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There’s nothing I love more than coming down a woman’s throat. Being milked. But I have to teach Ella a lesson. She thinks she wants me. She thinks I’m confused. Fuck, I am.

Time to change that.

I fuck her mouth so hard, hitting the back of her throat, that the vibration of her gags makes it feel even better. When I’m ready to bottom out, I yank my cock out and come all over her face.

Squeezing my dick, I watch the ropes of cum glaze her beautiful cheeks and lips. Her jaw hangs open to catch my release. Molten lava pools in my abdomen, heat scorchingup and down my spine, every cell and every inch of me on fire.

“Is this what you want? You think you want me? This is who I am, Ella. This is the kind of sex I like.”

The last drop hits her chin and my sanity returns, only its razor sharp. I lift her up, my breath ragged against her face.

“I’m not sweet, Ella,” I whisper, licking my own cum off her face. “I’m difficult and moody.”

When her face is clean and she’s thoroughly horrified at my words, I walk her back into the bedroom.

“God, yes,” she hisses because she thinks now I’m going to fuck her and prove how brutal I can be when provoked.

I want that so bad. I want to be balls-deep in this woman again. And now the reasons I can’t are piling up.

That’s when my O’Rourke bloodlust takes control. The minute we can’t have something, we will kill for it.

I’m better than that. I can control this insanity.

Eyes closed, Ella lets me steer her, our feet moving in sync even though she’s walking backward. It’s a smooth dance, but I have to do this.

I reach my bedroom door. “Open your eyes.”

She doesn’t immediately realize what I did. The way she looks at me scrapes my insides. And it’s pure. It’s real. I didn’t pay a dime for what she just did, or the way she gazed longingly at me. How she was ready to throw down with Jillian out of jealousy.

Fuck, that was so hot.

My throat tightening and air hard to find, I crash my mouth down on hers.

Her tongue immediately meets mine in a seductive swirl while I plunder her lush mouth. She whimpers and moans. And this is just a damn kiss.

But it’s more.

It’s the end of the line.

It’s goodbye. To whatever the hell we had.

I stop and look at her swollen lips. Those big, hopeful eyes will be the death of me. I gently swipe away a spot of cum I missed, although I’d love nothing more than to have her walk around all day with my release on her gorgeous face. I soften my spine and rest my lips on her forehead.

“Look what you make me do. This... This is all I know. You don’t want me. I promise you. This is for the best.”

Lachlan is going to kill her father, and she’ll never forgive me. Her bitter hatred will gut me to my very core.

Feeling tears in my eyes, I grip her shoulders and push her out into my hallway.

Then close and lock my bedroom door. For the first time in three weeks.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Ella

What the hell was that?

Shaking, I hold on to the wall as I make my way down the hall. The staircase wobbles in my vision, and I’m afraid I’ll tumble.