Burned

“You don’t want to push me much further tonight.”

“But I will, James.” She shook her head, the wistful sadness inside her heart too much to bear. “I was used to being alone.”

Silence met her words. He wasn’t asleep; his body was too tight, too tense for her to believe that. His anger thickened the air in the room, though, and she realized she didn’t really want him angry. Keeping him angry was to keep him at arm’s length, a safe distance from making her body torment her with its needs. But he was close now, he had already taken her, more than once, and the little aches in her body proved that.

“I used to fantasize about you.” She frowned as she thought of the years that had passed. “How silly is that, James? That’s when what little satisfaction I had found with Jase in all those years was gone. The moment you stepped into that room destroyed it all.”

His cock jerked against her thigh.

“I warned you, Ella. I won’t warn you again.” She shivered at the dominating tone of his voice.

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