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“Always.”

“Do you need me?” He took a step closer, the whirlwind of my pulse keeping me lightheaded.

“Never.” I laughed at my answer, knowing that the need was greater than the want. He was my drug, the only reason I could breathe every day, the reason I wanted to wake up every morning. I did belong to him, every single inch.

As he crept closer, my knees felt weak, my mind reeling from wonderment of what he would do. He rolled his hands over my shoulders, taking his time to brush the rough pads of his fingers down my arms ever so slowly. When he breathed against my neck, issuing a single growl, I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip to keep from crying.

There was no reason to be afraid yet around him, I never knew what to expect.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

When I was with him and only him, I felt perfect, as if the moment was etched in stone. As if he’d broken me out of my prison instead of caging me in one. The dichotomy always brought a smile to my face. I couldn’t have it both ways. Or could I?

“I’m going to do vile and filthy things to you, my sweet. Are you ready?”

I turned my head slightly, whimpering when he dragged his tongue up the length of my neck, sliding into the shell of my ear. He was enticing me far too much, my pussy throbbing as my core heated to an explosive level. “Uh-huh.”

He chuckled, the sound so seductive and demonic that my knees were shaking. As he slipped his hands to my breasts, cupping and squeezing, I threw my head back onto his shoulder. He crushed the weight of his body against mine, slowly shifting his hips back and forth. His cock was throbbing, pushing hard against my naked bottom.

“As you well know, my sweet. With pleasure must come pain.”

“Mmm…” He’d said that to me from the beginning, tonight merely reminding me that I was required to obey his every command.

As if I would dare defy him more than I already had. I held my breath, knowing what to expect. As he brought his hand down multiple times across my bottom, somewhere the torrential downpour exacerbated the anguish, but it also heightened the rapture that just being around him offered.

Several moans slipped past my lips as he teased me further, caressing my aching skin before sliding his hand between my legs.

“You’re wet, my love. Does that mean you’re ready for me? Can you handle my thick cock right here? Right now?”

I adored his deep voice, the way the syllables resonated in my system, heating up my core even more. “Maybe.”

He laughed, his hot breath cascading across my shoulders. When he bit down on my shoulder blade, he shoved a single finger into my tight channel, wiggling it as if testing my preparedness. Another moan escaped my lips and I arched my back, twisting my hands around the railing. Another flash of lightning brought the most dazzling display of color splashing across the sky.

As with all things surrounding the man, I was mesmerized, the longing becoming suffocating. He pumped his finger several times, curling the tip and enticing my G-spot as he so loved to do.

I eased my hands behind me, longing to knead his thick thigh muscles. The moment I touched his heated skin, another jolt of current flowed from one to the other. I was shivering from that alone, the desire building to a dangerous precipice.

“Patience, my perfect dancer. You’ll have everything you want very soon.”

I rubbed the flats of my hands up and down his thighs while he used his knee to widen the opening between my legs. When he added a second and third finger, plunging them deep and hard into my pussy, I couldn’t stop a scream from erupting from my lips.

He was growling in his low-slung voice, reminding me that he was all male and an utter predator. While he swirled his thumb around my clit, I could tell he was getting antsy himself, the longing just as crazed as mine was. I couldn’t help myself, teasing him by wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking him nice and slow as he continued tormenting me.

“Such a bad girl.”

“Yes, I am.” The admittance made me laugh. As the rain began to ease, the rumbles of thunder shifting into the distance, I managed to find his swollen balls, squeezing them before rolling both through my fingers.

I was rewarded with a savage bite on my neck. When he ripped his fingers away, gripping my hip instead, I threw my head back as I’d done before. He was so powerful in everything he did and as he thrust the entire length inside, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

The moment was electric, surreal in every way. As the scent of his masculinity meshed together with the fresh fragrance of rain, he began to pound into me as if he was desperate with need, incapable of stopping his brutal actions.

The honest truth was that I wanted him.

I wanted his savagery.

His domination.

I wanted him to hurt me.

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