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Only I know that’s a lie.

Things are so intense between us because it’s us. She’s special.

She’s my one.

The only girl for me.

I never thought I would have someone like her by my side. I never imagined I’d find a woman who could be soft and sweet yet also handle the darker side of my life.

Yet here she is.

My angel.

My everything.

I can feel myself about to come when I hear it.

“Harrison?”

Then I make a mess out of that pretty dress as she stands in the doorway, shock on her face.

I’m fucked.

* * *

After the morning delight I got from Harrison, I should have been in a better mood. Too bad for Wrath, I’m pissy as fuck.

How could he eat me out like his last meal and then not let me return the favor? I mean, I’m not sure I can give a blow job yet after my trauma, but I could have given him a hand job or he could have fucked me. I wanted him to, in fact.

So why didn’t he? Am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Does he still see me as broken?

“Alright, Queen Bee. What’s wrong?” Wrath stops my current punch set.

“What makes you think something is wrong?”

“You are getting sloppy. You’re letting your emotions rule you, not the other way around. I’d almost say it’s sexual frustration, but I heard that ‘O’ you had this morning. Hell, I’m sure half the compound heard.”

I growl, my face growing red. “He wouldn’t let me reciprocate.”

What does this fucker do? He bursts out laughing. Like keeling over laughing.

“This isn’t fucking funny. I’m upset. Don’t be a dick.”

He stands up straight but is still laughing. “You’re mad because he pleasured you without letting you pleasure him?”

“Yes. I wanted to. Well, I wanted to do something at least.”

He shakes his head, his laughter subsiding. “Listen, men are simple. I can tell you that he wanted you to. Badly probably because that man hasn’t had eyes for anyone but you since the day you walked in here, but he probably is trying to be honorable. You survived something horrific. He’s trying to take things at your pace.”

“That’s just it. It’s my pace. I should be the one setting it so why is he turning me away? I don’t want to be defined by that period in my life. I’m stronger than he thinks.”

“I agree. You are stronger now. You called me a dick and told me to stop laughing at you. The old you would have cowered. You don’t cower anymore. You stand tall and make demands. So what I suggest you do is give up this session for today. We aren’t going to make any progress. You go find my idiot brother, and you tell him that you are setting the pace. Then you set the damn pace, girl. If you want to fuck him, then do it. You want to play with his dick? Do it. Take what you want. Take control. I promise he will follow your lead.”

The insecurity starts to sink in. “You really think he will? He won’t reject me?”

“Absolutely not. Whatever it is you want? He wants that too. Show him you are ready for it.”

Taking a deep breath, I pull the gloves off my hands. Then I hold them out for him to untape. Once done, he pats my head.

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