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He dipped his head and drew his nose up my neck. “Goddess, Em. I’ve done nothing but think about you since that night. It’s been almost a year now, and you’re the only goddamn thing I’ve dreamed about every night.”

While he hadn’t touched me yet, his fingers were hovering over my pussy. And like my body usually did around this man, it betrayed me and pushed my hips forward so he’d touch me like he had done that night at the bonfire.

As soon as his finger slid over my pussy, his hands were all over me, tugging on my clothes to pull them off, his mouth all over my neck and shoulders, kissing and biting. He turned me around and shoved me against the door, grinding his dick against my ass.

And then a moment later, his hand was in my pants, rubbing my clit.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re so wet for me, princess. How long have you been waiting for me to move in?”

Chapter Six

Ember

I threw my head back. “So, so long.”

His lips curled into a smirk against my neck, and he pulled down my pants. In one swoop, his were at his ankles, and he was thrusting his dick between my thighs, getting it wet with my juices.

“Please,” I whispered, so desperate to relive that night. “Please, give it to—fuck!”

Cade slipped into me, his dick so huge, just like I remembered it. He placed his hand over mine on the closet door, and his grunts turned into low growls, like the night they had at the bonfire.

“Ember!” Pavel shouted from downstairs. “Are you home?”

My eyes widened. Cade slapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me closer so his lips were on my neck. He continued to push himself into me over and over, thrusting deeper each time his hips met mine.

“Don’t say a word,” he whispered.

“B-but … Pavel’s …”

“Fuck Pavel,” he growled. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

I whimpered into his hand, desperate for him to continue, yet not wanting Pavel to see.

Cade wrapped his hand around the front of my neck and pulled me closer, gliding his mouth up and down the column of my throat and making me tingle all over. “You take my cock so”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“well, Emmie.”

Panting, I squeezed my eyes closed, the pressure rising higher inside me.

“Fuuuck,” he murmured. “You’re doing so, so good for me.”

Another moan left my throat.

“Listen to those whimpers …” He continued rubbing my clit. “How cute.”

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

“Is my pretty little girl going to come?”

His pretty little girl? God, what is this man doing to me?!

More whimpers tumbled out of my mouth, and I clutched his hand to stop him from rubbing my clit because I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to take this torture from him anymore. The pressure skyrocketed, and I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t fucking stop it.

“Uh-uh,” he mumbled against my neck. “Move your hand away, princess.”

Eyes rolling back into my head, I released his hand and tried hard to keep my moans to a minimum so Pavel wouldn’t hear them. Cade furiously rubbed my clit in circles while thrusting into my tight hole.