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“Yeah, well, you knew that before you decided to fuck me”

“Yeah, well,” I sneered back ain any time in the near future”

“That right?” he asked softly, stepping into the room as he pulled his cut off his shoulders

“Quit,” I snapped, rolling my eyes God, he was such a pain in the ass

My eyes widened as he stepped in farther and gripped the back of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor Oh, God His boots went next, then his socks And then suddenly, he was a foot away in nothing but his jeans

“Strip,” he ordered softly

“Not happening,” I replied with a nervous laugh My eyesdown his torso God, he was big Big and defined and tattooed My mouth watered

“You need some help?”

My eyes shot back to his and I sed hard “No, I don’t need help”

“Then get movin’”

“Maybe I’ mood”

“Your eyes are fuckin’ black and your nipples are hard as a fuckin’ rock Don’t give me that shit”

“I’ my arms over my chest

“Best time for sex, baby Get all that shit out”

“I’d rather punch you in the throat”

“I’d rather you scratched the hell outta my back”

My heart began to race as he took another sh, I pulled my t-shirt over my head

“Good girl”

“I’”

“You’re also not naked yet,” he growled

I huffed, but still unbuttoned hs in one ain, Ca the straps down my arms

“You still pissed?” he asked teasingly, his hands sliding up the front of my torso

“Yes,” I spit back, pushing on his chest sharply with both hands so he stumbled back a bit

His head tilted a little as he studied me, then his nostrils flared as his eyes darkened “That’s how you wanna play?”

His fingers reachedme inhale a desperate breath

“Okay, Sweetbea,” he said gently “Let’s play”

Then his hands were intossed onto the bed

“You e up quickly to find hi his jeans to the floor

“You pissed me off” He moved forward and braced his fists beside my hips, his face inches from mine

“That doesn’t mean you can treat me like crap”