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Time moves in slow motion for me. I’m mesmerized by the rivulets of water on his ripped upper body. On the ridges of muscle, trickling down to his waistband.

“Theo.” I force a smile.

Since I can’t open this conversation around Rhonda, and I’m already panicking as is, I make a silent vow to find him again. Once my thoughts have been organized.

If he calls out my name again, I don’t hear it from the stairwell. I descend quickly to my apartment, hiding from him.

I wish he won’t follow me or look up what apartment I live in.

I want it to be my decision. He can push me around all he wants when he’s inside me, and I’ll accept it. I’ll beg for more. He can even boss me around if I decide to give myself to him.

Who am I kidding?WhenI do.

Not a second before.

I close the door to my apartment and lock it behind me, praying he’ll understand. Needing him to allow me this day or week to process this evening. To realize that when I’m ready, I’ll come to him on my own.

I press my forehead on the door, and close my eyes.

Yeah, I’m not fooling myself. After what we’ve been through together, the fascination I have with him, I’m sure that I’ll go to him.

As soon as I’m ready.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Theo

MyobsessionforPruehasn’t diminished by the tiniest fraction since I’ve had her.

I’ve never been one to settle down. To feel the need to share my life with a woman. Sex has been nothing but sex for me. It hasn’t meant a relationship. It hasn’t meant growing old and gray together.

It’s simply been…sex.

Falling in love has never been in the cards for me.

Then again, there’s always an exception to the rule. Always.

And for me, as I pounced on Prue last night, I found it.

It was her.

There hadn’t been a bone in my body worried I’d get bored with her. Ever since I saw her, I’ve wanted far more than just to fuck her. My protective instincts flared. My heart ached to shield her, cherish and worship her until every drop of her sadness drained away.

Irrational. Insane.

One hundred percent real.

An obsession that only seemed to intensify when she told me she was a virgin.

As I sunk my cock into her and tore through her hymen, once she spasmed on my dick, and I came inside her, I was a changed man. My fascination with Prue Bishop was all I knew. She ingrained herself into my cells. Forever there to stay.

At that moment, I decided I wanted no one else to deliver her orgasms. To spill their seed in her womb. To control her one thrust at a time. No other name will pass through her lips when she climaxes. No other man or woman will hold her down and force her to take what they’re giving.

Me.

Only. Ever. Me.

That was why I didn’t let her leave and had her coming on my face. Even when she wanted to run.

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