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His knee goes between my legs, and he spreads them. “Challenge accepted,kitten.”

I grow weak with his kiss. It’s hot and sloppy. His tongue flicks inside my mouth, and I arch my back, pressing into him.

I whimper when he takes his hand and trails it down the front of my body until it rests above the waistband of my leggings. One finger swipes under the fabric and stays. I sink my teeth into his lip and pull.

He hums against my mouth. “You really are a little black cat, aren’t you?”

I suck in a breath when he moves his hand lower and swipes my clit. I’m so needy it hurts.

“I want you to beg for it, kitten.” He tugs on my earlobe.

Never.

I make a noise, and he eats it up, touching my clit again and again until I’m forcefully trying to free my hands from his grip.

“Beg.”

Another whine escapes past my lips. “N…no.”

He smiles against my mouth. “That’s fine. I’m patient.”

“Cassius.”

“Oh, we must be getting close. You used my first name.” His finger slips inside me, and I lose my footing.

“I w…wo… won’t beg.”

God. It feels so good yet so tortuous.

“Yes you will, kitten. You’re going to break just so I can piece you back together. The sooner you soften for me, the quicker I’ll let you come.”

As if he has the control?

His finger disappears. My eyes spring open, and he’s staring at me with a hungry gaze. His mouth curves and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.

“Beg, Briar.”

He never calls me that.

His tongue slips out of his mouth, and he runs it over his swollen bottom lip. A rush of heat washes through me, and no matter how much I try to protest, my body gives it away.

I’m ready to beg for it.

CHAPTER 36

THORNE

She feels sosweet against me, I can barely stand it. It takes everything in me to not hurry. Everything feels like a rush, and I want this to be different. In a sweaty locker room, with the harsh fluorescent lights overhead, she’s never looked more beautiful.

I release her wrists and offer her a smoldering expression.

“Take out my cock.”

A thrill goes through me when she does, shoving the fabric down. I’ve been hard since I threw her over my shoulder, but now, under her gaze, precum oozes out.

Without warning, she drops down and licks it.

“Fuck,” I groan. “No. I don’t want your mouth on me—I want your cunt squeezing me while I kiss you to death.”