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try it, as long as I got to shower afterward…”
    She couldn’t believe she was saying this aloud to a total stranger. But something about the way he looked at her, the way he’d commanded her body earlier, made her want to be honest.
    “Jesus. You’re fearless.” He ran his thumb along her jaw, and she shivered.
    “No. Not completely. I don’t like rats. And those giant water bugs that are like cockroaches that fly freak me out. But I guess when it comes to sex, I’ve always sort of been the type to bring my A game. I mean everyone is always so repressed about stuff, and if they’d just try more things, be willing to put themselves out there, they probably could really have great sex lives, you know?”
    “I do know.”
    “Don’t get me wrong. There might be stuff I don’t like. Stuff I use my safe word about. But I’ve had enough experience with doing scenes at clubs that I know I’m more open than most people. I just…”
    She didn’t want to finish the rest of the sentence. Didn’t want to explain anymore that what she wanted was a person who was willing to try everything with her. One person who thought she was worth it. Thankfully, Theo didn’t ask more questions. Just pressed his palm back on her clit and let her ride his hand until she was panting.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Work your cunt on me. Show me how easy you can come.”
    She squeezed her eyes tight and felt her body jerk in response. “Theo,” she whispered. She tried to reach out to him, but he snagged her hands in his free one and held her. “Please. I want to touch you.”
    “I don’t care. I want you to come first.”
    She thrust against his hand more, but the sensation was too soft. She tried to grind against him, but he kept easing up.
    “Fucking press harder, Theo,” she snapped, her teeth clenching in frustration.
    He stilled his hand. “You want me to go hard? Is that what you need, brat?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?” she answered. She knew she should shut up, just wait it out and let him set the course of her orgasm, but her body was on fire, and she felt like she wanted to crawl the walls.
    Theo moved his hand, and she growled in frustration, but before she could convince him to keep going, he flipped her onto her stomach and drove three fingers into her. He levered her up on her knees like she was a rag doll and plunged and scraped at her until she nearly screamed. It burned at the same time it felt like exactly what she’d been waiting for. His other hand burrowed into the hair at the back of her neck and tugged. Her scalp prickled from the sensation, and she threw her head forward so he would pull harder.
    “That’s right, sweetheart. Fight.” He rammed his fingers in even more as his thumbnail raked across her clit. “More?”
    She bucked back into his fingers and gritted, “Yes.”
    He leaned over, pumping his fingers so hard there was barely pleasure and so much raw pain that tears pricked at her eyes. “Take it. You can.”
    She shoved away from him, but he dragged her back, and she felt freer than she had in a long time. She had been waiting for this. For someone to drag her back and fuck her like she wanted to be fucked.
    “You’re an asshole. Get off me,” she snarled.
    For the briefest second he paused, and her stomach dropped, hope seeping out of her like water from a sponge, but then he leaned over and answered, “That doesn’t sound like a safe word.” Then he bit her neck so hard she screamed, and on the edge of that her orgasm crashed over her until she convulsed on the bed. His fingers pulled out of her, and his arms wrapped around her.
    Tears streamed down her face, and her body shook from the thrill of it. From the pain and the intense pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her and held her until the tremors stopped. Then he tangled his fingers in her hair and whispered, “We’re going to do just fine, sweetheart.”
    She turned to look at him, and he brushed the tears off her cheek.