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Destroyed Destiny (Crowne Point 4)

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I leaned up and over her, pressing her into the mattress. She was so big now—and it was fucking hot.

“I’ll bring

it to you,” I growled against her lips.

“What if I want to see the stars?” she asked. My lips hovered over hers, because I wanted to feel her smile against my mouth.

“I’ll bring them to you,” I rasped.

“You’ll bring me the stars?” She laughed. Fuck. I’d missed that sound.

I smiled against her mouth. “Yeah, Snitch. I’ll bring you the stars. The moon. The ocean. You name it.”

“French fries from France?” she breathed.

“From wherever the fuck you want them.” I teased my mouth across hers, barely kissing. “Maybe even where they were actually invented.”

I could feel her heating up beneath me, and my willpower was a ragged shred. I pulled back, and she tangled her hands in my hair, knotted.

“Stop pulling away. Fuck me.”

I groaned. “When you rip out thorns, it’s supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to be bloody. I need to protect you.”

“So do it. Protect me.”

I nearly caved, nearly gave into that sweet, desperate look.

But I fucking couldn’t. What she needed, I couldn’t give her. Not now, not while she was pregnant.

So I pulled away, ripping a sucker from the nightstand and slamming it between my lips.

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Grayson’s cock had been hard for the past hour, but he just stroked me. Sliding up and down my spine, over the curve of my ass.

I couldn’t think.

He’d gone through at least five suckers and I was so wet my thighs stuck together.

Every time you eat a sucker, any time you watch me eat one, know I’m thinking of fucking you. Of eating your cunt. But I won’t.

“What do I have to do to get you to fuck me?” I demanded.

He froze, hooded eyes slowly finding mine beneath an arched brow. Some thought clouded his eyes, but then he reached like he was going to grab another fucking sucker. I grabbed his hand before he could, slamming it between my thighs.

He must have felt how wet I was.

How much I wanted him—needed him.

Then I heard the lollipop shatter between his teeth.

“Please. Please. Please.” I climbed on top of him, beyond shame, gripping the headboard. “Fuck me.”

A pained, ragged groan slipped from his lips. “I can feel you through my fucking jeans.” He closed his eyes, arching his cock into me.

I ground against his cock. “You told me once if I ruined your jeans you’d be pissed.”

His eyes opened, dark, half-lidded. “Ruin them. Fucking destroy them.” He snaked his hand around the back of my neck, yanking me down to his lips for a furious kiss.



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