Page 52 of Knot your Good Girl

Aiden

Iwatchedherwalkaway.

I should let her walk away forever. But I hate that she still doesn’t know it was me.

That fucking angers me so much. I want her to apologize for leading me on.

For making my life hell.

But it’s getting harder to punish her. One minute I want to squeeze her throat until she doesn’t see the light. Next, I want to see her swollen with my baby.

I can’t do either of them. For that reason alone, I should let her go.

However, I’m unable to stay away. As well as wanting revenge, I’m curious about what causes her to smile. And more importantly, what makes the light behind her eyes dim when she thinks?

She can be the brightest person in the world, but her tears reveal a different side. She’s hiding something from me, and it’s not only her secret OmegaFans account.

But do I need to find out what it is?

She’s gone, and now I should let her stay away.

She isn’t my problem.

Or is she?

She’s been in my life for only four days, but she’s already gotten under my skin. She feels like she is part of me and I don’t want that to end. Sometimes I want her to be with me every day, even though it was never part of the plan. The plan to rectify the past, get her out of my system and start the new year without her corrupting my mind.

Thoughts of her won’t go away, and like every time before today, I’m left with a vexatious hard-on that only she causes.

I stroke my cock, imagining her pussy clasping around it as she takes me. I want to feel every throb of her pussy, and touch every inch of her skin.

I want to stare into her eyes and slide my knot inside her.

For her first time.

My first time.

And then I want to pump my cum inside her as I lock us together.

I should’ve fucked her.

I should never have held back.

I’m so fucking desperate to feel her that my cock throbs with a need that is only for her. But that need makes me scared of wanting to keep her.

Staring at the starkness of the white tiles keeps me entranced as I stroke faster.

It’s nothing new, but this time I’ve been in the shower longer than normal while I try to erase all thoughts of my bad girl, who seems to have gone good.

I clench my eyes closed as I think about that. Nothing helps.

With one hand pressed against the shower wall, my hand moves faster, sliding with long, powerful strokes.

A tightness clenches my spine, making my heart pound and blood thrash in my ears.

“Fuck!” I roar as searing white heat rattles through my body and my arousal coats the wet floor.

Leaning against the wall, I press my forehead against it, seeking its coolness as I gasp for air.

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