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“You tell me if I’m ever too much, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fucking Christ.

The leather danced lightly against her perfect pierced nipples. I teased, and teased some more, creating anticipation for when I’d finally strike. But I was done with the buildup. I needed to get my hands on her, taste her, hear her beg for more.

Lightly whipping the leather tassels against her nipples, her back arched, instantly responding with a surprised moan.

“You like that?”

“More,” she begged, in which I responded with another slap to her nipples. This time, a touch harder. “Yes,” she hissed, enjoying the added pressure.

“Such a pretty girl.” I dragged the whip down her stomach, all the way to the prize between her legs.

Teasing her clit, I swiped the leather through her crease as I watched her body shiver.

She was completely at my mercy, and I didn’t think she realized just how much it lit me up inside that she was handing me her trust.

Tossing the whip aside, I knelt over her, growing impatient to get my hands on her.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about these.” I grabbed her tits, not being gentle in the slightest, and pinched the little barbells between my fingers until she gasped.

“Fuuuck,” she cried out.

Leaning down, I brought my tongue to her tits, soothing the pain with each pass of my tongue over her perky nipples. I spent minutes that felt like hours devouring her. They deserved all the attention in the world, and I was making up for lost time.

I’d suffered through moments at the club where she proudly displayed her perfect chest, too many nights with her next to me in bed with no bra on. Just the shape of her heavy, round tits, and the outline of her piercings.

I took my time biting and licking. Kissing her skin just between her breasts, pushing her tits against my cheeks so I could feel surrounded by her. I’d gotten so carried away that my hips moved over her center, sliding the tiny thong out of the way.

When I finally came up for air, I kissed my way down her stomach, stopping at her hip bone. My tongue traveled dangerously close to her pussy, but not before I could glance up at her addictive green eyes to watch her while I began to suck on her skin until it bruised.

“Oh my God, Hunter.” Her mouth popped open, and her leg twitched beneath my touch.

After a few long moments of sucking, I tore my mouth away, looking down at the already discolored skin marking her.

“You know what this means, right?” My tone was rough.

“What?” she let out in a breathy moan.

“You’re mine, Andi.”

“I think I was yours a long time ago, Hunter. I just didn’t know it.”

Hearing her confirm that we were on the exact same page … it threw out any doubt I could possibly have about us. For the first time, I finally found myself excited about the possibilities. I looked forward to what would come for us, what falling in love as an adult could look like, and the idea of having someone in my corner gave me hope for a future that I never possessed in my quiet lavish life.

My legs were shaking, and my hands itched to reach out and grab Hunter. His cock had been staring me in the face since it sprung out of his pants, remaining harder than stone. It was almost impossible not to be drenched on the spot the moment he turned on his alpha-male persona.

Hunter Wolfe wasn’t at all who I expected him to be, but what I believed to know about him, and who he actually was, blew me out of the fucking water. This man had a way of being so endearing that I couldn’t help but smile when he walked into a room. On the other hand, he was dominating, attracting my attention for completely different reasons.

Every day I got to know Hunter better, the more I realized I was fucked. Not in the sense of any minute from now when it would finally happen, but in the way that my heart was more vulnerable than it had ever been.

Hunter kissed over the bruise he’d made on the inside of my thigh. The warm air escaping his mouth brushed against my core, and I quivered at his proximity to where I wanted him most.

“Please,” I begged.

I didn’t need to tell him what exactly I was pleading for; he could read my body language perfectly when my hips levitated up, showing him just where I wanted his tongue to be.