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His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling me back to him. His mouth takes mine again, but it’s different from before. He’s not angry anymore. The kiss isn’t sweet, really. No, it’s more…

Repentant.

I match him, kissing him back, letting it say all the things both of us are too prideful to admit. My hands go to his shoulders and I help move my body as we set a rhythm that has me moaning. Zander turns us, pressing me into the wall, thrusting in time with the way I’m moving my hips. My hand goes up to the wall, pressing at it as he fucks me slowly, his head ducking to press against the bare skin of my chest peeking up from above my tank top.

I hear him grunt, his lips ghosting over my skin. “You’re such a goddamn pain in the ass,” he grinds out. Before I can react to that with a snarl—or violence—he continues. “I’m fuckingsorry, okay? Iaman asshole. I’ve fucked up repeatedly because you scare the hell out of me. I’ve wanted you since the day Aiden brought you home.”

Tingles flare along my spine at his admission.

“There,” I gasp as he grinds into me. “Was that so hard?”

His huffing laugh is tinged with amusement and ends on a groan. “Blake, fuck.”

“We are,” I say, trying for a snark. I fail, and it sounds like a whimper instead.

“You feel so good. Like nothing else. I don’t…I didn’t know. I didn’t know.”

I don’t know what he’s mumbling about, but I lose the ability to care as I feel the crescendo of my orgasm. Dropping my hand from the wall, I go to reach for my clit. Zander stops me, yanking us away from the wall. With little effort, he leans over, keeping me securely on his cock, until my back hits the floor.

I plant my feet wide on either side, letting him bend my leg toward my head when he grasps my knee and pushes. He hooks my leg over one arm, bracing the other next to my head. My hands clutch at him as he drills into me harder, faster, and I lift my head off the ground to kiss him. I feel my belly tighten. I’m so close, the intensity building is off the charts.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he demands into our kiss, jostling me with each drive into me. “I can’t hold off much longer.”

“No,” I respond, more out of a habit of arguing with him than anything. His thrust is brutal in response. “Make me,” I add, panting.

Zander doesn’t seem to hesitate. He pounds into me again and again, our skin slapping together loudly. It’s taking everything in me not to come, denying myself release just to deny him the satisfaction of getting to order me around. My breath forces through my parted lips in pants as he shoves my leg even closer to my head, my pussy clenching around his cock with desperation.

“Fuck,” he grunts with a full, final drive into me. He breathes heavily, his head falling forward so our foreheads press together. A couple more sharp, jerking thrusts and he goes still on top of me, his cock still lodged inside.

“No,” I groan as the throbbing in my core subsides with his lack of movement. “No, please,” I add, shamelessly begging.

Zander pulls out of me so fast that I cry out, my body arching at the loss. I look up at him in time to see him balance on his knees, then grab my knees and force them far apart. He stares at me, at the mess he made that I know he can see already seeping out of me.

I go to squirm but before I get far, Zander’s hand cups me. His fingers push inside and then pull out. Again and again, he shoves his fingers to the first knuckle into my pussy, making me writhe and beg through gasps for more. It takes me a minute to realize what he’s doing—to realize he’s pushing his cum back inside me as it leaks out.

Without warning, while one finger is inside me, Zander shoves in two more alongside it, pushing them in deep. I scream as he pulls them back and then plunges in repeatedly, faster and faster until I’m back on the cusp of an orgasm so intense that I can feel my entire body vibrating.

“You’re not a good girl,” Zander pants, not slowing his movements in the slightest. “You’re naughty, Blake. You’re mine and Aiden’s naughty girl. And you’re going to come all over my hand. Right. Fucking. Now.”

I’m not sure what happens as he finishes commanding me. I’m aware of my back jerking up on the floor and shrieked nonsensical words ripping from my throat, but that’s about it.

When awareness hits me again, I’m trembling and sucking in lungfuls of air while I lay in a heap on the floor. I pull my knees up to my chest, my teeth clacking together with the violence of my tremors. The only thing I know is that I just had the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever achieved.

Arms gather me up off the floor, and I instantly recognize Aiden’s leather-laced scent. I curl into him, sleepy, when it really hits me.

I just fucked Zander.

I jerk in his arms, my feeble attempt to pull away and try to read Aiden’s expression failing.

“Shh,” Aiden murmurs, shuffling me around as he sits on the floor against the wall. “You’re okay, Kitten.”

I peel my eyes open, feeling how heavily they want to droop. “Aiden, I—”

He puts a finger over my lips. “I’m not mad.”

“But I—”

He grins. “I’m not mad,” he repeats, then drops a kiss on my nose.

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