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  “Wyndham?”

  “F-four years now. For my period.”

  “Good.”

  The sound of their breathing filled the room as his lips moved down, caressing her neck and then moving further down, his mouth tracing a wet, warm path on the line of her shoulder.

  Lace swallowed when she felt Silver’s fingers drifting on her back, resting at the handle of the zipper. His voice was pure silvery seduction as he murmured, “I’ve dreamt of this so many damn nights, little lamb.”

  “Y-You did?” She couldn’t help stiffening as she felt Silver pulling the zipper down.

  Ziiiiiiiiip.

  “Sometimes, I’d need to take three cold showers in one night.”

  Silver’s fingers were on the straps now, pushing them down her arms, making her head spin at the way things were progressing. Any second now, she thought dazedly. Any moment now she would be—-

  The dress slowly fell in a pool around her feet.

  Lace’s fists clenched. She was down to her underwear now, and she couldn’t remember feeling this exposed before. She stiffened when she felt Silver unclip her bra, and she stiffened even more when she felt him slowly pulling the lacy piece away from her breasts. The bra fell to the floor as Silver admitted grittily, “Sometimes, I wouldn’t be able to help it...”

  Her knees started to weaken when she felt his arms going around her from behind. “Help...what?” She couldn’t help gasping the last word out, for it was at that same moment Silver had cupped her breasts.

  Her flesh swelled at his touch, and as her nipples puckered to life, Silver said roughly, “This. I’d imagine touching you like this while I held my cock—-”

  Oh. Her body jerked at his words, jerking again when he suddenly spun her around and she found herself being devoured by his bright blue eyes.

  “I’d imagine kissing you like this while I stroked myself...” She moaned as Silver squeezed her breasts hard, and another moan escaped her when Silver bent his head down and closed his lips over one straining nipple. He sucked slowly at first, but soon he was drawing her nipple more tightly into his mouth, his tongue moving fast and hard. The pleasure was too much and her buckling knees gave way, forcing Lace to clutch his shoulders.

  Her touch acted like a cue, and the next moment, Silver was sweeping her up in his arms again, carrying her to the bed. Their gazes clashed as he laid her on the bed, and she couldn’t stop staring at him as he pulled away and started to strip.

  He was so, so, so beautiful, and more so when he was naked. Again, her mind threatened to give up, her heart in danger of collapsing as she saw more of Silver’s nude body.

  His hat fell to the floor first, followed by his shirt, belt, jeans, and then—-

  Lace instinctively crossed her arms over her breasts when Silver stepped out of his black boxers. Silver noticed, and it made him chuckle even as he teased slyly, “Frightened, little lamb?”

  “Of course not.” But her arms over her chest tightened even more. She didn’t know why she felt like covering herself. She just did, the moment she saw Silver’s enormous erection. She was sure it would fit. She had heard enough sexcapade stories from her boys – even way back in high school – to understand that the bigger it was, the better it would feel.

  But even so...

  Surely that much cock would hurt like hell first?

  But even if it did, it was too late now.

  Silver was on the bed with her, looming over Lace and looking at her like he owned her.

  And he did.

  Because she...hated him.

  Fully clothed, Silver March was already a seductively powerful force to be reckoned with, but naked? He was intimidatingly, overwhelmingly, irritatingly perfect. If this perfect man wanted her, well, who was she to resist?

  When Silver gently removed her arms over her chest, she didn’t protest. It was as if her wanton twin had finally woken up and taken complete control of her body. Now, all she could think of was doing what Silver March wanted. She was just sure that whatever he wanted was what she wanted, too.

  His eyes were traveling slowly down her body, starting from head to toe, making her blush from top to bottom as well. “So...damn...sexy...” A low, painful rasp before Silver was nudging her legs apart, settling his hard and heavy body between her thighs just before his mouth was back on her breasts again. She couldn’t stop herself from clutching his head as he lavished her nipples with attention, one by one, and she couldn’t stop gasping and writhing when he raised her up and moved to kiss his way down her belly. Down, down, down until the most secret part of hers was directly in front of him.

  Oh God, the way he stared. It made her restless, made her feel hotter outside and wetter inside. “March...” His name slipped out of her, a plea for something Lace instinctively knew only he could give.

  “I hope you don’t mind, Wyndham...”

  Rip.

  She shuddered in shock. Had he just ripped her panties away? Silver March, the most sophisticated man she ever knew. He actually did that?

  But there was no time to think about it, no time to do anything else but arch off the bed with a moan, the way he was suddenly licking her folds. She screamed, moaned, and whimpered, wondering if it was really possible to withstand this much pleasure. His tongue was a monster, the way it claimed every inch of her, its strokes so thorough and sure that she could feel her folds swelling at the attention.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” Silver growled.

  “I’m...yours.” She couldn’t even think of denying the truth, her head tossing against the pillow at the way his tongue kept torturing her flesh.

  “Tell me you want me to take you.”

  His tongue thrust inside her as he spoke the words, and her eyes squeezed shut at the sheer pleasure of it. As he began fucking her with his tongue, she gasped, “Want...you...to...take...meeeee—-”

  The last word turned into a scream, Silver claiming her womanhood in yet another way. After his tongue came his finger, his long, sure finger, and it turned her upside down as it thrust in and out of her body. Her insides contracted and expanded, trying to get used to being penetrated. She started to sob, the way her insides were tightening around his finger arousing her to new heights.

  She didn’t think she could survive this to the end. That wasn’t possible.

  A silvery chuckle caressed her skin. “You’re my woman. You can and you will take it. Everything I give you, you’ll take because you’re mine.”

  And he proved it right after, his lips closing over her clit just as he pushed a second finger inside of her.

  Something burst out of her, pushing the floodgates open, and then her body was jerking. She was coming, coming so hard it left her gasping, her eyes rolling back and her body twisting up, simultaneously trying to get away and moving closer to Silver’s mouth on her clit.

  On and on it went, wracking her body with deep shudders. But just when she thought it was over and she could start breathing again, she felt Silver starting to move. Her eyes flew open. “No—-”

  “Yes.” He was bracing himself up with one arm against the bed, and when she looked down, she saw him holding his cock, guiding it to the flesh between her legs.

  Her stunned gaze darted back to Silver’s face. “No!” She couldn’t possibly. Not again—-

  “Trust me.” A command, spoken by the one she...hated, and because of that, she forced herself to relax. Forced herself to swallow back every protest.

  She waited tensely for his next move, expecting him to thrust into her with one great push. But instead—-

  Oh.

  He was stroking her wet, swollen folds with his cock. His beautiful face was hard and strained with need, giving her an inkling of just how much he was controlling himself, forcing himself not to take her.

  She started to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat when she felt it.

  The head of his cock brushing against her clit, roughly and at the perfect angle, making her stiffen in renewe
d shock.

  Again and again, his cock glided against her folds, its head pressing against that swollen nub of flesh with each thrust. Her eyes closed, her head falling back against the pillow as she felt her body slowly stirring into awareness.

  Over her, she heard Silver release a low laugh, but she couldn’t make herself care. How could she when she was too busy fighting off new and strange urges inside her, all of them brought to the open by Silver’s cock moving against her folds?

  “Do you want more, Wyndham?” Silver ground his hips against hers as he asked, his cock bearing down on her flesh.

  The weight of his cock pressing down against her aching core was shockingly hot, the pleasure even better than everything that she had experienced earlier on. When Lace felt him lifting his hips off, she reacted unthinkingly. “No!” Her fingers clutched his butt, pulling him back down.

  He laughed, she glared, but even so she didn’t let go of the hard cheeks of his butt, her body already addicted to the heavy, throbbing feel of his cock against her womanhood.

  “Tell me you want more.” His eyes locked with hers as he began a rhythm that had her clinging to him more tightly. Slide. Grind. Press. Over and over, until her head was spinning and she was running out of breath just by feeling.

  Even so, she managed to shake her head. Asshole was getting too cocky. No way in hell would she—-

  The head of his cock slipped inside her.

  A fraction, the smallest penetration.

  But oh God, how it rocked her world.

  Her fingers dug into his shoulders, confusion causing her to turn to him, her eyes unconsciously pleading. What was happening?

  His jaw hardened, muscles in his arms tensing. “You want me to fuck you.” Every word was bitten out between clenched teeth. “That’s what your body’s saying.” He reached down between their bodies. One stroke on her clit and she started seeing stars, her flesh stretching, and another inch of his cock slipping in—-

  A long, desire-crazed moan burst out of her. She wanted more, oh God, she wanted more—-

  “Wyndham.”

  Slowly, she raised her gaze to his.

  “Last chance to say no, little lamb. Will you be mine or not?”

  Oh God, that he would even give her a choice now, even when he was looking like it would kill him to stop. He really was...

  Too. Irritatingly. Perfect.

  “I...hate...you.” Grasping his rock-hard bottom for balance, she lifted her hips and impaled herself on his cock.

  That one thrust had the entire length sinking all the way into her, breaking through the barrier of her virginity. It was painful, beyond what she imagined. Over her, she heard Silver cursing but she paid him no heed. Was it really supposed to be this painful?

  She let her eyes drift open when she felt his knuckles grazing her cheek.

  “You’re a fucking idiot, Wyndham.” But his voice was ragged and tender.

  She managed a smile despite the pain. “Right now...I’m not going to argue.”

  A pained chuckle escaped him, causing his body to shake and his cock to thrust in deeper. Lace gasped, the movement making her feel rawer.

  His face whitened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

  “It’s...okay.” They looked at each other, their breathing once again the only sound in the room. She realized she loved looking at him, could easily spend hours looking at his face and never get bored by it. Was it because he was that handsome or because she...hated him?

  “I promise you, it’s going to hurt just this once,” Silver murmured. His hands were moving as he spoke, caressing her breasts.

  “I...know.” And she did, only right now it was hard to believe because the pain was still present and it didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

  “It’s never been this way for me before, you know.”

  “R-really?” His idle fingers were tweaking her nipples now. It was an effective distraction, and she could feel her body starting to relax as the pain gradually faded.

  A solemn nod. “Really.” He pinched her nipple then, as if for emphasis.

  “Asshole!”

  He pinched her again.

  Her body jerked, and his cock moved deeper.

  “Shit, sorry—-” He started to pull out.

  Her eyes widened.

  “What is it?” His cock thrust back in a fraction.

  A moan escaped her.

  Silver stilled. When she managed to open her eyes, his gaze was smoldering with need. “Wyndham.”

  “M-March.”

  “Can I fuck you now?”

  Her fingers sank into his shoulders. “P-please?”

  She didn’t have to say anything more.

  Silver started to move, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, allowing her body to become gradually used to his movements. Every thrust made it feel like she belonged to him more and more. And the shameful thing was, she still wanted more. She wanted to belong to him so completely she would forget her name but remember his.

  Silver grated out, “Going to fuck you harder now.”

  There was no time to react to his words since he was already doing it. He was pounding into her now, and she found herself snaking her legs around his, allowing him to take full control. Now, it wasn’t just their breathing that filled the room. Now, it was like a sexual symphony, every time the headboard smashed against the wall, every time his balls slapped against her flesh, every time his cock would make a gushing sound as Silver shoved his length in and out of her—-

  And God, his growls. Her moans. Who knew they could make such sounds together?

  Then there were his words.

  Who knew, she thought dazedly as Silver’s cock rammed into her over and over.

  Who the fuck would ever think Silver could talk dirty like this?

  “I love your big tits. I’d like to eat them the whole night.”

  “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Makes me wanna fuck you harder until it’s trembling around me.”

  “I’m going to cum all over your body until you smell like me.”

  But best of all...

  The one that sent her straight into an orgasm—-

  “Look at me,” Silver commanded. “I want to see the face of the girl I love while I fuck her brains out.”

  That.

  His ability to combine dirty talk with the sweetest words on Earth.

  His thumb pressed hard against her clit as he spoke the words, the same time he ground his hips against hers, his cock shoving all the way in—-

  Lace came with a scream.

  She had never figured herself for a screamer, but the way Silver was ramming into her now, the way he was fucking her brains out while telling her over and over how much he loved her—-

  She. Couldn’t. Stop. Screaming.

  First Cut

  Her buzzing alarm clock woke Lace up at exactly six in the morning. She felt swollen and aching all over, but even so, Lace knew she wouldn’t trade last night for the world. Rubbing her eyes, she realized she was all alone in the room. Only her clothes were on the floor, and the absence of anything of Silver’s made her swallow.

  Don’t fall for the same trap again, Lace Wyndham. You are not going to be a melodramatic bitch two days in a row.

  Forcing herself to get up, she took a quick shower and changed into a ribbed tank top and sweatpants. Only when she was ready to leave did she allow herself to check her phone—-

  Nothing.

  No call, no text.

  But, she reminded herself fiercely, that could mean anything and nothing. She had to learn to stop jumping to conclusions.

  Or at least that was what she wanted to do.

  In reality, it was impossible, and her blood turned colder and colder as time passed and she still heard nothing from Silver. She had heard of stories like this, of girls being made to fall in love by rich hot guys, only to be dumped right after sex.

  But it was different between them.

  Different.

  On her way t
o the resort’s gym, several guys suddenly blocked her way, and Lace stiffened when she realized it was them again. It was the entire team now, minus just the team captain. Thank God, she thought dully, for small favors.

  Squaring her shoulders, she faced their gazes head on. “What exactly it is do you want?”

  Ryan smirked. “Why would you think we’d need something from you?”

  “If that’s the case...” She tried sidestepping them, but they blocked her way again, forcing her to a stop. A feeling of foreboding swept over her. Something bad was about to happen, and if she wanted to avoid it, she had to leave now.

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “Cut to the chase, Jackson. What do you want?”

  “Actually,” he drawled, “you’re probably the one who needs something from us.” He slanted a look towards his team. “Right, boys?”

  “Damn right.” They exchanged high-fives with each other, and the way they were smirking at her made Lace’s skin crawl with unease.

  She really had to leave. Now.

  “I don’t have time to play stupid games with you guys,” she said abruptly before turning away. There were other routes to the gym anyway.

  Behind her, Ryan called after her, “You’ve always been an ungrateful bitch.”

  She stiffened.

  “We’re playing nice right now, you know? We’re here to help you save yourself from a shit ton of embarrassment.” He snickered. “Of course, it’s not entirely altruistic. Seeing you crushed would be nice compensation—-”

  Lace knew she should just keep walking, but there was something annoyingly knowing about his tone that she couldn’t ignore. It was as if he had something that he was holding over her head, and he was absolutely certain it would kill her.

  Pride kicked in, and she turned to face them again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  Ryan let out a jeering laugh. “Yeah, we know.” His eyes bored through hers. “We were at the park a while ago, and guess who we saw there?”

  She paled.

  “Your boyfriend with another woman. Way hotter than you, too.”

  Looking at him, she tried to convince herself that he was lying, that he was only making trouble, but she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t. He was gloating, relishing being able to deliver pain, and he could only feel those kinds of things if he was telling her the truth.