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“Oh, the truth comes out,” she said with a laugh.

“Yeah.” I smiled, and it was only a little forced. “I’d do anything for you, Dakota. You know that.”

She leaned her head against my arm. “Yeah. You’re a good egg, Kit. Never change, okay?” She flicked her gaze up at me. “Seeing you so angry tonight was a little scary. I’ve never seen you so…out of control.”

“I’m sorry.”

She nuzzled my arm. “Don’t be sorry. It just worried me, is all. You always take such good care of me, but I need you to take care of yourself, too.”

“I’ll try.”

We finished our ice cream, put away the carton, and headed down the hall to our bedrooms.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what my sister had said.

That I’d been out of control.

That was it, exactly. I’d lost my head, let my emotions take over, and given in to all my shameful urges with Joey.

That couldn’t happen again.

CHAPTER 9

JOYRIDE

I stared at the open pool house door, Kit’s retreating figure vanishing from sight, and wanted to cry.

Not because he’d wrapped his hand around my throat and told me to beg. I’d happily beg for him again if he’d only come back. But he wasn’t going to come back, was he? He didn’t want to see me ever again. And I couldn’t blame him. Not after the pain I’d caused him and his sister. His whole family.

I stripped off my clothes on autopilot and climbed into bed. My cock was still hard and aching. I should deny myself. Make Kit’s punishment complete.

I didn’t have the willpower.

My hand stole to my cock, fingers wrapping around silky-soft skin. I squeezed, absorbing the hardness beneath. My mouth watered at the memory of Kit’s dick sliding over my tongue and pushing into my throat.

Punish me, I’d begged him.

He’d indulged me, taking my mouth roughly. Not so roughly I couldn’t handle it, but not even close to as sweetly as he’d taken it that night in Omaha. That night, there’d been nothing but warmth in his eyes. Tonight? Only fire.

I barely recognized him as the same man. But it didn’t stop me from wanting him.

Handing over my misery and taking my punishment was such a sweet reprieve. While I gagged and choked on his cock, I let go of my guilt, my sadness, my choices. He took over, filling all my empty spaces. For those few minutes, I was free.

Nothing but a vessel for his pleasure.

I stroked my dick, following the slight curve left, twisting the head almost painfully, rough with myself the way he might have been if he’d touched more of me.

He’d buried his hand in my hair while he thrust into my mouth, tightening his grip as his pleasure mounted, tugging the strands harder and harder.

I moaned, body lighting up at the memory.

I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.

Take any punishment he wanted to give.

I sped up my strokes, squeezing tighter, eyes slipping closed as memories spooled through my mind. The smell of Kit. The sound of him as he shattered. The salty hint of flavor as he poured down my throat.

My body tensed, balls drawing up. So close now. I grabbed my left nipple and twisted it hard.