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“Fuck, you’re such a good little girl for me.”

Running my thumb up and down her pussy, I coat it in her cum before pushing it inside her. Sienna moans into the sheets, her back arching and lifting her ass higher. I inch up behind her, massaging her ass with one hand and gliding the tip of my cock through her slit with the other.

“Please…” she whimpers.

I notch the fat head of my dick at her entrance. “Just one more,” I promise, then I grip her hips and plunge deep inside her.

I’ll never grow tired of how amazing her pussy feels.

I stare down at her. Her silky hair fanned out on the bed, muscles taut and flexing as she meets my thrusts. This woman was abso-fucking-lutely made for me. With each moan from her mouth, I’m convinced of it.

I can’t explain what happened tonight, but something inside me broke. Was unleashed is more like it. This deep need and desire to bind myself to her is unreal. So I do it the only way I know how. I’m fucking her, giving myself over to her…

This is raw and primitive and carnal. At this moment, I’m claiming her as mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to protect. Mine to have.

Mine.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” she chants, her breaths choppy each time our bodies come together again.

“Mine, Sienna. This pussy is mine and you’re mine. All fucking mine.” I reach forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her toward me until her back crashes to my chest.

I tug her soft strands, lifting her chin and exposing her neck where my teeth graze the side of her throat. Sucking hard over her raging pulse, I mark her skin to show everyone she belongs to me.

“You’re mine, Sienna,” I groan in her ear. She shudders, loving the sound of my baritone voice. “Now be a good girl and make Daddy come in this tight pussy.”

I push her back down onto the mattress, roughly holding on to her hips for leverage as I drive my dick into her over and over again. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes before she screams my name and I finally spill my cum inside her. Her orgasm seems endless and so does mine as we both tremble from this soul-altering release.

Fuck.

Sienna falls boneless onto the bed and I drop down beside her, breathing heavily. Neither of us moves, nor do we speak for a long while as we catch our breath and drift through a blissful, orgasmic daze.

Tracing imaginary circles on my skin, Sienna breaks our peaceful silence. “What… just happened?”

I snort and turn my head to face her, brushing my fingers against the mark on her neck. “That was me making you my ol’ lady.”

Her eyes comically widen and she props up on her elbows. “Your what? You’re making me what now?”

I can’t tell if she’s happy about this or not.

Deciding I need a better read on her, I roll her over, wedging myself between her legs while being mindful not to crush her with my weight. “You heard me, little girl.” She always blushes when I call her that and I know she likes it. “I know the beginning wasn’t great between us, but you had your reasons. And now you don’t. I promised that first night that I’d take care of you and keep you safe. I meant it. I still mean it.”

She blinks, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

“Only now, I do it because I want to, not because of my responsibilities to my club. I knew you were mine from day one. Took you a while longer to catch on, but you know it’s true.”

She doesn’t look at me, but I know she’s overthinking. “Okay,” she whispers, and I almost don’t hear her.

“What’s that?”

“You’re right. I have been afraid to let people in. My mom died when I was a baby and I lost my dad at a time when I needed him most. The only family I have is Lucien. So I push people away to avoid getting hurt when they leave.”

Well, that’s the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.

“You have me now, and I’m not going anywhere. And you have the club too. Don’t miss out on all the good things in life, Sienna, because you’re afraid to love.”

Her gaze snaps to mine when I mention that four-letter word.

“Okay,” she declares confidently and my heart stutters in my chest.

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