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Stefan

She finally quieted.

Fuck. I hadn't come here to fuck her. I hadn't.

"You still want me to let you go?"

She shook her head.

I released her wrists and flipped her over onto her belly, then straddled her again, trapping her beneath me.

"I love you," I said, reaching over to grab the bottle of hand moisturizer she had on the nightstand. "But you're a pain in my ass." I drew her hips up, so she was on her knees. "Don't get up," I told her when she started to rise. I pushed her knees apart with mine and fisted a handful of her hair, pushing her face down into the bed. "Ass up, face down. Understand?"

"Stefan—"

I slapped her hip—not hard, but enough to get her attention. She cried out and looked back at me from the corner of her eye.

"Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good." I let go of her hair and twisted the lid off the lotion, squeezing about half the tube on her lower back. "Now like I said," I started, unzipping my jeans and pushing them and my briefs down, my cock like steel in anticipatio