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Part of me wanted to make her shout my name so every motherfucker would know who she belonged to.

But I didn’t want her labeled with the likes of me. For the guys to see her and think I’d marked her or claimed her, even though my spirit howled with me to do it.

It was bad enough that I was her shadow. That I had tainted her in the ways I already had.

And here I was, the sick fuck getting ready to dirty her further.

I couldn’t stop myself, though.

Couldn’t stop myself from edging back so I could stare down at the treasure splayed out in front of me.

“So fuckin’ beautiful, Lena. Look at you. Your face and your body and your striking, unforgettable soul.”

“Is that what you really think when you look at me?” Redness tinged her sharp, angled cheeks, some of the vulnerability seeping in as she all-out shook against my palms on her thighs.

I swirled my thumbs over the spot, calming her.

Or maybe I was only trying to calm myself since the only thing I wanted to do was tear off those panties and bury my cock to the hilt.

Corrupt her with my foulness.

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I think. My mind is fucked over you. Unbelievably gorgeous. Stunning. The owner of my breath. I’d write myself all over you if I wasn’t afraid of ruining everything that you are.”

Emotion flashed through her features, and she reached out and splayed her hand on the side of my cheek. “I’m already ruined for you.”

“No. You have the fucking world at your feet.”

It was me who was really there.

A beggar on his knees.

Offering up prayers that I had no right to ask for. A selfish prick who dipped his fingers into the cups of her bra and dragged them down.

Her pretty tits popped out.

Nipples so pebbled that I could almost feel them throb. Same way as I could feel her pussy throbbing between her slender, shaking thighs.

I swirled both thumbs over the peaks.

On a moan, Elena arched from the table while I fought the roar of lust that bashed against my ears.

“You like that, Little Apple?”

My sweet, forbidden fruit.

Had never felt the truth of that more than right then.

“I wish it was your mouth.”

A rough chuckle skated free. Need glowing fierce. Flames that licked and lapped up the walls of the cramped room.

“Like this?” I leaned in and swirled my tongue over one sensitive bud.

Fingers flew into my hair, and she pushed herself closer. “Yes. I like that.”

I loved that she didn’t mind telling me what she needed. Didn’t stop herself from telling me what she’d been fantasizing about.

And if I was already giving myself over to duplicity, I was sure as hell not going to disappoint her.