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He was going to leave a mark, and instead of telling him to stop, I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, moaning like the whore I apparently was.

“That’s a good slut.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “Now tell me the truth. Do you wish it was my cock when you fuck yourself with your toys? Do you wish it was me sliding into that virgin ass?”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to fuck off, just to be contrary, but I was too turned on to fight.

“Sometimes.”

He rumbled against my back.

“Only sometimes?”

“Sometimes I wish it was your fingers. Or tongue.”

By the quick intake of breath at my back, my words had shocked him almost as much as they’d shocked me.

It was true, especially in the last few weeks, but I seriously hadn’t meant to tell him that.

The thought of Ash rimming me was hot enough to get me close to coming, but it wasn’t like that would ever happen. I might get a finger while he checked to see if I was open enough to take him, but I didn’t harbor any delusions that he’d ever finger me to tease me. The same with him blowing me.

Those acts were intimate, things you did with a lover.

I was nothing more than a toy to him, someone he could unleash his kinky side on.

I knew exactly what this was and wasn’t.

“I had no idea you were so dirty, Jules.”

“I could say the same about you.”

I tried to keep my voice neutral and unbothered, but it came out as a whimper, since he chose that moment to rip my jeans open and shove them down until they were under my ass.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

That should have scared me. Instead, it sent a ripple of anticipation through my system.

“Shit!” I squeaked as he kicked my legs together and pushed my jeans down around my thighs.

He disappeared from my back, the sound of a zipper echoing in the room, even over my ragged breaths.

Holy shit.

This was happening.

This was really happening.

Ash was going to fuck me.

I was about to lose my virginity to my stepbrother. Whom I hated.

This was ten levels of fucked up.

“Last chance to bail, Jules,” he said in a strained voice.

I looked behind me, my gaze landing on his ginormous cock as he stroked it.

Fear shot through me.

Shit. Was he going to try and fuck me bare?


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