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parched. I swallowed convulsively. “How are you going to do that?”

His eyes traveled over my face. He leaned closer so his lips were against my ear, causing a deep shiver to wrack through my body. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.”

My entire body reacted to his words. Every hair on my body stood up, my nipples hardened, my stomach tightened, and something flushed hot and wet between my legs.

I really wanted to be reminded who I was married to. I couldn’t wait.

“You’re so bossy.”

“You don’t know what bossy is,” he promised.

The rest of the night passed in a blur, with singing, laughter and a lot of drinking, but every time I looked up and my eyes landed on Mica, he was watching me with that dark, unreadable expression. The intensity of his gaze promised things to come and made me shiver. Why did I love how possessive he was? It made my heart thud with anticipation.

When our last guest said goodbye, I headed into the bedroom, desperate to change and climb into bed. I washed up and stripped down to only my skirt and camisole. I opened the bathroom door to see Mica, sitting on the bed’s edge.

His eyes traveled from the top of my head down to my bare feet.

“Get naked.” His voice sounded like a low growl.

“Mica.” My voice sounded shocked, but it also trembled in anticipation.

“Take your clothes off now.”

Finally. This is what I want. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

With shaking hands, I tore off my camisole and shimmied my skirt down over my hips. He sat forward, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of the show. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, letting that hit the floor, and then I hooked my fingers under my thong and slid it down my legs.

I stood before him, naked and unabashed. His eyes feasted on me, and his thick throat moved as he swallowed.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

Why did this man’s over-the-top possessiveness make me weak in the knees? It was so caveman, it was laughable, but my body was already hot and ready to take whatever he wanted to give me.

“What are you suggesting?” My thighs pressed together in eager anticipation of what was to come.

“I want you to come sit on my cock.”

Chapter 22

MICA

I was hammered and horny as fuck. Charlie stood before me, naked and lush, and it took all my willpower to remain sitting on the bed. She didn’t move. She just stood there, staring at me. It drove me mad that fucking Andrew had bought her a necklace. I knew that had nothing to do with her; I knew it wasn’t her fault, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to possess her and remind her she belonged to me. Judging by the way her rib cage rose and fell, she wanted that reminder.

I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, pulling out my rock-hard cock. I gave it a hard squeeze. Pre-cum dripped out of the tip, making it slippery. “You need a reminder about who you are married to.”

Her wide eyes watched my hand.

“Come here, Charlie.” My voice was calm and low, belying the deep ache in my body, hiding the need to drive myself into her depths.

She hesitantly moved to stand before me. Our eyes met. I reached a hand between her thighs, hiding my groan as I felt how slippery wet she was. She wanted this. As much as I did.

“Look at how wet you are,” I taunted. “Someone needs to get fucked.”

Her lips parted as my fingers slid over her clit before pushing into her tight channel. She moaned in response, her hand grabbing my arm to remain balanced.

“Climb onto my lap,” I demanded. I grabbed her wrist and held her as she climbed onto the bed and kneeled on either side of my legs, straddling me. My aching cock strained on my stomach.

This was not how I envisioned our first time, but I didn’t care. If I didn’t get my cock into her in the next five seconds, I might lose my mind. My hands moved to her ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. She was breathing hard, her fingers clutching at my shoulders.

“Do you think Andrew wants to fuck you?” I asked.

Her body stiffened. “No.”

“I think he does. I think he wants to have you for his own.”

She wordlessly shook her head, but her lips were parted slightly and