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He groans when I start to tremble beneath him again, my body on the verge of another release. “I want to see those pretty eyes roll back in your head when you come for the second time. Look at me. Look at me while I make you mine.”

The Gaston I hated to love returns. All dominance and dirty talk. And fuck if I don’t love every second of it. Every dirty word from his mouth.

I can barely catch my breath when Gaston’s relentless pace continues. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I’m completely at his mercy, and yet, I’ve never felt more alive.

His grip on my throat tightens, just shy of cutting off my air supply, and I let out a strangled moan. The threat of danger heightening the sensations rocketing through me. I’m drowning in his scent, his touch, the sound of his ragged breathing.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he growls, his hips thrusting into me hard. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Your pussy is so wet and tight.” He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I want you to come for me. Show me how much you love being my little slut.”

My nails rake down his back as another earth-shattering climax rips through me. Gaston swallows my cries with a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth as ruthlessly as his cock is claiming my body. The pleasure makes me almost black out from the pleasure. “Fuck, fuck!” I cry, unable to believe how intense it is.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Gaston grunts, one hand on my hip, while the other remains around my throat. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum and breed you like the little slut you are.” He leans in, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “You’re going to take every drop and beg for more.” His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel my pussy responding, knowing he could shatter me again and I’m hopeless to resist.

“Fuck, yes, take it all,” Gaston grunts, pumping his cum deep inside me. “Every. Last. Drop.” He groans, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.

He kisses me then, passionately and tenderly, the act so at odds with the rough fucking. And yet it feels right. Everything about Gaston has felt right from the moment we met.

When I finally come down from the high, I’m left feeling shattered and exposed. Gaston gazes down at me, his gray eyes burning with triumph.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “Flushed and wanton and completely at my mercy.”

I want to lash out, to tell him that I’ll never be at his mercy. But the words die on my lips as he rolls his hips, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

“Accept it, Blake,” Gaston whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

Gaston shifts, pulling out of me. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips at the loss of that delicious fullness.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he murmurs. “I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

He rolls onto his back, tugging me on top of him in one swift motion. I gasp as he fills me once more, stretching me to the brink.

“Ride me,” Gaston commands, his hands gripping my hips. “Show me what a good girl you are.”

And in that moment all my doubt melts away. This is where I’m supposed to be. My body joined with this man’s, a man who has utterly claimed me, heart, body and soul.

I move, riding his cock. Gaston releases a guttural groan, digging his fingers into my flesh.

“That’s it,” he praises, his voice strained. “Just like that.”

I lose myself in the rhythm, in the sensation. In this moment, there’s only Gaston and the delicious torture he inflicts. And the nagging voice in my mind telling me that I’m falling in love with a man who doesn’t deserve it.

Gaston presses kisses across my breasts while I rise and fall on his thick cock. Despite everything, in this moment we’re not captor and captive, but simply two people falling for one another.

34

GASTON

Blake is nestled in my arms when I wake, her golden hair cascading over the pillow. I gaze upon her peaceful slumbering form, feeling a deep sense of triumph. Finally, she’s mine, body and soul.

Yet, I know all too well that her willingness to fuck me doesn’t equate to her love. That’s the one thing I crave above all else. Her love. I need it like a man dying of thirst needs water. She’s become my entire world, the center of my universe. The thought of existing without her is unbearable.

Carefully, I extract myself from the bed, mindful not to disturb her rest. I stand and look down at her, committing every detail to memory. The soft curve of her lips, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her lashes flutter against her cheek.

Moving silently, I retrieve my robe and wrap it around myself. I need to think and plan. I cannot simply bask in this victory. No, I must find a way to truly capture her heart and make her love me as desperately as I love her.

I step out onto the balcony, drawing in a deep breath of the cool morning air. The city below is beginning to stir, mirroring the turmoil within me. I pace back and forth, weighing my options. Threats and domination have brought me this far, but I know that’s not enough. Not for her.

Returning to the bedroom, I watch her sleep for a moment longer. Then, with a deep sigh, I lean down and press a feather-light kiss to her forehead. “I’ll make you love me, mi reina,” I murmur. “No matter what it takes.”

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