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Her silence tells me everything.

I swallow my rage, wanting to kill the bloke, but remind myself that come tomorrow, I'm out of here. Her life will be her life, and mine will be mine. So instead of pushing to find out who this amateur is, hunting him down, and paying him a visit to teach him a lesson, I tell myself it's better to let it go. I tug her closer and kiss her head, reiterating, "Be careful going forward. Don't ever let that bloke touch ya again."

She curls into my chest and mumbles, "I have no intention of doing anything of the sort."

5

Lauren

The Next Morning

"Ya sleep like a rock," a deep voice states.

The morning light breaks through the darkness, and I slowly blink a few times, forcing myself to wake up fully.

The voice chuckles.

I look over, surprised to still see Devin here. I don't know why I should be. Where would he have gone in the middle of the night?

I can't believe I slept with a total stranger.

Cockiness is all over his expression. He reaches over and curls his fingers around my neck, which is tender from the night before.

I inhale sharply, still not understanding why I liked it so much or how I had the audacity to ask him to choke me while we were having sex.

Before I can think too much, he leans closer. His lips brush against mine as he orders, "Stop thinking bad about what you want, my little angel."

Angel? Vixen? I'm unsure which one I like better when he calls me those names, but he seems to know which one to call me at the right time.

I don't say anything. We stare at each other intensely until his lips overpower mine and he slides his tongue back into my mouth.

I don't hesitate, kissing him back. Something about Devin makes me feel like I've known him forever. Our bodies curve into each other just like the previous night, and I don't understand how it's even possible.

He's still a stranger. I know nothing about him, and now that it's morning, he's going to leave. He doesn't live anywhere near here. This isn't his life. I'm fully aware of it, yet something about him makes me want more than I know he can give me.

So I kiss him back with everything I have, and he pulls me on top of him. I sink over his cock.

He palms my ass, controlling every motion I make. Neither of us speaks. Unlike the night before, where everything was frantic, this morning it's slower...lazy in a way.

It's another example of how confusing he is to me.

How can having intense sex with him, like when he put me against the fridge, feel just as good as this slower experience?

It doesn't take long for me to get lost in him. He grips my throat, squeezing to the point I get dizzy, and we're soon coming together, just as good as the previous times.

He curls his arm tighter around me, keeping me close to him as our bodies shudder against each other and our incoherent cries fill the air, muffled by our kisses. When the aftermath hits, I lie on top of him, breathing just as hard as him.

He releases his hand from my throat and asks, "What do ya have going on today?"

I rattle my brain, trying to think of something coherent to say, but I'm still fuzzy from the rush of endorphins that took over my body.

He waits for me to speak.

It's Monday, so I'll be starting my week. I answer, "Just working at the pub later on."

"Ya work every day?" he asks.

I shrug. "Sometimes. It just depends. My mum needs to retire, but she won't, so I try to take whatever I can off her plate."

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