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He pulled out, teasing me as he squeezed my wrists, even dragging his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. With more conviction and need in his eyes than I’d seen before, the building shadows unable to hide the feelings and desires we shared, he fucked me.

But it wasn’t just hard fucking for the sake of sex. It was passionate and full of additional need.

And as crazy as it seemed, it was also full of promise for the future.

As he slid me up the wall, forced to let go of my arms, I couldn’t stop the animalistic moan from escaping my lips. I fisted his hair, wrapping my legs around his waist as the brutal plunging continued. We were both panting like true savages, the need building to a crazy precipice.

I tossed my head from side to side, barely able to think coherently. This man had allowed happiness to sink in. It was wild and unthinkable but electrified in every way.

“So bad,” I whispered.

“So damn good.” He laughed and I shivered at the sound. He refused to let me go, his stamina even more controlled than it had been before. I had no idea how long he’d continued the brutal actions but within seconds, I was thrown close to pure nirvana.

That’s the moment he slowed down, gyrating his hips back and forth.

“You will obey me,” he said, his voice now gravelly.

“You’ll need to think again.”

“Then I will punish you.”

While his tone held a playful tone, I knew he wasn’t teasing. As another wave of electricity shot through me, now red-hot and pushing me into an entirely different stratosphere, I lolled my head to the side. But I scratched my nails down his back, making a new set of marks as if that would replace the agony from the others.

Maybe we could learn to heal together.

As one.

“Oh. My… I, yes.” I couldn’t seem to stop laughing or undulating against him as the climax rushed into me. The way my pussy clenched and released was incredible, the letting go I was able to do pushing me into a scintillating wave of ecstasy. In surrendering to the pleasure, I was also surrendering to the man. That much I knew in my heart and soul.

And it was more than fine by me.

It was joyous, something to celebrate.

“Come again for me, baby. Do it, now.” His commanding voice was as powerful an aphrodisiac as the scent of lake water and exotic spices was intoxicating. Who knew the combination could be so powerful? I obeyed his command, another beautiful orgasm sweeping through me.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” I could only make guttural sounds as he cupped my breasts, switching the angle. It was when he pinched my nipples, twisting my tender flesh that I let off a powerful scream.

And through the haze in my eyes, I could see the hint of a smile on his face.

As I started to come down from the intense moment of rapture, he eased me to the floor, slamming one palm against the wall then the other for effect.

“You are a bad girl,” he said in a more authoritative voice.

I somehow managed to press my hand against his chest, taking gasping breath. “Yep.”

“You ran away, which was against my orders, which almost cost you your life. You did so because you overheard something you shouldn’t have heard and instead of asking me what was going on, you assumed. Tsk. Tsk. Not good all the way around.”

“Hmm…” I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Now he took the time to whisk me around, tossing me onto the bed. “Do not move or I assure you that your punishment will be much harsher.”

I teased him instead of attempting to jump off, wiggling my bottom. I hadn’t expected him to grab a belt from the dresser or to whistle while he did as if this was all fun and games. Even after all we’d been through, the man had a truly playful side to him.

He returned within a few seconds, cracking the thick strap onto the floor. I was shocked how excited it made me, even if I knew the spanking was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. As he finally turned on a light next to the bed, allowing me to catch sight of his carved face, I was drawn by the way his nostrils were flared this time. And the way he was looking at me.

This time the thought of his ownership didn’t fill me with anger.

As he rolled his fingers down my spine, I found myself shivering. When he cracked the belt against my backside, I took a deep breath, surprised the pain wasn’t that bad.

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