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hand behind her thigh, he lifted her leg over his shoulder. She almost lost her balance, and braced one hand against the wall, the other on his shoulder to keep from falling.
    “I won't let you fall,” he murmured just before licking his tongue along her slit.
    She moaned, her hips jerking away from the wall and toward his face. His mouth was warm and firm as he nibbled at one side of her labia, then the other.
    “So sweet,” he whispered.
    With the pad of his thumb, he pulled at one side of her labia, exposing her clit to his hungry mouth. Mikayla bucked wildly as he closed his lips over the sensitive bud and softly sucked. Three fingers again thrust into her pussy, filling her deep, and she exploded in a blinding burst of light. Every part of her convulsed and spasmed as she rode out the waves of her third orgasm, his fingers thrusting deep and hard.
    Sidious moaned his approval, increasing the pressure to her clit before pulling away and sliding the flat of his tongue along her pussy, licking at her cream.
    He pulled away, and her leg weakened, making her slide along the wall to the floor. She landed softly in a heap at his feet, still panting and tingling, too weak to muster up even the smallest amount of anger or embarrassment.
    He ' d won. She couldn't deny that.
    Her gaze wandered up Sidious's legs as he stood. He kept his gaze…his dark, burning gaze on her as he pushed his pants down, exposing hard, muscular thighs and a cock that made her breath catch. Again, she wondered if she could do this. But even as doubts plagued her mind, desire cursed through her body.
    Squatting, he picked her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight as he stood easily and carried her toward another room. Would he fuck her now? Or would he find some other way to make her scream out her release, proving again just how much control he had over her body?
    But she couldn ' t let him control her heart. He was still her enemy, and nothing would ever change that. He might make her scream, but she still hated him and everything he stood for -- everything he was doing to her home, her friends.
    Tears gathered behind her eyes and spilled out to slide down her cheeks. She tried to fight them but only made them worse. He laid her on the bed, and she turned her face, not wanting him to see them.
    He leaned over her and cupped her cheek, turning her so she faced him. She closed her eyes tight, refusing to look into his face, to let him see just how much this hurt her. She felt as though she were betraying everything and everyone she knew.

    “Mikayla,” he said, then sighed.
    “I hate you,” she said with a tiny sob.
    “I know,” he replied, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away her tears. “But that doesn't change the fact that I want you…or that you want me.” She shook her head, swallowing down a lump in her throat the size of a baseball.
    “Just get it over with,” she snapped.
    He laughed, leaning down to kiss her brow. “Absolutely not.” He lay over her, his body covering hers from head to toe. “I plan on taking my time and making sure you enjoy every” -- his lips swiped across hers -- “single” -- his thighs spread hers, and the head of his cock pressed just inside her entrance -- “second.” He thrust forward, burying only a portion of his cock inside her, and she gasped, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist. Her pussy burned, stretched tight as he pushed in farther.
    She held her breath, struggling to accommodate his thick girth as he forced his way deeper before pulling back out. “No,” she panted, tightening her legs around him to hold him inside her.
    “I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered in her ear. “You feel too good to leave.” He pressed forward again ever so slowly. She could feel every inch of his thick heat throbbing inside her channel as he pressed deeper, filling her even more. She panted at the fullness, the burning pressure as he pulled back, then thrust