She already knows all of his secrets, and thatβs what terrifies him the most.
βWhat can you say about the book youβve been waiting for to come out but WOWZERS! This is the last Young sister weβve seen her in past books but wow is Oona amazing. She and Aiden meet unexpectedly and have a fun sexy night together. However the next day everything goes down hill and keeps on rolling. Will they figure it out?β ~Mrs Taz (Amazon Review)
βMy favourite scene in the story is when all of the sisters are able to get together and really work through just how hurtful their upbringing was. But then they realized that finding strength in the struggle to become the women they turned out to be: top of their game in their chosen professions, loved by friends and family, desired by the men who stood up for their love really made their chosen family theirs.β ~AngelaC (Amazon Review)
βI can smell you,β he growled, trailing his fingers delicately up her inner thigh, gathering some of her arousal that coated her inner lips, and pressing the pad of his thumb against her clit. βSmell how bad you want me. How bad you want my cock in your tight little cunt.β
Normally, a man smelling her arousal would be something that would embarrass her. Yet, with Aiden, she was turned on by it. She didnβt care. Didnβt give a damn that he knew how hot she was for him. How much she wanted him. He clearly wanted her, too, otherwise, he wouldnβt have attacked her with his mouth and undressed her.
Her body was open and ready for him. Ready to welcome the enemy.
They could keep things drama free for Rayma and Jordanβs sake, but right now, they had things they needed to clear up. Closure sex.
Yeah, thatβs what this was.
Angry, hateful, closure sex.
That was a thing, right?
Like a bookend to a bad story. They had sex as strangers. Albeit strangers who seemed to like each other and get along. Then things turned ugly. And now, they were at the end of the book, and although it wasnβt a happy ending, they were attempting to wrap things up with a hate fuck of closure.
That made very little sense to her, but whatever. That was what it was.
Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him, pulling a bear-like growl from deep within his chest. βWhy?β he breathed, dropping his mouth next to her ear.
She had no answers. She couldnβt push a word from her tight throat if she tried.
βI hate you,β he said, his mouth next to her temple.
Yeah, and she wasnβt overly fond of him, either.
βBut I β¦ I canβt resist. No fucking self-control.β
Whoa! Her pussy spasmed and she nearly came from that tortured confession.
With her free hand, she shoved her fingers into his hair and wrenched his head back, only to take his mouth with force, wedging her tongue between his lips. He bit her lip and growled again, taking control of their kiss, and forcing her to tilt her head the other way.
She ripped her mouth away, pulling in air like sheβd just resurfaced from a record-breaking free dive. She needed to keep hold of at least some of her wits. To keep her desire for this man, whom she definitely shouldnβt want, from completely drowning her. To remind him that he hated her, and this was a terrible idea.
But still, no words formed on her tongue. The ability to put vowels and consonants together to form words eluded her.
And it wasnβt just because she didnβt want to be the one to break, it was because even though she knew this was a terrible idea, a colossally disastrous idea, she couldnβt stop.
She didnβt want to.
Then, he pushed one finger, and another into her channel and pumped. Their cheeks were glued together, sweat forming between their pressed-together skin, as they both panted, his cock throbbing hotly in her palm while she stroked him. He curled his fingers inside of her and she ground down onto his palm, biting her lip and tipping her head back. But he wasnβt having any of that, apparently, and pulled his fingers free of her almost fast enough to give her pussy whiplash.
Then she was off the counter and bent over the arm of the couch, ass in the air. She didnβt remember leaving her purse in the living room last night, but there it was, right on the floor beside his big, bare feet. He bent down and rifled through it until he found a condom. The sound of the wrapper being ripped open was deafening, and the anticipation of what was to come, agonizing and glorious.
Her legs shook and her pussy pulsed, causing another trickle of arousal to run down her inner thigh.
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