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As soon as the door closes, she stares at me but doesn’t say a word.

I beckon her over with two fingers. “Come here.”

“I’m not your dog.”

“I said, come here.”

She practically stomps in my direction, and I resist the urge to smile. Her fire is a fucking turn-on, and I’m tempted to own that fire and cage it where I’m the only one who has access to it.

When she’s within reach, I grab her by the wrist and pull her forward so that she crashes against my shoulder and gets trapped between my legs.

She pulls back, but she can’t get away since I wrap my arm around her waist.

“W-what are you doing?” Her fearful eyes fly to the door. “Anyone could walk in.”

“Not without my permission.”

I inhale her scent—soap and a hint of…perfume.

“Were you with my sister?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “How did you know that?”

“You have her smell on you.”

“Oh, right. We had meals together. I convinced her to have breakfast on the balcony. Not lunch or dinner, though. I figured that would be too much for one day.”

“Karina went out on the balcony?”

“Yeah, and I even have selfies to prove it.”

“Selfies,” I repeat. “Aren’t you getting too cozy?”

“She’s lonely and wants friends. I understand her feelings, so I’m trying to help. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Your tone of voice, for starters.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not robotic enough for your liking.”

I reach a hand out and stroke the cushion of her bottom lip. “This mouth is begging to be fucked.”

“You…” Her hot breaths skim over my skin. “You said you won’t fuck me until I give you something.”

“Maybe I changed my mind.” My finger strokes the skin back and forth, back and forth, making her breath choke on air. “You certainly need to be claimed, so you’ll stop flaunting yourself around.”

“I’m not flaunting myself…” she trails off when I thrust my thumb inside her mouth.

At first, she looks at me wide-eyed, her lips pulsing against my skin for a few seconds, but then she starts to tentatively dart her tongue around my finger.

“Do it properly,” I order, pushing my finger farther against her tongue. “Suck like you mean it.”

Her eyes, the color of a vibrant forest now, never leave mine as she licks and sucks, her determination bursting at the seams.

I can almost picture these lips around my cock, which is such a fucking bad idea because it’s about to burst from my pants.

The more she puts her enthusiasm behind sucking, the closer I am to coming like a pubescent.

I yank out my finger. “On your knees.”


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