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Trembling and weak, I sat forward, and Ty wrapped his arms around me, squeezing the breath out of me, as he pulled me in for a kiss.

His hand moved to the small of my back, seating me against his bulge, and I reached down to return the favor for him, but stopped short when his hand covered mine. “I should get you home,” he whispered.

I’d have ignored that and kept on, if he hadn’t shoved my hand off of him altogether and pushed to stand alongside the bike, before turning his back to me again.

Heat flared across my cheeks, the needling pangs of embarrassment churning the greasy burger in my stomach. I didn’t bother to say a word as I fastened my jeans and pulled the helmet over my head.

My mind fought to convince me that the whole experience of being finger-fucked in some dark and empty parking lot beside a fire-gutted storefront wasn’t even close to being sleazy. After all, he was the one who’d gotten me off. And Johns didn’t typically set out to satisfy whores. Still, I couldn’t help feeling cheap. Like he’d only done it for my benefit, to appease the scarred little horny girl.

By the time we rolled up in front of my apartment, I couldn’t even look at him while handing off the helmet.

His finger hooked beneath my chin, and he slanted his lips over mine, but his kiss felt hasty and impatient.

“Good night, Sera.” Unlike last time, he didn’t even wait for me to get to the door before he revved his bike and took off.

As though he couldn’t stand to be around me any longer.

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Ty

I tipped back the fifth of whiskey, while the hot sprays of the shower pounded against my back in the same massaging rhythm as the strokes along my shaft. Pressing my forehead to the cold tiles, I screwed my eyes shut, the memories taking me back to earlier in the night, when I’d been knuckle-deep inside Sera’s tight pussy. Spread out across my bike, she’d embodied every fantasy of what I’d imagined sex with her might be like. Wild. Uninhibited. Perfect as the wet heat that’d welcomed my fingers.

Drink clutched in my free hand, I pounded out a night’s worth of frustrations that’d ended when I’d dropped her off and had to force myself to leave, just to avoid hauling her up to that apartment and fucking her until she couldn’t remember her own name—only mine, like a constant chant in her head, over and over again.

The look on her face when she’d finally come had to be the single most agonizing thing I’d ever seen. Painfully beautiful to watch. Like the nights I’d fallen asleep on the roof and awoken to the indescribable awe of the sun rising up over Detroit. I’d wanted to bottle that shit up and drink it, revel in the high of watching her orgasm, until I’d be so fucking drunk on it, I wouldn’t be able to see straight.

But the circumstances between us had become a joke.

She was the daughter of my enemy.

Things had already been set in motion, and even if I could walk away from it, there’d be consequences. Not just for me, but for Sera, too. I wouldn’t subject her to that.

Yet, with every stroke, my dick battled my thoughts.

I wanted her. Goddamn, I wanted her so bad, I could feel my resolve slipping. Like a powerful magnet fucking up my hard drive every time she came near me.

The water pulsed across my skin, heat swirling, making me dizzy with the buzz of the alcohol swimming through my veins. The things I wanted to do to her were dirty and vile, but so goddamn thrilling at the same time.

I was already on God’s shit list, so why not sweeten the ride to hell?

Squeezing my cock, I pumped faster. My breaths turned staccato as my mind took me to those last few minutes with her body sprawled out on my bike, like a buffet just waiting to be consumed. Each stroke matched the thrust of my fingers inside of her, as if I could even fathom how good it’d feel to have her pussy wrapped tight around my shaft.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted to be buried inside of her, those toned thighs hooked around my back, nails tearing into my skin.

The pleasure clashed with the pain of wanting the very thing I couldn’t have, until jolts of lightning crashed behind my eyes, and my orgasm exploded into my palm. I grunted, rolling my head against the tiles with the final pumps that ejected the last of my load, and I imagined it jetting all over her tits and stomach.

As my breaths slowed, muscles turning soft, weak, I opened my eyes, staring down at the swirling water.

A terrifying reality settled over me as my body hardened again.

I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d had one taste of Sera.

I tipped back the bottle, letting the burn of the alcohol talk me into what was becoming out of my control. Whether I wanted to, or not, I was going to see her again.

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Sera