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“Finally, halle-fucking-luja.” Eli snarls behind me, finds my entrance and slams into me hard.

I cry out and drop my head to the pillows.

“So fucking good.”

“More.” My demand is met with another wild shove of his cock inside me.

His hands grip my hips as he rams into me in short, sharp thrusts. It’s feral and brutal, and I love every second of it. The way he fucks me is the mirror of how I’ve been feeling all week while he was holding back from doing no more than touching and kissing me. It’s as if he’s letting me know that he needs this just as much as I do.

He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back until I’m in a kneeling position on his lap. The position sends his cock sliding into me deeper, and my pussy flutters around his length.

He bites down on the side of my neck. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.” I pant.

“That’s right, Kitten. Don’t you ever forget that.” He sets a merciless pace pounding into me over and over. He possesses me—claims me.

Reaching back over his shoulders, I tangle my finger in his hair. He captures my mouth with his, our tongues mimicking the thrust of his body into mine. We kiss and kiss, feral twists of our lips. Our movements shift, becoming more frantic and unsteady.

He fists my hair and pushes me forward until I’m on my hands and knees on the mattress again. I’m shoved forward along the bed as he pistons forward into me.

“I … Eli …” Gripping onto the blankets, I scream out his name as an orgasm rocks through me in intense waves.

Eli slams his hips forward, riding out my release, and then fucks me as fast and as hard as he can.

Chapter 89

Eli

“I think we missed dinner.” My fingers trace a lazy pattern up and down Ari’s spine.

She’s curled into my side, alternating between stroking over the tattoos on my chest and kissing whatever bare skin she can reach. “I’d offer to cook, but I don’t think they would let me.”

“I’ll order something. What do you want?” I slide out from beneath her and sit up, looking for my pants.

“Did Kellan give you your cell back? I meant to ask you about that.”

“Oh … fuck. I forgot.” I spot my sweats on the floor, stand, and pull them on. “I had him pick us up a new phone each and set new numbers.”

I scan the room until I spot the box with Arabella’s cell in it. Walking over, I pick it up and toss it to her.

“Kellan confirmed there was a tracker on your other phone. They were using it to keep up with your location, who you were talking to, and what you were doing with your cell.”

Her eyes are wide as they stare at me. “Really?”

“Open the box.” I lean against the wall and fold my arms, my gaze on her face as she opens the box.

She laughs when she discovers the case her new phone is nestled inside.

“I had it designed for you. The drawing is mine.” I push away from the wall and move back to the bed to sit on the edge.

“You designed it?” She echoes my words.

“I thought it was appropriate.”

The case is black. On the back is a kitten with horns sticking up behind its ears. A tarnished halo hangs off one of them. Beneath it, the words “Fight Me” are written.

“Oh my god. I love it!” She throws herself at me, peppering my face with kisses.

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