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But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll never break free if I stay in this cage.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”

“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited. I need to see you. I want to see how you made yourself come, how you touched yourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside you.”

The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s face flashes in my mind—what if she finds out? My hesitation is short-lived. An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers slip from my chin and move to the waistband of my leggings. I gasp as he swiftly pulls them down, the cool air against my heated skin making me shiver.

He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he places his large hands on my knees, I manage to find my voice. “What are you doing?”

He pause