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wanted me that badly. I laughed when he pounced on me, dumping me

over onto my back before he stretched for something in the drawer in

the nightstand.

“What’re you—”

I got a piece of paper from a clinic in Lubbock that said he was

free and clear of any sexually transmitted diseases and a brand new

bottle of lube. “Aww.” I smiled up at the man who was grinning like an

idiot, hovering over me. “Is this for me?”

The answer was a deep, animal growl before he dropped down

over me, pressing his body all along the length of mine.

“Rand,” I breathed into the side of his neck, my arms falling open

on the bed.

“Say what you want,” he demanded.

“Oh God, Rand, please.”

His hands moved quickly over me. The lube was snatched away,

and I heard the crinkling of cellophane as the bottle was opened. He

lifted my legs roughly over his shoulders and bent me in half. I heard

his breath catch. “Please, what?”

“Please, baby,” I almost whined, but I didn’t care how I sounded.

“Beg me,” he said slowly as one slippery finger slid between my

cheeks.

“Please, Rand… I’ll do anything.”

“Anything,” he grunted before he leaned forward to kiss me.

I was surprised that he didn’t just impale me as he so obviously

wanted to but kissed me first, apparently needing the closeness just as

much. I opened my mouth for him, and his tongue drove inside so hard

that his teeth bumped my lips painfully. The copper taste of blood had

no effect on the bruising, grinding, devouring kiss. He didn’t stop until

I moaned, like he was waiting for the sound. He was rough with me

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then, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me forward,

thrusting to the hilt with one hard stroke. It felt so good, and I clutched

at him, wanting him deeper, wanting it harder and faster. He complied

with my demands even though I couldn’t speak more than the litany of

his name.