Page 68 of Reluctantly His

“Nothing is going to happen. You are going to stay right where you are. You’re mine now.”

“I’m not yours. That isn’t how that works.” Her eyes went to the ground, but her lips were in a firm line.

“That is exactly how that works, by your own admission. I fucked you last night, claiming you as mine.” I moved to stand directly in front of her and tilted her chin up so she could see how serious I was. “And you liked it. Admit it.”

“I…” Her voice cracked, and I was not having it.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it back, forcing her head up.

Leaning in really close, I whispered in her ear, “Admit it. I brought you back here and made you my little pet, and you fucking loved every minute. You loved the way I ate your little cunt, almost as much as you loved the feeling of my cock buried deep inside of you. I bet you even loved the feeling of my come dripping from your cunt as I held you last night.”

“I…” She still couldn’t make a full sentence.

“You want to go back to your father so he can sell you off to some asshole who hits you and will never be able to make you feel the way I do?”

“Reid, please. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

“No, I don’t think so, princess. The only thing you beg for is my cock. You sure as fuck won’t beg me to watch you marry some prick who doesn’t deserve you. You belong here, with me, in my bed, bouncing on my cock.”

“It’s not that simple,” she whispered.

“It is that simple,” I barked, losing my temper.

After everything I had done for her, risking my career, the only thing I gave a fuck about was her. I put her in my bed, something I had never done with any woman before. I fucking made her breakfast, and I still wasn’t enough for her.

“It isn’t, please understand.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Here is what I understand, princess,” I spat the word, making it an insult again. “If you want to go back into that den of vipers, you will be going with my come leaking from your pussy. This is mine.” I grabbed her bare pussy, finding it already wet for me. “This will only ever be mine. It doesn’t matter who you spread your pretty little legs for. I was here first, and we both know that no one will ever make you feel the way I can.”

“Reid, please,” she said again, but it was different this time.

Her voice was breathy, her pupils were wide, and her pussy was hot and wet on my fingers.

She wanted to be claimed by me.

Her body craved me, her heart wanted me, but her silly little brain refused to catch the fuck up.

I ripped my shirt off her, threw it somewhere behind me, turned her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter.

“Is this what you want, princess? Just a good old-fashioned hard fuck from the stableboy? Far be it from me to deny such a spoiled little brat.”

I slammed into her, not giving a fuck how sore she was or if she was ready for me.

I didn’t really need to worry about the last part. Her cunt was dripping wet and greedily took me in, clenching around me like a hot velvet glove.

The scream she let out was pure animalistic need. She knew she needed this, she needed me to remind her who she belonged to, and if she kept on her bullshit about obeying her father over me, I was going to make her call me ‘daddy.’

I should be the only man she obeyed. I was the only one who really gave a fuck about her needs or her safety.

I could only imagine what would have happened to her if I hadn’t been there last night, and that pissed me off even more, so I took my anger and frustration out on her pussy.

She came apart on my cock, but I didn’t let up, I didn’t stop to give her a moment to recover. Considerations like that were only for good girls, not little brats who tried to deny what was rightfully mine.

“Oh, God,” she panted, as I fucked into her harder, pushing her past her limits.

She screamed out another orgasm, this time her pussy contracting around me and her come splashing out around my cock, coating my hips and running trails down my thighs.

She could squirt.

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