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“You’re a fucking slut,” she spits out.

I nod in her direction. “I am. But so are you. Are we done here?” She stomps off to her car and flips me off.

“That was interesting.” I jump at the sound of Maddox’s voice.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Just being nosey.” He smirks.

His eyes roam my body, and then I realize that I’m still naked. “I’ve got to get dressed. I’m tired of having all these conversations naked.”

He stalks over to me, almost as if he’s an animal and I’m his prey. “I prefer you this way.”

He runs his hands up my body. My nipples immediately harden in response.

“I’m sure you do. Most men do.” I smirk. His fingers dip inside me and my body arches in response.

“You’re already wet,” he whispers in my ear before swiping his tongue across it.

“I’ve been wet,” I admit.

He adds another finger inside of me and I moan in response. Between his fingers dipping inside of me and his tongue swiping across my ear, I’m already on the verge of coming.

“I like that you’re jealous that I fucked her,” he says.

“I don’t care who you fuck, Maddox.” I moan.

He pulls his fingers from me and steps away. “In that case, I’ll find someone else to help me out tonight.” He walks towards his car and hops inside.

This motherfucker wants to play games. That’s fine.

I watch him leave. I even toss him a wave. Once I get inside, I take a shower and pull out my phone.

Belle: What are you doing?

Dax: I’m about to close up.

Belle: Come over?

Dax: Be there in twenty.

If Maddox thinks he’s the only one that can get me off, he’s wrong. I throw on some panties and a T-shirt. Dax knows what he’s coming over for, there’s no need to dress up for him.

“Hey, baby.” I try to hide my disgust when Dax gets out of his car. I’m pissed that Maddox is ruining men for me.

“I’m sorry you came all this way. I don’t think I’m feeling this anymore,” I admit, gesturing between the two of us.

“What the fuck, Belle?” He’s pissed. He isn’t used to getting turned down.

I shrug. “Sorry. I thought I was in the mood. Turns out, I’m not.” I turn to walk back inside, and I feel his hand grip my arm.

“I don’t think so.” His fingernails dig into my skin.

“Get the fuck off, Dax.”

“Nah. Not until you give me what I came for.” His slimy hand makes its way up my shirt.

I try to pull away, but his grip is too strong. I use my free hand to slap him in the face. “Get the fuck off.”

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