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Sam is usually the one who bathes her, provides her with her comfort candy floss bucket, and stays by her side until she finally tires out.
In fact, my presence seems to upset her and trigger these episodes, which is why I limit my time in her presence and don’t touch her unless absolutely necessary.
But then she’s been fine for weeks, despite that miscalculation when I couldn’t resist finger-fucking her. She’s been talking, walking, reading, practicing cello, and annoying the hell out of me with every word out of her mouth.
So I made the mistake of thinking this was a fresh start. Which is why I made the further fucking error of continuing to touch her, dating her, and presenting her with a chance to pick up her passion again.
Ava’s teeth sink into my lower lip and a metallic taste explodes on my tongue as she whispers against my mouth, “Do you want to know a secret?”
“What secret?”
“I’m going to hurt you.” She speaks even lower before she goes down from her toes, eyes lost, posture hunched, and lacking the elegance of her usual self.
“Why are you going to hurt me?” I ask.
“Shh.” She places a finger on my lips. “It’s a secret. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”
I nod and she drops her hand, looking as stiff as a board as she trembles in her soaked dress.
“Do you still think I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I’ll ruin you?”
“Possibly.”
“Liar.” She laughs, then wraps her arms around me. “Hey, Mr. King?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.”
“Not now.”
“When, then? I want to get laid.”
She rubs her stomach against my cock and I hate how my dick jerks to attention at her merest touch.
“You know you want me.” She peppers kisses on my jaw, my throat, my lips and even licks the blood she drew, then whispers in my ear, “You can tie me up and do whatever you please.”
It takes an obscene amount of control not to succumb to her provocations and take her on the grass like a caveman. But that would be no different than taking advantage of her, when it’s obvious that sober Ava isn’t at all open to that option.
My bruised lip throbs beneath her pillow-soft mouth, her gentle kisses, her innocent humping of my thickening cock that’s about to burst.
I wrap a tense hand around her shoulder and shove her away. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”
“I do. I’m not a kid anymore.”
With a curse, I grab her by the wrist and drag her behind me to the house, not caring about the water trail we leave behind.
Logically, I should call Sam, then disappear and hope she’ll wake up better tomorrow without my triggering presence.
However, logic seems to have fled me tonight, because I take her to her bathroom and stop to watch her as she stands in the middle of the white and pink-themed space with a huge Jacuzzi tub and golden taps.
I throw a towel on her head and rub it a few times. “Stay here.”
I walk back to her bedroom and grab the first thing I put my hands on—a white silk nightgown. When I return, I find her in the same position, staring at the floor with the towel still on her head.
