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My arms automatically enfold around her, hoisting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her back into her apartment, kicking the door shut behind me with a loud rattle.

The bystanders in the hall cheer and whistle for her, thrilled with the spectacle they witnessed. But all the noise fades away as I lay Vanessa out on her bed, her mouth on me and my body covering hers.

CHAPTER TEN

VANESSA

Aterritorial man has always been a red flag in my book, but seeing Cupid manhandle Boden for disrespecting and hurting me has turned me positively feral. My hands are roaming all over the hard edges of this sexy man, unable to get enough of him.

“Just so you know, I’m not a rebound or a revenge fuck, Vanessa,” Cupid says against my lips, his hands full of my ass. “This is real and permanent.”

A little warning bell is going off in the back of my head with the verbiage he was throwing around, but I ignore it. The only thing on my mind is having this man inside of me and regaining a piece of myself back from my ex.

Is it a big middle finger to Boden?

Absolutely.

But is revenge the reason I want to fuck Cupid?

Not at all. I wanted him before Boden showed up uninvited. I’ve been fantasizing about this biker since we crossed paths at Buck’s garage.

Cupid dropped a lot of possessive talk in the hallway, but I assume it was said as more of a deterrent in hopes Boden would stop pursuing me.

We haven’t known each other over twelve hours. It’s not like Cupid meant any of it, right?

Ugh. To hell with my subconscious’s thoughts for one night.

For once, I’m following my body’s needs and I’m going to screw this man’s brains out.

While my mouth moves in sync with Cupid’s, I shove his jeans and boxer briefs over his thick, muscled ass. He kicks them off the rest of the way, his lips never leaving mine. His dick is rock hard between us, pressing against my body and making my pussy weep with anticipation.

I may not have eyes on his junk, but I can feel it’s monstrous in girth and length. The man is seriously packing some heavy machinery, and I can’t wait to be stretched around him in all the best ways possible.

Cupid hikes my knees up, opening myself wide to him.

No, I don’t want it this way. I want to take control.

Using all my force, I buck him, rolling him onto his back and straddling his lap.

Shocked, Cupid blinks at me before grinning wickedly. “Well, hot damn! If you wanna ride my cock the first time, have at it, beautiful.”

There he goes with the suspicious language again. He says first time as if he expects many more to follow. Does he expect this to be more than a random hookup, or is he referring to us having sex more than once tonight?

Ignoring the warning signals again, I slide against his length, coating him in my wetness. With how ribbed he feels, him rubbing against me is enough to make me come.

Is he pierced? Is that what I feel between my legs with each pass between my folds?

Unable to help myself, I cock my hips forward and my head falls back on a moan.

Cupid grabs my hips, helping me slide against his long length. “You like my Jacob’s ladder, Psyche? It’s all for you now, only you get to enjoy it.”

Only me? Why does he talk like I’m the only one he’ll be fucking from here on out?

Frustrated and horny, I position him at my opening and slowly ease myself onto him. As much as I want to be filled instantly, he’s much too large for me to go buck wild right out the gate.

We groan in unison as he fills me, stretching me to accommodate him, and not stopping until I’m seated. He feels amazing, everything I could want and more in a sexual partner.

His dark eyes flutter. “Fuck, Butterfly. You’re undoing me.”