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“I can feel your pussy through my jeans. Tell me again you don’t want my dick.”

“I’ve already had billionaire dick,” I shoot back. “I don’t care for the fucking taste.”

He laughs, but it’s not his familiar rumble.

It’s maniacal.

“I wanted to do right by you. I never wanted to hurt you. I need time to fix everything that’s broken. You haven’t even had half of what I can give you.”

“And why not? Were you too scared to fuck me properly, too? You’re scared of a lot of things, aren’t you? You either want me or you don’t. And if you do, then you fight for me, not against me, and we’ll heal together.”

The rollercoaster of our relationship has finally become too much to bear. I need a partner. He doesn’t have to be perfect, but he has to be present and fully committed. I can’t constantly be worried about what shitty thing will rip us apart next.

We’re a team or we’re done.

“If you ever push me away again, for any reason, you will lose me forever,” I vow. “Is that what you want? You could shoot in your pants right now you want me so badly. Do you think you’re so fucking amazing because you know how to use your dick? No one has ever loved you like I do. And they never will again. So, I guess we’re fucking even.”

His body is a temple of hard muscle and I want to lick every inch.

But I want all of him – his heart, his mind, and yes, his body.

And I’m done playing games.

“Push me away again, Adam. I fucking dare you. You’ll never see me again. But I’ll make sure to send you a picture of me sucking my next boyfriend’s dick.”

His response is a snarl and I keep on pushing.

“You’re not giving me what I want because you’re not afraid to lose me,” I say. “Well, get scared because you’re this fucking close. Do you think you have a tough side, buddy? You’ve never met mine.”

His jaw clenches and his grip on my throat tightens even further.

“Now what are you going to do?” I challenge. “What the fuck are you going to do?”

Chapter 27

Adam

Drunkdoesn’tevenbeginto describe my blood alcohol level.

But Belle swearing at me, putting me in my place, and taking absolute control is clearing my head – fast.

People will only treat you how you let them. For a sweet girl like Belle, it doesn’t always work to her advantage.

She’s always let me retreat when I need to.

She’s always been kind.

She’s never pushed me.

Now her patience is gone, and she’s none of those tender things.

She’s at the breaking point and going to walk away from me.

I’m going to lose her forever.

Part of me knew she’d come to me, knew she’d fix everything between us again, knew she’d convince me to give our relationship another shot even though we shouldn’t.

Belle especially shouldn’t. She needs a much better man than me.