no control [h.s.]

no control [h.s.]

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"I'm not afraid," I lie, looking away from his eyes. "You are, I can tell. I'm not going to do anything you aren't willing to do. You can trust me." "I can learn," I breathe, my heart thumping even harder as his body comes closer to mine. "Good, baby, cause I want you so bad," he growls, crashing his lips on to mine.
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"Tell me, Harry," I said, voice low, hungry. "Tell me you want this. Beg for it." For a second, he looked like he might. Like he'd fall to pieces and let me own him for a moment, let me keep the power. But no. Something shifted. His eyes went dark-stormy, unreadable, dangerous-and I knew in that second I'd lit a fuse I couldn't unlight. I'd thought I was in control, thought I could tease him into submission. But instead, I'd woken the wolf.

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