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I jerked out of her touch.

“There are rules for a reason,” I seethed. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Chapter 27

“What I’ve done?” I asked incredulously. “I’ve done nothing that both of us didn’t want.”

Ten seconds ago, he’d been so pale I half worried he was about to pass out. Now, any redder and his head might go up in flames.

His eyes swirled with darkness, and madness rolled within them. Every step he took toward me was a looming threat, and each one snared me further into his game, whatever it was. I backed into the wall of lockers, my face tipped up in a challenge. His monstrous side didn’t scare me. In fact, he drew me in.

He gripped my scalp, hair locked between his fingers, and when I resisted, he tugged my head back.

I hissed under the sting that sent my pulse racing. I didn’t want cautious Cillian who overthought everything and always needed to be in control. I wanted the one who lost himself in desire.

“I’m trying to save you,” he snapped. The corded veins of his arm flexed. “Don’t you get that?”

“I don’t need you for that. I can take care of myself.”

“You believe that, don’t you?” he snarled, teeth bared, nostrils flared. “You have no idea what’s out there.”

“I know more than enough.” I wrapped my hand into his shirt. “And you know what else? I know I can get myself off better than you ever will.”

He lugged me closer by my hair, his body crowding mine. “Those are fighting words, sweetheart.”

I relished in the crackle of tension between us.

“If you don’t have what it takes to prove otherwise…”

A devilish smirk crept over his face, and a flutter of uneasiness bashed against my confidence, freezing me in place. His fingers coasted over the edges of my skirt, bunched under my butt.

“Tell me. Who did you wear this for?”

I swallowed the whimper that touch sparked. “Me.”

He sniggered and dragged his thumb over the seam of my exposed panties. Current zapped up my core.

“Try again.”

He eased his thumb past my soaking lips. My pussy sucked him in greedily. Slowly, he rocked it back and forth. Lewd, wet noises echoed between us. My breath skipped and shuddered out.

“Just me,” I insisted stubbornly.

“Keep testing me.”

His thumb released me and slipped up the cleft of my ass, dragging wetness to my back entrance. My lips trembled with a gasp as he circled the tender flesh and pushed the lone digit against the rim. No one had ever done this to me before. It was dirty and filthy, two things I always avoided, yet I didn’t even try to resist him.

“Who, síbhean?”

The tip of his thumb dipped past the tight ring of muscle, and my body arched to escape the pressing fullness, pain warring with pleasure, only to be blocked by his hard chest and insistent erection. A whimper punched through my lungs. I bit down hard on the inside of my lower lip to bury it, embarrassed for liking this as much as I did.

His warm breath fanned my ear. “Come on. Say it.”

That damn finger worked me open. Leisurely. Teasingly. Owning a part of me no one had before.

“You,” I breathed out, lost to a fog of lust. The back of my head smacked the locker, and my eyes closed. “I wore it for you.”

“That’s my woman,” he purred.