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She screamed and bit down.

The pain spurred me on. “That’s it, baby. Hurt me back.”

I knew I was large and her body was still new to accommodating me, but I sadistically didn’t care. I wanted her to feel the pain of my entry. I wanted it to cut through the anger and the fear and even the passion. I wanted her to know she was mine. That I owned her, body and soul. I wanted her to feel the burn of my possession and control.

Our bodies slid in the melted ice cream as I ruthlessly fucked her right there on the kitchen floor.

I sucked at her neck, where the hickey marks from the other night had already faded.

That was unacceptable to me.

I wanted my woman to bear my visible mark. I wanted anyone who saw it to know she was claimed. Spoken for. Owned.

Tilting my hips, I drove into her harder, striving to reach that spot deep inside her pussy that would send her over the edge.

Vivian moaned under me as her head tossed from side to side.

My hand grasped her right knee, and I pushed it high over my hip as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Leaning over her, I claimed her mouth again, wanting to taste her cries.

Her back arched as her pussy muscles contracted around my cock.

Fuck, she was so damn tight.

I breathed against the corner of her mouth, “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, krasivaya?”

“I hate you,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she bucked her hips.

“If this is hate, then revile, loathe, and curse me for eternity, my beautiful girl.”

She came undone in my arms, her body trembling and vibrating with energy beneath mine.

With painful discipline, I held on until the very last ripple coursed over her body before I unleashed.

Grasping both of her legs, I lifted them high as I moved onto my knees and pounded into her with no mercy, until the pressure became unbearable and my cock released deep inside of her.

With a guttural moan, I collapsed on top of her, bracing my forearm over her head so I didn’t crush her with all of my weight. Just the press of my hips against hers as I rode out wave after wave of spasms as her body continued to clench around my now sensitive cock.

Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her.

Her lips were bruised a dark pink and her cheeks were equally flushed. Her eye makeup was smeared, her naked breasts covered in chocolate sauce, and her glossy black hair coated in the sticky, melted remains of the rest of our banana split.

She was without a doubt the most stunning creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

Her emerald gaze narrowed as she tried to shift her hips, attempting to dislodge my cock. “This changes nothing.”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “This changes everything.”

CHAPTER 27

VIVIAN

“Get off me,” I ordered as I pushed at his chest.

He smiled. “I think banana split is my new favorite dessert.”

My eyes narrowed. “Very funny. I mean it. Get up.”

“Only if you promise to be good.”

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