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I got on my knees, my heart suddenly skittering in my chest like a scared rabbit. I had to remind myself once again I wasn’t afraid of Adam, even though he was eyeing me like prey.

“If this last week hasn’t proven that I will never be doing that, I have some more work to do.” He started to crawl toward me, a puma on the hunt. When he was close enough, he swiped his big paw at me, making a grab for my hand. I yelped and sprung to my feet, retreating one careful step at a time.

“Adam…we can talk.”

He shook his head. “I don’t believe you. You’re just gonna run.”

Damn right I was going to run. Each breath that passed, Adam became more feral. Goose bumps sprouted on my arms. My pulse fluttered.

“I won’t. Just sit down and I’ll come to you.” My shoulder collided with a wall I hadn’t realized I was nearing.

“I don’t want to sit.” His chin lowered like a bull ready to charge. “I’m angry at you.”

“Okay, then you can tell me about it.” The front door was to my right, the bedrooms to my left. A wise woman would have darted for the front door, but around this man, I lost my mind.

Adam made his move at the same time I made a decision. He leapt for me, arms out, but I didn’t see how he landed. I sprinted down his long hall to the master bedroom. His footsteps were hot on my trail, slamming into the ground. I squealed from nerves, pumping my legs as fast as they would go. Skidding through the doorway of his bedroom, I plowed into the bathroom out of pure instinct.

Like I’d said, I lost my mind around him. If I’d been thinking clearly, I wouldn’t have trapped myself in this room with only one way out. Seconds after I careened across the tile floor to the far side of the bathroom, Adam crowded the doorway, blocking my escape.

Heat flooded my core at the look on his face. The mad hunter, ready to conquer his prize. In the back of my mind, I knew this was a game, but my primal side had taken over. Everything I did was directed by my base self.

“You’re not getting out of here until I let you.” Adam breathed hard but steady, his eyes locked on me with laser focus. His gray sweatpants did nothing to hide his erection.

“Please, please just let me go,” I pleaded. “I can’t be here. I can’t—”

He had me in his arms and off the ground before I could think of finishing my sentence. He carried me into his bedroom, tossing me onto the bed like a sack of feathers. I rolled to my side, but that was as far as I got. Adam was on me, his arms and legs caging me in. I rolled to my back again so I could buck him off me with my hips.

“I hate you,” I cried. “Why won’t you let me go?”

His head dipped so we were nose to nose. “I’ll never let you go. Stop being a brat and accept it.”

Filled with venom, I lifted my head and bit down on his bottom lip. Grunting, he scooped up the back of my head and mashed his mouth to mine. I gasped when my teeth hit his, giving him the room to sweep his tongue deep into my mouth.

We’d kissed a lot last night.A lot.But it was still a surprise to be kissed by him. He initiated, eating at my mouth like he’d been hungry to taste me for a century. He was the one who didn’t stop until spots danced in my eyes. Adam Wainwright kissed me like he wanted to own me, conquer me, claim me.

He kissed me like he wanted me.

With his mouth locked on mine, he reached down to position my legs, spreading them wide. His hips fit between them, rolling that thick cock right down the middle of me. I moaned into his mouth, and he echoed it back at me.

“You don’t run from me, Adelaide.” He nipped at my lips and thrust his hips like he was fucking me. “You don’t hide from me. You’re going to come now, and stop being so fucking sassy.”

I shook my head, even though I wanted it. I just couldn’t let him know I wanted it. My fight was overpowering my logic.

“I’m not going to. Don’t even think about touching me.”

He took my hand in his, pushing into my pants and underwear. His fingers curled around mine to cup my core. “Touch yourself then. I can feel how fucking hot you are. You’re burning up for it. Need you to come and get rid of this attitude, bring my sweet Baddie back.”

“Fuck you, Adam.” I channeled all my anger at him, all the long nights I’d spent aching for him, missing him, wanting him but never, ever having him. Filled to the point of bursting, I squeezed my eyes shut and thrashed with all my might. I knew it was useless, but I had to fight, had to defy him. This couldn’t be easy. We couldn’t just kiss and have sex and be okay when I’d spent months pining, wanting, becoming so hollow, I’d sometimes thought I would disappear.

His hand curled around my throat, putting enough pressure to capture my attention. My eyes widened, and he kissed my parted lips, licking them wet, then sucking them dry.

“You're going to come, and you’re not going to argue with me about it. If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself.”

He shoved my hand aside so he could explore my folds. One finger plunged into my slick opening. I was so embarrassingly wet, each time he thrust in, my body made a squelching sound.

“Adam,” I rasped around the pressure of his hand on my throat. “Please.”

“Oh, now you want it?” His forehead dropped to mine. “Tell me what you want. How do I bring my sweet baby back?”


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