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I glance back at him again, the utterly feral look on his face setting off another ripple of arousal through me, and I can’t control the whimpering moan that falls from my lips as I sink down fully, taking all of him inside me.

I turn my body back so I’m facing away from him, bracing both my hands on his thighs as I start to move slowly up and down, then roll my hips to press him as deep inside me as possible.

He’s panting behind me, his hips bucking up in search of more friction, so I pick up my pace, moving my hips faster until he’s cursing and grunting behind me, “Slow down, baby girl. I’m going to lose it. You need to come first.”

I stop moving, shifting my body so my feet are under me and I’m leaning back, one arm braced against his chest. My movement in this position is more restricted, but I feel him so deep inside me it almost hurts. I lick my fingers on my free hand, then rub them against my clit with purpose, knowing it won’t take long at all with how turned on I am.

I grind myself down onto him, rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles, my eyes squeezed shut, my head thrown back, and my mouth falling open in pleasure as I whimper, sob, and moan. I spread my legs more, bracing my feet to increase my range of motion as I slide up and down, rolling my hips on the down stroke so he presses on that sensitive spot deep inside my pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dare is muttering and groaning behind me. “Come, Toni. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard inside you, you’ll be feeling me for days.”

His words push me over the edge, and I sob with pleasure, grinding my pussy down hard on his cock, he curses as his hips buck beneath me violently. His cock pulses inside my twitching cunt, the feel of his hot release pushing me into another orgasm as I continue to rub my clit, drawing out my pleasure as much as I can before I finally slow my movements.

I’m panting and sweating as I push my sweaty hair out of my face and look over my shoulder at Dare, shaking my head at the look of utter satisfaction on his face. I gradually raise myself off him, releasing his still-hard cock from my body, and I can’t help but snort as I feel our mixed releases drip out of me.

I crawl up to the head of the bed, releasing Dare’s wrists from the restraints before I fall onto the bed in exhaustion. I know I should get cleaned up, and I will eventually, but right now, I can’t move.

I feel Dare shifting around, likely releasing his ankles and adjusting his clothing, and I’m suddenly tickled by the fact I’m buck-naked and just fucked Darius Hughes while he was basically still fully clothed.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, I’m being roused by something tickling my thigh. I peel my eyelids open, blinking in confusion as I realize the tickling on my thigh is Dare’s head maneuvering between my legs.

I go to reach down and push him away, but my arm won’t move; it’s been tied to the side of the bed. I lift my head, asking sleepily, “What the fuck are you doing, Dare?”

He raises his head to meet my questioning gaze, and I can’t help but gasp at the feral look in his eyes as he replies, “Taking my turn.”

Well, fuck me.

Chapter Fourteen

Dare

Dare

I pulled a chair up, sat beside the bed, and watched her sleep for an hour before I decided to proceed with my plan.

It took me that long to swallow the giant bitter lump of unease lodged in my throat at the thought of where this was headed.

I’m not one to give in to my emotions. I rarely show them, never mind flaunt them, and this strange warmth that bubbles up inside me when I look at her is almost enough to choke me.

Frankly, it pisses me off. It’s as if this feeling festering in me for the last few months can no longer be contained, and I have no choice but to throw myself into it.

There’s so much I want to say to her; however, I know she isn’t ready to hear any of it. So, I’ll continue to swallow it down and hold it where it won’t hurt her.

On the outside, Antoinette comes off as a highly confident and emotionally healthy person. The truth of the matter is, she’s a fucking mess.

I believe internally, she knows she’s a mess, but she’s unable or unwilling to confront the deep-seated issues that drive her on a daily basis. She’s so accustomed to falling back on false bravado and overt sexual confidence that she loses sight of the possibility of legitimate deep connections with other human beings.

Not that I find myself having deep connections with human beings in general, but I at least have a handful of people I’d call on in the event of emotional turmoil. Not that I have a lot of emotional turmoil, but everyone has that one thing that’s capable of ripping them to shreds.

Antoinette has managed to alienate herself into a corner where most people would never venture. Deep down, she’s the type of person who would quite literally give someone the shirt off her back, but at first glance, she has a reputation for showing her teeth and flexing concrete boundaries that many people may deem inappropriate.

In many ways, I have her exactly where I want her at this moment. And I don’t mean just naked in my bed.

I’ve finally managed to sneak my way past a few of her walls, and all I can do is hope that they’re down for the duration and that I won’t have to keep chipping away at them at every turn. She’s exhausting and exasperating, and if I wasn’t such a stubborn cunt, I probably would’ve told her to fuck off already myself.

I snort, the beast in me vibrating at the thought of letting her go. As fucking if that would ever happen, given my level of obsession is borderline manic and my need to possess her infinite.

It’s quite likely she still feels she has choices. It’s laughable, really. Because when it comes to me, she’s going to find out all of her choices went down the drain the first time I stuffed her in the trunk of my car. I waited this long to make a move, and nothing will stand in my way now.

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