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then she’d already seen how badly he could hurt her. Her voice when she spoke was only a breathless whisper but the words stemmed from the bottom of her soul. “You bastard.”
    “Come again?”
    She cried in outrage when he suddenly tore her shirt open, growling low and deep in his throat when he caught sight of her flesh. “Yes, I’m one sick bastard…but wait…there’s more,” he said cruelly while he roughly removed her shirt and bra, throwing both behind him.
    “David…stop.”
    He fully ignored her, his attention solely focused on her newly bared breasts, his eyes turning dark and livid with desire. “All that time, all I wanted was to get my butt back home and do that very same thing with your tits. Rub my cock between them, squeeze and push them hard…just like a bitch like you should like it.” She yelped from the shock when he bent down and circled a nipple with his tongue, soaking it wet. Then his mouth latched onto it and sucked hard, as if he could drink from her. Evie swayed, suddenly discovering she had no more strength to stay upright.
    He caught her, his arms firm around her waist while he sucked her nipple and sent hot, tingling vibrations down to her sex. “Don’t,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t touch me…” He growled his denial and took her other nipple, first nibbling the hard little point with his lips and then drawing it into his mouth completely, making low suckling noises when he did so. Weakened by the spasms of heat quivering in her body, Evie clutched his hair, trying halfheartedly to pull him away from her breasts. It was no use, for now he’d gone lower, his tongue slicking a wet path to her navel while his hands easily worked on the buttons of her pants.
    “Don’t,” she breathed again. Lifting his face to hers with startling speed, he locked his lips to hers, silencing her protests.
    Evie knew she shouldn’t give in, knew there was a reason she should hate him, but she felt so needy and so feverish for his touch that she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back, unthinkingly allowing mad, free rein to her desires. Dear God. No one kissed her like he did. No one tasted like him. No one felt so strong, so right for her. Her body melded to his, her soft womanly spots easing magically against his hard ones. The head of his cock, so strong, so hard, brushed against her bare stomach, and she felt dampness on its tip as it rubbed against her skin.
    He had no mercy. His tongue pillaged her mouth, thrusting inside hers with fast, furious strokes, letting her know in a very efficient way that he intended to claim her.
    Conquer her. Command her. His moves as he scraped his cock against her belly weren’t gentle. They were rough and fast and they drove her mad, making her burn with the desire to open her legs and welcome him deep into her being.
    This was not the usual tender and teasing David she knew. This was an animal, a beast of a man who was hurting and desperate and crazed. And she was equally hurt, equally desperate and crazed. For him. David. The man she’d wished to marry. Owner of her heart, her body, her soul.
    He dropped her pants and thong to her ankles and pulled away from her, breathing harshly. “On the couch,” he said darkly, pushing her around the sofa and brusquely shoving her until she sat. She bounced on the seat, slouching with her ass barely on the edge. Suddenly damning herself for not thinking coherently, because she shouldn’t succumb so easily. She shouldn’t still want him, love him, need him—not after what he’d done.
    She shivered when he straddled her, bracketing her hips with his knees. Her eyes settled on his cock, throbbing and hard and long, slowly inching its way toward her breasts. His eyes were lethal, not showing an ounce of concern but instead glowing with a steely hardness.
    “This,” he said fiercely, pressing her breasts together while he thrust his cock between them. “This is what I wanted