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“Yep,” I sigh, pulling back. “Pure, out-of-control fury.”

She grins, then gasps in surprise when I lean in and kiss her again. A heated ripple flickers over my skin as our mouths crush together, our tongues dancing as the kiss deepens.

I won’t lie: when we pull apart, I’m very pleased with the look of shock on her face.

“You’re pretty when you blush,” I murmur.

Bella turns as red as the blood on the walls. “Shut up, ass,” she mumbles.

“You got a crush on me, wifey?”

“Oh my God,” she groans. “I will quite literally kill you for real. Stop.”

“Have you written Mrs. Bella Barone in your fifth period English notebook?”

“You are ridiculous!” she laughs, slapping my chest. I poke her right back, relishing the squeal that bubbles from her throat. She tries to tickle me but shrieks when I suddenly pounce, rolling us over and pinning her to the ground, straddling her torso and holding her wrists above her head.

We both go still as the entire vibe instantly shifts.

…Maybe because my cock is hard as steel and lying heavily between her tits.

Bella’s face blooms with heat. Her eyes slide to my swollen dick, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.

The room suddenly feels smaller. Hotter. Like the air just ignited.

For a moment, neither of us says anything.

Bella's eyes flick back to mine and she wets her lips.

"This isn't real. We're clear on that? Like, I'm not going to start liking you."

"God forbid."

"I still can't stand you."

“Noted,” I murmur.

Bella’s eyes lower to my cock.

“But, again, that doesn’t mean we can’t⁠—”

“How about we stop talking about it and you just open your pretty mouth and clean off my cock like a good girl.”

Her eyes widen, and there's another shift in the air.

Her pupils blow wide, her breathing shallow enough that I can see every quick rise and fall of her chest.

I’ve seen this look in her eyes before, that night at The Seven Bells, when all the smart-ass comments and snarling defiance stopped being an attempt to shove me away and became more like a challenge.

An invitation.

Bella spends every waking moment of her life doing whatever the fuck she wants. She doesn’t ask permission, she doesn’t wait for anyone’s say-so, and she doesn’t do anything because somebody told her to. Hell, half the time I think she does the exact opposite precisely because someone had the audacity to tell her what to do in the first place.

Until we get to a moment like this. I’m starting to realize that when it comes to sex, Bella doesn’t want to be in control at all. She wants that control taken away.

She wants to be dominated.

Used.