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There's nothing but the ocean outside the window. The dark gray storm clouds consume the sky as I stand behind Summer, my hands exploring her silhouette before one dips inside of her pants. She didn't put on a new pair of panties.

"Good girl," I whisper in her ear, nipping it to get that beautiful yelp of delight out of her. My fingers can't help but search for that warm welcome of pussy that now belongs to me. Revenge lingers over my actions as I slip inside of her walls. I don't like being lied to or people lying about me.

"Open your mouth, Summer," I tell her, and she obeys. Her jaw shifts as I slip my other fingers inside of her mouth. Two between her lips and two inside her slit. I keep the rhythm the same between them as she moans, the momentum builds as I jerk my hands away from her.

I pull her away from the large windows to kneel in front of her, where I yank her sweatpants down for her to step out of them. The second my tongue grazes her pussy, her back arches, and I have to use my hands to stop her from stumbling back. I have to palm her ass to keep her in place while I devour her pussy like a man stranded in the desert begging for a sip.

The sweetness of her orgasm coating my tongue is delicious. When I finger her while sucking on her clit, I can feel her orgasm building for another more powerful release. As soon as I feel her on the edge of that climax, I stop immediately.

"Wait, no." She jerks out of the erotic trance. "Please don't stop."

"We'll finish when I think you're ready."

"I'm ready now. I know I am. I want to have sex with you, Bodey."

"Summer," I growl, pulling my knife out of my pocket. "You have no idea what you're asking for."

"I do." Her eyes light up with desire as she watches the blade from above me.

I run the tip down the side of her ribs to the hinge of her hips and around the back to her ass. I tap the spot I like. "No, you don't. If you did, you'd understand that doing this, letting me inside you, means me leaving a mark on you for the rest of your life. Your pussy will never be the same, and you'll wear my initials for anyone to see you belong to me."

"If I let you do that, will you finish? Will you let me finish?" She's practically begging, and this is not how I want to brand her as mine. I don't want her begging for it, for a simple release to lead to something permanent.

"You're not ready, Summer." I move closer, kissing her pussy like I'm kissing her lips. Making love to it with my mouth as a reminder of what's to come. I pull back again abruptly and tease her, to her disappointment. "I know you're not because brandingyou means you belong to me. It also means that I belong to you, and I can't belong to a liar."

CHAPTER 5

Summer

Frustration.

Mind-numbing frustration radiates through every inch of my body as my mind wanders over the events of this outrageous day. I can't even focus my fury on Bodey because he's stripping out of his soaked clothes in front of me as the storm continues to blast the windows of the penthouse suite.

An idea strikes just as lightning scrapes across the dark sky. He's not going to get away with teasing me, holding my orgasm hostage, and only releasing it when he feels I'm deserving. The suite is beautiful as I cross the living room area that's bigger than my apartment. An open door leads into the bedroom, where Bodey walks leisurely inside as if I'm not even here.

Gray walls, black furniture, and the scent of freshly cleaned linens sit in the air. I hate that he gets to stay here without a care in the world.

"I'm not a liar," I tell him adamantly, following Bodey's muscular body into the bedroom. He has a large tattoo of an angel wearing the armor of a knight with a sentence across the bottom that says,Free the Living.

"You're still lying," he replies without a single glance in my direction. There's a rack where six suits are hanging, and heslides each one back and forth by their hangers until he pulls out a burgundy jacket. He tosses it on the bed, sparing a look in my direction with a hint of a grin, and watches my eyes travel down his body. My gaze lingers on his crotch, wondering what he—it—looks like.

This isn't right.

But…

I don't care about what's right. If he can get even with me, I can get even with him. My tongue works just as well as his. I want the same angst and frustration ravaging his mind and body. Determination pushes me closer to him. Dominance is my goal, but once I'm in front of Bodey, I can't push myself to be as aggressive as I'd like.

Instead, I touch his chest, apprehensive and hesitant because I don't know what I'm doing exactly.

"What do you think you're doing, Summer?" His voice is low, melodic even as his eyes focus on me.

One finger swirls around his chest, going over the muscles with the hope of having some sort of effect on Bodey. My finger makes a trail down to the waistband of his boxers. I'm not brave enough to touch him the way he touches me, and I keep moving my fingers down to his thigh. I run my finger under the hem of his shorts, waiting for something to happen.

"Don't start anything you can't and won't finish with me," he warns, but I continue to run my fingers along his legs, tracing the thickness of his muscles. Ignoring his warning is the wrong choice, and he snatches my hand off him. "What did I just say, Summer?"

"I always finish what I start."

"You can't finish this because you've no idea what you started. Be a good girl and get on your knees. I'm going to finish this for you."