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A single finger is presented, making Khaos curse under his breath some more.

“Did your body give out after the fourth?”

I shake my head. Although, there were tears—down both my cheeks and thighs. I was a mess but I could’ve continued.

“Then that’s not your limit.”

Grasping my ankles, Khaos pulls my legs away from each other.

“Also, tell Guy he should be ashamed. Once is fucking pathetic.”

I don’t think Guy would take that very well. Khaos, on the other hand… Khaos lets me give him shit. Seems to almost welcome it. Like he enjoys it.

And if I’m being honest, I do, too.

“You should be ashamed. Once is fucking pathetic.”

Khaos halts all movement, my feet in his hold about eighteen inches apart, and gives me a withering glare.

“Is Guy standing behind me?”

“Nope.”

“That was aimed at me? I’m pathetic?”

I shrug a shoulder. I mean, he’s the one who said it.

After a brief pause, he tells me, “You didn’t give me a chance to get more out of you or I would’ve. Trust me.”

“So it’s my fault?”

“You’re the one that freaked.”

“I had a boyfriend!”

So quiet I almost miss it, he says, “Had.”

“Have,” I’m quick to amend.

“You ever want to find out what your limit is, you know where my door’s at.”

I roll my eyes, letting them stay on the ceiling. “Keep dreaming.”

“Keep playing with your pussy. We all know Guy isn’t.”

That has me looking back at him. “Oh, do we? How?”

“You’re always in a bad mood.”

“Am not.”

“Your body isn’t used to being touched by a man.”

“Is too.”

“And since he’s only been able to get one orgasm out of you in the years you two have been together, the same amount I got from you in the minutes I had you—”

“You didn’t have me.”