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Esme’s POVHe entered me in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside. I gasped, my walls stretching around his thick length, the sudden fullness overwhelming after so long. Heavens, it's been too long since I felt him like this..bare, pushing inside me. Other times had been forced and rough but even then I'd enjoyed it. This was different, more intimate and almost tender.I spread my legs wider, adjusting to his size, my hips tilting up to take him deeper. He groaned low, his hands planted on either side of my head, caging me in as he started pounding heavily. Each thrust was powerful, slamming into me with a rhythm that made my breath hitch. Pleasure built fast, his cock hitting that spot inside me over and over.I shut my eyes, not wanting to look at his face—afraid of what I'd see, afraid of the emotions it might stir. But as if he read my thoughts, he growled, "Look at me, Esme. I want you to look at me while I thrust into your pussy. I want to see the expressions you make
Esme’s POVOur bodies were still entwined when I felt his palms grab my breasts and squeeze them firmly. The pressure was delicious, his rough hands kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to my core. He smirked at me, that wicked, knowing curve of his lips that always made my stomach flip. I looked away, heat flooding my cheeks—not just from embarrassment, but from the raw desire pooling between my legs. Gods, how could he do this to me? Make me ache for him even when I wanted to hate him?I don't know how someone can be this beautiful and wicked at the same time. Cole's face was a masterpiece—sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, gray eyes dark with lust, full lips that promised sin. But beneath that beauty was a cruelty I'd felt too many times, the kind that left me broken and begging. And yet, here I was, spread out beneath him, my body betraying every rational thought. I don't know why Cole is doing
Cole's POV "Cole... oh gods, it's too much," she moaned, her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, her hips grinding against nothing, desperate for relief.I hooked my fingers into her panties and tore them down her legs, the soaked lace ripping slightly in my haste. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug—musky, intoxicating and I spread her thighs obscenely wide, pinning them open so she was completely exposed, her pussy glistening, swollen, and begging. "Fuck, look at this greedy little cunt," I groaned, my voice thick with raw hunger. "Soaked and pulsing for me. You’re my whore Esme, you’re dripping like my desperate whore already, ready to be devoured."I said and instantly I buried my face between her legs without warning, my tongue dragging from her tight entrance to her throbbing clit in one long, filthy lick. She screamed, her hips bucking violently, but I locked my arms around her thighs, holding her open for my mouth. Her taste exploded across my tongue—sweet
Cole's POV She moved her hand down further to my trousers, her eyes dropping to the huge bulge there, straining against the fabric. She used her fingers to circle it through the trousers, her palm pressing just right, teasing the outline. Then she looked up at me, her eyes hooded, her lips parted—challenging, seductive. What even gave her the courage right now? I don't even know.Fuck, I can't hold it again. The control I was holding to collapsed at once, snapping under her gaze. I was about to grab her, flip her against the wall, and bury myself inside her—when she dipped her hand into my trousers, her fingers wrapping around my length. The direct contact was fire hot skin on my skin, her grip firm. I groaned deeply, my head falling back as pleasure surged, but it was too much, too fast after denying myself for so long. Hell, I didn't know when I came—hot spurts of my cum coating her hand, my body shuddering with release I'd held back through every taunt and every denial.She did
Cole’s POV She didn't say anything and remained silent, her eyes locked on the floor like she was afraid to meet my gaze. The room felt smaller, her scent wrapping around me like a drug I couldn't shake. I asked her again, tilting her chin up with my fingers, forcing those eyes to mine. "Do you love me, Esme?" My voice came out rougher than I intended, laced with the raw edge of everything I'd been holding back. And that was when she spoke, her words hitting like a punch to the gut. "I did." I furrowed my brows, confusion mixing with a spark of anger. "You did? What does that even mean?" She pulled her chin free, her expression hardening despite the tears still glistening on her lashes. "What it means is that I cannot love a man like you. A man who pretends to lose his memory to hurt me more. A cold bastard. A man who doesn't have empathy. I did love you, Cole, but not anymore." Her words sliced deep, but I kept my face neutral, smirking coldly to hide the impact. Inside, it bu
Cole’s POV I walked and reached the cell blocks. The guards stationed outside snapped to attention when they saw me, but I didn't acknowledge them. They knew better than to question a Beta on a mission, especially one with eyes like mine right now: cold steel, promising violence if anyone got in my way. Esme was inside, sitting on that filthy rot, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the floor like it held answers to the nightmare her life had become. Gods, she looked fragile—hair tangled, dress rumpled from the day's humiliations—but there was still that spark in her posture, the unyielding strength that had drawn me to her from the start. I didn't hesitate. I walked straight to her and, before she could raise her eyes to look at me, I grabbed her by the hand and yanked her up from the seat she was sitting on. Her small gasp cut through the silence, but I ignored it, my grip firm around her wrist. "What are you doing, Cole?" she asked, her voice a mix of confusion and wa







