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She swings at me but misses, her equilibrium off while upside down and dangling. I lower her fast enough that she puts her hands on the ground to keep from crashing into it and then let her tumble into a heap at my feet.

I spin on my heel and walk toward the house, still fuming. I didn’t hurt her on purpose. I could have. Easily. I chose not to.

I’ve just breached the doorway when I hear her yell. I stagger forward into the house as Blake attacks me from behind, leaping onto my back. I find my footing and rip her off my back, flipping her over my shoulder. I use the momentum to sandwich her body against the wall with mine.

“I’m going to hurt you,” I grit out.

She takes it as a threat. “You haven’t begun to hurt me,” she hurls back, bucking to try to dislodge me.

I’ll give Aiden this much. He’s taught her well.

“Just give me the chance,” I hiss in her ear. “I’ll fucking destroy you.”

Jerking her head toward me, she smashes my nose. I wrench myself away, grunting as I bring my hand up to my face. Distracted by that, I find myself being hauled around by my shirt and slammed against the wall.

I laugh bitterly. “If you think this will hold—”

Blake’s lips land on mine fiercely as she pins me against the wall.

Any other time I could have shoved her away without a thought. But not tonight. Her words have struck the nerve she was looking for.

I grab at her, desperate to pull her against me tighter, my hands jumping from her back, to her hips, to her arms—whatever I can reach. Our kiss is bordering on painful, fueled by both of our fury. One of her arms wraps around my neck while her other hand keeps hold of my shirt. Nails cut into my skin from the hand on my neck and I hiss into her mouth as we both part our lips, allowing me to taste her.

I shove off the wall, still groping her wherever I can, and plow us into the wall on the other side of the hallway. It knocks the breath out of her, leaving her gasping. But I don’t give her a second to recover, and I don’t think either of us want me to.

I cup her face as my tongue sweeps into her mouth, dominating her tongue and forcing it to dance with mine. My fingers slip into her hair, tugging her head back as I crowd her body, holding her immobile against the wall. Her hands find my shirt and tear, ripping the buttons from it, sending them scattering. I jerk back as she rakes her nails down my chest, the nerves of my sensitive skin covered in scars firing, giving her the opportunity to shove me.

She follows as I fall back, hands planting on my bare skin to ram me against opposite wall again. I go for her neck, my teeth biting into her flesh just hard enough to make her yelp. Soothing the hurt with a lick, I trail down to her shoulder with kisses and more bites, feeling more frenetic with each one.

“Just admit it,” she pants, grabbing me by my hair and holding me to her.

I know what she wants me to admit. While I will refuse to say it out loud, it would be hard to lie to myself and I don’t want this with every fiber of my being. I’ve wanted her from the beginning; from the moment I saw her ass hanging out while slung over Aiden’s shoulder.

Maybe Aiden is right, and Blake is supposed to be our redemption. But if that’s the case, why do I feel like she’s more our temptation than our salvation?

I take her mouth again, cutting off the smart ass comment she’s about to make, and she loops an arm around my neck once more. I reach down and shove her pants down roughly. She kicks, sending her shoes flying, and the pants come off one leg. I grab her by the back of her thighs, lifting her up. I grunt at the same time she groans into my mouth, and that combined with the way her pussy is pressed up against my achingly hard cock has us tearing at one another again.

Her fingers scratch and pull at the waistband of my slacks. When they give, I lift her enough to let my pants shift lower; low enough so that her hand can reach into my pink boxer briefs. Her fingers wrap around my cock and stroke, and the answering moan she gives me has her hand growing slick with pre-cum as she moves it.

I shove at my pants until my dick is free, neither of us breaking the clashing of lips and teeth that our kiss is. Fumbling, I hold Blake up with one arm and line up my cock and her pussy with the other. She pulls away from the kiss with a gasp as I sink her down on my length.

Fully seated inside her, we stare at one another. Both of us pant through parted lips, and her eyes search mine, like she’s looking for something.

Problem is, thereissomething to find.

Because while I may be one of two men that she has expressed interest in sex with, as Aiden pointed out earlier tonight, I’ve never been with a woman who hasn’t forced me.

Blake is my first.

Chapter 23

I don’t understand the look on Zander’s face.

He almost looks panicked, eyes searching mine, while his cock fills me completely. I furrow my brow as his eyes grow watery, but he blinks away the moisture before it can build anymore.

More than that, though, I don’t understand we got here.

I don’t have time to over analyze everything. The arm looped around me lifts me so I slide up the length of him and then back down again just as slowly. My head tips back as my eyes close, a groan ripping from my throat. I mark how different he feels compared to Aiden, Zander being longer but not as thick.

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