Wesley She’s in the vestibule, about to open the second door and step outside, when I stop her, pushing her up against the wall instead. “What are you doing?” she demands, shoving at me. It doesn’t do any good. I’m not about to let go of her, and I’m a mountain of a man, so I doubt she’ll be able to move.“I’m making sure you keep your mouth shut,” I whisper, pinning her in place with my body. A body that wants her with every single cell and every drop of blood pumping through it. My lips are almost touching hers; the only thing holding me back is the fact that I want to drive a knife into her neck almost as much as my dick into her heat.Her voice comes out broken, breathless, and needy, almost a caress on my skin. “And if I don’t?”She has no idea what she’s doing, challenging me like this. It isn’t her inexperience or naivete. It’s her, her nature crashing against my nature, making it impossible for me to do anything but want to claim her. To conquer her, to shut her up once and f
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