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“You’re being too nice.”

“Can’t help it. You’re too sweet to be mean to. Get used to it. I hope you’re not attached to these.”

His hand tangled in the waistband of my panties and I hiss as he pulls until it snaps free.

“I need to strip you bare because I want to see how messy I can make you. It’ll determine what else happens.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re going to give me orgasms without letting me see your dick. Ah!” I squeal as he lifts my ass, peeling my skirt down my thighs until it joins my boots on the ground.

“You only want to see it?” he teases me, sitting me up to pull my shirt off.

“Arran,” I groan.

“If you’re a very good girl for me, I’ll let you do more than see it.”

Ugh, his smile is sinful and I want to do everything he tells me to. I need to know he won’t push me further than I’m willing to go and that I have a voice. I also just want to be safe enough to release the iron clad control I always feel I need to have.

What I want can’t exist, right?

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

ARRAN

Isla’s eyes are pools of tears, worry, and a little fear.

“I want to kill whoever taught you sex was scary,” I say conversationally, covering her nakedness with my body.

“There’s a list,” she murmurs. “I don’t want to think about them though. I have better things to do.”

I smile against her lips as I kiss her, promising myself to watch for anyone giving her too much attention. Isla’s eyes get a little too wide when she’s uncomfortable but trying to act like she’s fine.

“Hi. My name is Better Things To Do.”

She laughs, and the sound makes my dick twitch as I kiss down her throat. I pay special attention to her breasts, enjoying the way she pulls my hair as she writhes, and I inch down to the apex of her thighs. I kiss, nip, and suck until I’m eating her pussy without any more preamble and making her scream.

I’m done talking. Maybe that makes me a bastard after what we talked about earlier, but I could tell she didn’t want to discuss it. I’m not an idiot. During dinner, she’d shift every question back to me. I don’t want to fuck up our time together, and I fully plan to discover everything about her as she decides to tell me them.

I sound like a fucking animal as I grunt and growl as I push my tongue into her tight cunt to lick her out, my thumbs exposing her sweetness to me. Every part of her is beautiful, even the ones she mutilated with a knife. No one does that shit because their life is sunshine and roses.

Her family seems like good people, so I don’t know how this still happened.

My thumb flicks over her clit, and I memorize every hitch in her breath, whimper, and moan. They all mean something different, and when I begin to pump my fingers into her tightness that will feel like a warm hug around my cock, I do it with the express purpose of making her explode on my face.

“Don’t think,” I growl. “Stay with me, baby.”

I use my teeth on her clit, growling as she tries to clamp her legs around my head. I know I’m going to be giving her beard burn as I let her rock her hips to keep me right where she wants me to be. I could have forced her legs open, pinned her thighs to the mattress, but I don’t want to do that.

At least, not yet.

“Yes! Just like that,” she babbles, her fingers in my hair as she yanks on it. I suck on her bundle of nerves until she screams, continuing to finger fuck her cunt.

Her thigh muscles are trembling as much as the walls of her cunt, and I can tell she’s close again. Fuck. Addiction, your name is Isla. I want to fuck her so badly, but she’s in control of how things go.

If my pants stay on and she rides my face all night, I’ll be perfectly happy with that as long as she falls asleep in my arms. I want to make her breakfast in the morning, and rewrite how I handle intimacy.

My tongue rolls over her swollen clit, and I enjoy her cry as she squeezes me even tighter with her thighs.