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I grab her jaw immediately, forcing her head back against the cushions while her breath catches sharply beneath me.

“Careful,” I murmur against her mouth. “You keep talking about him while you’re under me and this is gonna stop being nice.”

Instead of backing down, Blair’s thighs tighten around my hips.

Completely fucking fearless.

“You say that like it’s supposed to scare me.”

The jealousy between me and Dagger has always sat there ugly and festering beneath the surface, but now Blair’s using it intentionally. Feeding it. Watching it build.

And the worst part?

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

“You wanna compare us that badly?” I mutter against her throat, dragging my mouth slowly along her pulse point. “Fine.”

Blair shivers beneath me.

Still smug though and pushing.

“Someones confident this morning,”

“I don’t need confidence.” My grip tightens slightly against her jaw. “You might’ve forgotten, But I didn’t. I know exactly how you sound when you fall apart for me.”

That finally wipes some of the teasing from her expression.

Good.

I kiss her harder after that.

Possessive.

Angry in that dangerous emotionally loaded way that has nothing to do with hate and everything to do with wanting too much.

Blair gasps softly into my mouth when I pin her hips harder into the couch cushions, completely taking control of the movement between us now.

No more teasing or pretending this is casual.

The apartment feels too small around us while rain and distant bass blur together outside.

“You think I forgot you?” I mutter against her lips. “Forgot what you taste like? Sound like?”

Her breathing turns uneven instantly.

I drag my hand slowly higher against her thigh beneath the shirt, watching every reaction carefully while her fingers tighten in my hair.

“Jesus Christ,” Blair breathes, equal parts shocked and turned on beneath me.

“What’s the matter, little addict?” I murmur darkly against her mouth. “Thought you wanted your memory refreshed.”

I drag my mouth down her throat slowly after that, teeth scraping lightly along her collarbone just hard enough to pull a sharp gasp from her lips.

Not pain. Just promise.

Her fingers thread tighter into my hair instantly, tugging while I kiss lower, slower, deliberately taking my time working my way across warm skin beneath the collar of my shirt hanging off her body.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” she breathes unevenly.