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I smirk. “What do we do in your dreams? How do you take me?”

“In my dreams, youtakeme.”

CHAPTER 21

Ivy

Max grabsmy hand and brings it to his neck until my fingers are around his veins.

“Use me.”

My nails dig into his skin. I tighten my grip, and he whimpers, his length throbbing beneath me.

“Yes. Please. More. Give me more.”

I grip his hand and force my own panties aside with his fingers until he gets the message, and when he’s finally flicking my clit, I nearly die and go to heaven right there and then. God, he really knows how to pleasure me, how to make me want more without ever saying even a single word. He’s just that eager to please.

I cut off his oxygen supply slow and steadily, just like Silas and Heath did to me, while his eyes are solely fixated on me. He continues to rub me vigorously as if spurred on by my need to punish him for what his friends did.

I’m using him like they used me, and he’s begging me to do it.

This… this is what power feels like.

Exhilarating.

Max

I have never wanteda woman more than I want her.

I know it’s insane since I barely know her … but I know that Iwanther. Badly. Wildly. In any way shape or form, she’d be enough for me, as long as I could have her.

Even if it means sacrificing my own goddamn breath.

I can feel her rage pour out from her fingertips straight into the veins in my neck as she squeezes tightly. But I don’t care. I can’t breathe, can’t even think about anything other than pleasing her. It’s the only thing that matters to me right now.

She didn’t tell me to leave, and I physically can’t will myself to get up and walk away. Not from her.

Even though I should because I’m not what she thinks I am. If she only knew what I agreed to, she’d never forgive me. Maybe that’s why I want her to make me suffer.

“Make it hurt,” I croak.

Her fingers loosen from around my neck, and she slaps me. Hard.

“Focus. Use your fingers.”

This. This is what I need. For someone to tell me what to do, to use me, to wield me like some goddamn body made for her pleasure alone.

I needher.

I need her because she won’t take it for granted.

She won’t hurt that one part of me I’ve kept locked away deep inside.

My fingers roll around her pussy, her wetness covering all of my fingers, and I am desperate for her approval as I look into those dark-brown eyes while she slowly begins to fall apart. Her enjoyment is visible on her face, and I marvel at just how much more beautiful she is when she’s close to nirvana. How amazing it is that she would give this privilege to me.

Good God.

I think I’m falling for this woman.