Chapter 11: A Recipe for Control

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Caleb~ Fuck. I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand down my face. She wasn’t supposed to put the pieces together this fast. Not yet. She was smart. Too smart for her own damn good. Lying to her was becoming an extreme f*****g sport. The taste of her still coats my tongue like f*****g sin. Sweet, tart, forbidden. I can still feel her everywhere. Burning through every rational thought. And now? Now she’s running. Again. My fingers curled into fists as I watched her storm away, her wild f*****g hair whips behind her as she storms away, her shoulders tense, her ass swaying with every pissed-off step she takes. She’s furious, and it’s f*****g hot. That fire in her eyes, the way she looks at me like she wants to slit my throat and ride me into the f*****g mattress all at once—it’s intoxicat

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