Esme's POV I gasped as he withdrew his fingers, my legs still trembling against the wall, pinned by his body. He didn't let me slide down yet. Instead, he kept me there, his hips pressing forward, the hard ridge of his length grinding against my core through the thin barrier of his pants and my exposed skin. The friction was torturous, a slow- deliberate roll that sent sparks shooting up my spine. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the whimper building in my throat, but my hips betrayed me, rocking instinctively against him, seeking more of that maddening pressure.Cole's eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flashing as he noticed my movement. "Eager little traitor, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated through me. "Grinding on me like a desperate whore. Does it ache, Esme? That empty cunt of yours begging to be filled by the man you tried to destroy?"I shook my head, but my body arched closer, the heat between us building to an unbearable inferno. His hands gripped
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