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To my great disappointment, he says, “No. We’re not there yet.”

“I am!”

His exhalation is ragged, sending a wash of warm air over my shoulder. “Sweet girl. I love that you said that. But you’re not.”

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, making me shudder in desperation.

“How do we get there?”

“Time.”

He slides a finger inside me, pressing deep. I moan, loving how it feels but still needing more.

“And practice.”

He adds another finger, working it inside me as I clench the sheets.

“A lot of practice.”

He thrusts his fingers in and out, biting me harder as he finger f***s me. I tilt my hips and spread my thighs wider, my heart racing and my body responding to him as if he’s playing it like an instrument.

“Oh God. Aidan. Aidan.”

Into my ear, he softly commands, “Beg me to let you come.”

“Yes! Please, yes, that’s exactly what I was going to say, will you please, please let me come?”

I don’t care that I’m babbling. I don’t care how I must look, writhing around mindlessly underneath him. I don’t even care that all it took for me to hand him the reins to my mind and body was a few words, spoken in that soft, commanding tone that somehow drives me crazy.

All I care about is the fire between my legs that I need him to quench immediately.

“Look at you f*****g yourself on my fingers,” he growls. “Look at those greedy hips move. Does my bunny not know she’s supposed to take what I want to give her?”

It’s a question that doesn’t require an answer. Which is good, because I’m not capable of speech at the moment, anyway.

In the most dominant voice he’s used yet, Aidan says, “Here in this bed, this is what happens: I give. You take. You’ll take and you’ll take until you break, then you’ll beg me to break you all over again.”

On the verge of o****m, I sob.

“Don’t you dare let go without my permission,” he growls, thrusting those long, hard fingers inside me over and over again.

I make a garbled sound of pleasure and frantically grind against his hand. My eyes roll back into my head.

Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Aidan pulls his fingers out of me.

Ignoring my whine of protest, he pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them away. Then he hikes me up to my knees and gives me a series of fast, stinging slaps on my ass as he grips the back of my neck, holding my head and chest down against the mattress.

It’s not enough. I want it harder, I want it faster, I want him to ruin me.

I want him to make me forget my own name.

He stops s******g me the instant I moan.

Panting, he says, “Talk to me.”

The only thing I can manage is a breathy and broken, “More.”

He smooths his hand over my burning bottom, then bends down to kiss it. Then I hear the sound of a zipper being ripped open. A moment later, the head of his hard c**k nudges my entrance.

Through gritted teeth he says, “Repeat the safe word.”

“Cheesy.”

“Good girl.”

Gripping my hips, he shoves inside me with a guttural grunt.

This time, my moan is one of gratitude.

Then he f***s me. Hard and fast, his fingers digging into my flesh. I feel the cold bite of metal on the back of my thighs and realize he didn’t pull his jeans all the way down before taking me.

He couldn’t wait any longer, either.

He bends over, reaching beneath me to squeeze my breast. Panting and pulling on my hard n****e, he drives into me relentlessly until my moans are so loud, they echo off the walls. My p***y clenches around his c**k.

“Don’t you dare,” he hisses.

The warning only makes me hotter. I flex my hips in time to his thrusts, straining to get him as deep as he can go inside me, until suddenly he falls still.

Breathing hard, he moves his hand from my breast down between my legs. He slides his fingers all around, then strums his fingertips back and forth over my swollen c**t.

As he undoubtedly knew it would, that instantly makes me o****m.

Crying out, I jerk violently. My p***y convulses, clenching over and over again in hard, rhythmic waves.

“Come, baby! Ah, f**k yes, come for me!”

He sounds triumphant.

I understand then that forbidding me to c****x was part of this game, that he knew every minute I’d hold back would add to my pleasure when I finally let go, and I’m stupidly grateful that he knows what he’s doing because this is exactly what I needed.

He’s exactly what I needed.

A handsome stranger with secrets in his eyes and a way of looking at me as if he already knows everything there is to know about me. As if I’m a book he’s read a thousand times and highlighted all his favorite passages.

As if he already knows how this is going to end.

He falls on top of me, pushing me flat onto my belly on the mattress and trapping me with his weight. With both hands clenched in my hair, he thrusts hard a few more times, then moans my name.

Shuddering, he empties himself inside my body.

I close my eyes and brace myself against the huge wave of emotion cresting to a peak above me, then surrender to its churning darkness as it crashes down and carries me, tumbling, far away.