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Chapter 32-3
He froze, cursing like a man who’d just realized he might’ve broken me. “Shit. I’m a goddamn
animal.”
“Don’t you fucking dare pull out,” I hissed, nails digging into his shoulders. “I can take you, Troy. I want every fucking inch.”
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His groan was wicked and deep as he pulled back just enough to slam into me again, slower this time, harder, more devastating. The pain melted into white-hot pleasure, and I moaned so loudly I
could feel it in my chest.
“That’s it,” he muttered like he was losing his mind. “Take it all. Goddess, you feel like heaven”
He fisted my hair, yanked my head back, and bit my lower lip just hard enough to sting before thrusting deeper. His eyes blazed gold. “You fucking take me like you were made for this c**k,
Kiana.”
I didn’t feel like myself anymore. I didn’t feel like anyone. I was just…his. Stretched and filled and completely, irrevocably his.
He stilled suddenly, breath ragged. “Are you on anything?”
“Yes.” I gasped, hips lifting to meet him. The last thing I needed was to get pregnant. “Now stop talking and fuck me.”
A growl ripped through him as he shoved me flat and bent over me, driving into me with merciless intent. The table groaned beneath us, slamming against the wall with every violent thrust. I clung to him, legs locking around his waist, nails dragging down his back, marking him as he pleasured
“Fuck, Kiana. So goddamn perfect around my c**k. There’s no running. No hiding. Want your legs around me all the time. Want you moaning in my ear.”
My orgasm slammed into me like a punch to the gut, hard, fast, overwhelming. I screamed his name, my entire body clenching around him as I shattered. Troy cursed, thrusting faster, harder, until he drove himself as deep as he could and groaned through his own release.
Tomorrow was going to hurt. The afterglow of my euphoria coursed through me and protected me, but it was going to be a completely different story when it ended.
“Shower,” he said roughly, chest heaving. “Then food. Then bed.”
I smirked, still panting. “Are we sleeping in that bed?”
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His c**k twitched still buried inside me, and his expression darkened. “No. You’re not sleeping
tonight, Kiana. You’re going to cry my name until the sun’s up.”
He began to move again-slow, deep, torturous-and I whimpered from the overstimulation.
Then the doorbell rang.
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Troy’s head snapped toward the sound, his snarl feral and furious. The spell had been broken and I
bit back a laugh as I pushed him off, legs shaky.
“Didn’t know people still used doorbells.”
Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, which were still on him, he glanced at the screen and gently tucked himself back in. “It’s Jenson. He tried to call me.”
From his phone, he brought up the camera at his door, and I quickly rolled off the table and picked up my clothes. “What?” Troy snapped before looking at me and shaking his head.
He wanted me naked. I wanted to be naked and under him too, but I had to be careful. I couldn’t get too lost in the mating bond, so I ignored him and started to dress.
“It’s Irene,” Jenson said shortly. “There’s a problem.”
Irene? I started to dress faster.
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know, but she wants to see Kiana. Now.”
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