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CHAPTER 012: This Is What You Wanted

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“Of course I have to think about him,” I say, more to myself than Knox. “It's what any normal person would do.”

I hastily adjust my glasses, the frames askew from our passionate, mind-blowing, and reckless escapade. My fingers tremble as they push the lenses up the bridge of my nose. I’m acutely aware of the mascara streaking down my cheeks, painting me as the very picture of post-coital disarray. I rake my hands through my hair, attempting to tame the wild strands, and smooth down my dress.

In the mirror’s reflection, Knox watches me. His expression is unreadable. His dark eyes track my every movement, and even though I try not to look at him directly, I can feel the heat of his stare.

“Your post-nut clarity is annoying,” he says. “I feel used right now, Kitten.”

“Then you've got it better. I feel stupid.”

I turn around to finally face him, and his eyes zero in on me.

“Because you fucked me and liked it?” he asks.

I avert my eyes, shame curling in my gut. I’ve just had sex wi
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