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I couldn’t wait. I desperately wanted to give myself to him again. Wanted to feel him loving me like he used to.

I jerked in surprise as he opened my door. I’d been so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t even registered our arrival or the car stopping. I sighed, breathing in his scent as he reached across my body and unbuckled my seat belt.

My chest brushed his arm, and electricity sparked under my skin. Every touch, every scent felt like too much and not enough. Adam’s lips twitched as he grasped my hands and yanked me from the car. But before I could even take a step, he lifted me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I squealed as he carried me into the house. It was like I weighed nothing. He wasn’t even out of breath. “I can walk!”

“This is faster.” His hand skimmed across my ass and thighs. My pussy clenched, a tremor running through my body as he touched me.

“Oh, god.” I shuddered as everything inside me quivered.

I guess I would never get over this feeling. The way I fell apart as soon as he touched me. It was like I was drunk. Unable to make decisions. All I could focus on was him.

“Fuck it.” He grunted as he dropped me on my feet in the foyer. He slammed the door shut before shoving me back against it. “I can’t wait.”

I gasped as he crashed our mouths together. He stole my breath as our tongues tangled. A moan caught in my chest as I grasped his head, threading my fingers through his thick hair as I pulled him closer.

It felt amazing, but there was a little hole inside me that missed the aggression. The fire that had threatened to kill us both. It wasn’t even something I realized I wanted until it was gone.

His hands gripped my hips as he broke the kiss. His thumb brushed the exposed skin on my stomach as he stared at me. “You know I love you?”

“Yes.” My brows furrowed in confusion. Something was swirling behind his eyes. Something that made my blood boil. I just wasn’t sure if it was fear or lust.

He leaned forward again, giving me a deep, sweet kiss. I whimpered as he pulled away too quickly. I wanted more. Needed more.

“Good.” His hands brushed up my body. My nipples tightened in response, begging for his touch. “Because right now, it’s not going to feel like that. It’s going to feel like I hate you.”

My stomach tumbled as his hand closed around my neck. I tilted my head back. My breath came in short pants even though he wasn’t squeezing. He just held it there. Staring at me as if he was asking for permission. My heart skipped a beat. My skin grew tight. My pussy pulsed with need.

“Okay.” I flicked my gaze away. I couldn’t look in his eyes as I admitted the truth. “I liked it. You know, when you…”

Heat flooded my cheeks. I didn’t know how to say it. How to tell him I’d never been more turned on than when he pinned me to a wall and called me a slut. Then, when he took me without permission. It was the only time I’d ever felt free.

But Adam understood. Of course, he did. He knew me better than anyone.

His groan of approval rumbled through my chest as he pressed his hips forward. I gasped as I felt his thick cock on my stomach. “My sweet little nightling likes it rough.”

“Yes.” I breathed as he tightened his grip on my throat.

My chest stuttered as he squeezed more, stealing my air. I felt his breath on my cheek as he whispered in my ear. “Did you like fighting me in the closet?”

“Yes.” I struggled to answer. My vision blackened around the edges. Everything felt more intense as his other hand gripped my breast roughly. His thumb and finger pinched my nipple hard as a strangled moan left my lips.

“But… we were never like that before. I don’t think Icanbe gentle anymore.” Oxygen rushed to my brain as he released me, soothing his fingers down the ache on my neck. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll try.”

His thick Adam’s apple bobbed like he was nervous. He was right. We’d been gentle. But we’d also been young. Undamaged. I didn’t want the boy I loved. I wanted the man in front of me.

I grasped his face, relishing the feel of his sharp stubble under my hands. “You. I want you how you are now. I don’t want you to pretend to be anything else.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. He grunted as I bit the bottom one. “I love you.”

I whimpered as he grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the wall. He held me with one hand as he pulled down my leggings with the other. I kicked them off as he gripped my panties. In one quick motion, he yanked until they snapped.

Cazzo!

Then he was on me. Using his hips to pin me in place. My back screamed as I was shoved into the harsh wood.

“Is this what you want?” He growled as he slid his hand between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet as he moved across me. “You want me to take you like the slut you are?”

I was unable to answer as he ground his palm into my clit. My body arched, leaning into his touch. I yanked my wrist, testing his hold. But he only increased the pressure, keeping me still.

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