Aston's POV I shoved her against the wall, blind with rage. The thought of Max’s filthy lips on her, on my girl, was unbearable and infuriating. I rubbed at the hickey angrily, desperate to get it off her. “Did you like it when he touched you?” I repeated, scrubbing her skin furiously. She grasped at my hands breathlessly. “Aston, please…” She was pulsing with anger, but her body was angling toward me as if asking for more. Ever since I met her, I’ve found that rage went well with sex. Through the huffing and fights, we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I moved underneath the hem of her shirt, feeling around her waist, her soft skin. She drew a sharp breath raggedly, her heart pounding. My hardness pressed against her groin. “Aston, don’t you dare!” she snapped at me as I unclasped her bra. Her perky breasts sprang free. I moved hungrily, feeling her erect nipples. A wave of goosebumps spread all over her body. “Did he do this…?” I demanded to know, stroking the tip
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