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carefully until they felt like scar tissue—healed.

Falling over her body, I put my hand around her neck, speaking into her ear, “You need to listen to this, Evey. I never stopped loving you. The whole world could touch you, but I’m the only one with my hand around your heart.”

Turning her face to mine, she kissed me in a way that hurt more than eased the ache between us. Her lips were desperate, creating little love bites where she wanted more that I wouldn’t give her.

My hand dropped from her neck, where my mouth migrated, and my teeth bit into her earlobe before I stood upright. “Put me in your mouth.” Pushing the band down on my boxer briefs, I watched myself fall out while she faced me again.

She stared at my length like it was far too much to put it in her mouth. I knew that from the last time she nearly choked trying to push her lips to my base. I was above average apparently, judging by the look in her eyes.

“You’re not in charge anymore, baby girl.” Putting a hand around myself, I lazily let my fist pump my length inches from her lips.

Eve was always in charge.

Always the one making our decisions.

Always protecting what we had while I took it for granted.

Her hands moved to my thighs as I watched her lips move closer and closer until they wrapped around my tip. My head fell back with a sigh of relief, and my hand dropped from my own cock. “Use your teeth, Evey.”

Her mouth around me slowed, hearing my words but too much trepidation kept her quiet. Instead, she simply pushed her teeth down my length and used her tongue on the way up.

Soothing the bites, the same way I did.

Butterflies filled the pit of my stomach, and my abs tightened when I remembered there was no reserve with her.

There was just how long you lasted.

My hand weaved through her hair, giving her long raven locks a tug to keep her in place, while my hips thrusted, fucking her mouth the way I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Pushing her eyes up to mine, I watched the tears melt from her eyelashes as the smallest moan sang from her lungs, humming around me.

Wound by wound I was replacing memories with us the way she wanted as her solution.

Her fingernails dug into the skin on my thighs, making my teeth clamp down on my lip while her tight mouth hugged every inch. Her mouth dropped from my tip and her hand took its place, jerking me slowly as her lips moved down to the sensitive skin of my thighs until I knew she was marking me with more hickies.

Being marked by Eve was like being blessed.

“Stand up,” I demanded, and without fighting me, she did. I liked being in charge, in control. I just didn’t like how easy she was making it.

She was out of breath when her lips finally let go of me and when she stood up, she was already shaking for more. Standing on a stair above me, I let my hands smooth up her curves, thumbs teasing her breasts the way I knew sent chills down her spine.

“Why are you listening to me? You never listen to me.”

Turning away from me, she forced me to watch her walk up the stairs and sit on the hallway table no one ever used. I barely recognized its existence until she put her bare ass on it.

Now it would be one of my favorite pieces of furniture.

Opening her legs, my eyes dropped down to how wet she was with each step I took. “Does that make it easier for you? If I don’t listen, then I deserve the spankings more?”

Pushing between her legs, my hands gripped her thighs, and my mouth found hers in a hungry kiss with clashing teeth and messy tongues while I tasted the inside of her mouth. I decided in that second that her listening was better than her wits.

“There are no rules when you open old wounds.” Dragging my tongue along her lips, I felt her arms lace around my neck, trembling against me, and her legs desperate for me to bruise in different ways. “Hit me, Evey.”

She looked at me like the idea was the saddest thing I had ever said, and it kind of matched how it felt leaving my lips. I wanted to be in control, lose control, and have the pain equalized—however that works.

“No, Bowey, that’s not how we’re filling our wounds.” Her eyes were clear blue, almost too clear, when she pulled away enough to make sure I knew she didn’t give consent.

My fingers dug into her hips, yanking her down the table, my tip already nudging between her legs. She was wet but not enough to make her feel less tight when I pushed myself inch by inch inside her. “You don’t want me to be cruel, Evey, just hit me.”

Kissing her open mouth while she adjusted to me was enough to make me come undone, but I was waiting for her to meet my demands. Until then, she would have to enjoy me not moving.

I felt her hand move to tighten around my throat as she tried to hurt me back, giving in after she realized it meant I would withhold.

“Harder. He took what’s mine, Evey, aren’t you angry?” It was painful to be inside her and not take advantage. “Don’t you want this?”

Her grip tightened even more, and I could feel the way my lungs jumped into a panic. I wanted her to hurt me, replace my pain with something new, something better. “No. I can’t... I can’t,” she whimpered the words, and I pushed against her grasp until my lips found hers. Her hand was still against my

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