Page 59 of Ferocious Nightmare

She trusted that she could handle him, so I had to trust her, too.

It was the biggest leap of faith I'd ever taken in my life, and I was going to hate every damn second of it.

I wrapped my fingers around her neck, needing control. I may not be able to stop her from doing what she wanted, but I could at least control this moment. I slammed into her, over and over, my hand on her throat and held her down tight.

Tits bouncing, fingers fisting the desk, her mouth open as she screamed my name.” You fucking belong to me, you hear?,” I slammed into her again and again. “To me.” I came, shooting ropes of cum up into her. Branding her with my mark.

I heaved as I stared down at her, my breaths panting, my chest expanding, filled with pride. Red hair splayed across the desk, dress ragged and torn, eyes hot with need: she looked thoroughly fucked.

After a moment, I traced my fingers down her chest and over the material of her dress to where we were connected. Her inner thighs were slick with her juices and my cum, mixed together. Pulling out, I cupped her hot cunt.

“This belongs to me. I earned it. Is that understood?”

She stared into my eyes and nodded. “Yes.”

I slid my fingers through her wetness, spreading it through her pussy and over her clit.

“Coulter,” she breathed, shifting upwards, encouraging me.

As I played with her, I leaned down to kiss her. "I'm going to tell you everything I know about him. And you are going to play him like a fucking fiddle. You understand me?”

She nodded, her eyes hooded as I increased the pressure on her clit. "Say it out loud, Aster."

"Yes, sir. I understand." She dug her heels into my back, the four-inch edges of her Christian Louboutin’s dug into my shirt, urging me on.

"I'm going to give you two weeks. Two weeks to get what we need. Then I'm taking you back."

“Yes," she moaned, lifting her hips to pump them against my fingers.

"How long do you have?"

"Two weeks."

I slid two fingers up inside her, tapping onto her g-spot like I knew she liked, while rubbing her clit at the same time.

“Dios,” she moaned, arching her back, her nipples taught and ready to be bit. I increased the pressure and then, just as I knew she was about to come, bit down on a nipple.

“Coulter!” She screamed my name as she convulsed under me.

“Two fucking weeks, and you’re mine. Then you're going to fuck me, whenever and wherever I want. You're going to have my babies, and we're going to rule Las Vegas together. You understand me, Aster? I’m never letting you go.”

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