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Only I skidded to a stop. All while my heart kept flying. Catapulting straight from my chest.

Elena was on the bed. Still wearing the oversized tee that fit her more like a loose dress than anything else. The neck scooped out and revealing a bare shoulder.

Sexy, but that went without saying when it came to her.

It wouldn’t really be that big a deal except she was propped against the headboard, and her feet were planted on the bed with her knees bent.

And she was shoving a vibrator deep into her cunt as she writhed on the bed.

Her underwear was a little black pile of lace at her side.

“What do you think you’re doing, Elena?” It rasped out on an avalanche of shock. A crumbling of ground and reason brought on by the thunderclap of lust that shook me to the core.

“Showing you what you’re missing.” Each word gusted from her mouth.

Rode out on panted, needy breaths as she filled herself full.

She was playing unfair. The deck of cards stacked in her favor. Her game dirty and unreasonable.

It was very unfortunate that I loved dirty.

She might as well have tossed my reservations into a blender. The way my guts got chopped up and whipped into a frenzy of greed.

My blood ricocheted through my veins. Ping-ponging through my senses that I attempted to keep tapped.

To remind myself why I couldn’t touch her.

Not ever again.

But I was already moving. Climbing up onto the end of the bed and crawling over her like a fiend.

She shimmied down at the same second, like she was guided by my body.

Still thrusting that dildo into her heat while she stared up at me with wild, frantic eyes.

But it was me who’d gone frantic.

Me who was completely crazed as I planted one palm to the side of her head to keep myself supported, and the other moved to join hers in stuffing her pussy full of the vibrator.

She did it deep and fast and hard, her breaths keeping time, her pulse racing faster.

I was probably the only person on the planet except for maybe Brinley who knew she wasn’t a virgin, but still, the thought of anything else filling her up other than my dick brought on another rush of delirium.

Madness took me over.

“Is this what you do when you’re thinking about me, Elena? Imagine it’s me filling you full of my cock?”

Her hair swished across her pillow as she frantically nodded. “Almost every night. I told you the way I’ve wanted you. The way I’ve been dreaming of you.”

I was rocking in time with the movement, some of my weight on my knees, though I kept inching closer.

My bare, heated chest brushing against the fabric of her tee.

Her tits were hard beneath it, and it only stoked the flames higher.

I curled my hand tight around the vibrator, thrusting it while she bowed in a desperate petition.

“Trevan, I want to feel you.”