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and new and thrilling and scary as hell.
    In the end, I succumb. My muscles unclench, and I even burrow close enough to drop my forehead to his collarbone. Dad's voice screams furiously, but Mark's protectiveness helps to keep it out. I guess he makes me feel—I don’t know, accepted? Regardless, it's impossible to stay away any longer.
    When he hums and breathes me in, his nose in my sleep-tangled hair, I just sigh in content ment and melt. Maybe I can stay like this for only a little while—and be satisfied with that.
    Bullshit .
    Yeah, I know. Fucking hell.
    Whatever—right now, I ignore all the voices that make me come off as a goddamn nutcase. I let myself have this. The only thing that would be more perfect is if Lina were here, too. Then again, if she were, I'd be using her as a shield again.
    I realize I don’t want that.
    In a bold move, I nudge my foot between his and end up with my leg trapped. Arousal spikes. Desire settles like a rock in the pit of my stomach, and Mark makes his own move, hitching his leg farther up my thigh. Under the covers, my cock throbs next to his, and I accidentally—instinctively—buck my hips forward an inch or two. But it's enough for him to notice.
    "Jesus Christ." He groans under his breath, causing me to stiffen. "You're killing me here, pup."
    "I'm sorry," I rasp, about to panic. Overcome with too many feelings, I begin to stutter like a moron. "I j-just—I need, um—"
    "It's okay. " He cuts me off and cups my cheek, once again forcing me to face him, much to my mortification. "I know what you need."
    Without another word, he tilts his face over mine and kisses me. Squarely on the mouth. Soft yet firm lips. Scruff. It scratches against my skin in a way that makes me shiver.

Chapter 4
    While shock sears through me and stuns me into immobility, the parts of me that have longed for this are stronger. It's his touch—I surrender to it. Completely.
    Kissing him back, I let him take control even though I participate as mu ch as he does. A strangled noise erupts from my throat as he slides his hand down and palms my ass, then gives a slow thrust that grinds our cocks together.
    He doesn’t stop, either. It's merely the beginning of one of the most erotic experiences of my life. The kiss deepens, and now that I've caved, I can move on my own; I don’t need his hand urging me.
    T hat means he can use it for…fuck, anything. My cock throbs as unbidden thoughts flash through me. But they trigger me, too. I become a slave—fucking desperate. I cling to him, craving more. Our tongues slide together, lips insistent and locked. Then that skilled hand of his slips between our bodies; he cups the heads of our cocks and gives a sensual tug and twist.
    I groan embarrassingly loud and thrust upward, into his palm. 
    "That’s it," he murmurs huskily. He starts to kiss my jaw, my throat, my neck—at the same time as he wraps his long fingers around us, inches away from reaching all the way, and strokes hard, smoothly, expertly. A ragged whisper, "You like this, baby?"
    "Yeah—fuck. Yesss ." I hiss when he tightens his hold. "Please…"
    I didn’t know it would feel this way.
    I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know.
    "Please what?" He nips at my ne ck. "Give me your words. Tell me what you want."
    Tall order. I want too much. All of it. It's almost overwhelming . I've denied this for so long, and now that it's within reach, I have no idea where to start. The fact that he keeps stroking, rubbing against me, doesn’t make it easier for me to think.
    Think, goddammit; think . During our scenes—yeah, he's touched me. He has rolled on condoms and cock rings, and he has inserted anal plugs and used dildos. He has prepared me . But that's been different. He's been Master, and he's done the same with Lina. Except with her, there've also been more intimate touches—touches because it simply feels good; touches without real purpose. Kisses, hard fucking, and oral sex. None of that