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Dropping to my knees, I guide myself toward her waiting opening and press the head against it, giving her a moment to adjust.

“Oh, fuck. I’ve craved this again ever since the first time,” she moans.

My dirty little anal slut. I thrust forward, releasing a deep groan while I fill her completely, her muscles clenching around my cock deliciously.

I start with slow, deliberate strokes. “Do you know why I bought you?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No, sir.”

“Because no one is allowed to experience this perfection but me. The moment I saw you in that fucking cell I knew my life had changed forever.” I pick up the pace gradually, building a steady rhythm, making her moan with every stroke.

“I’m yours always,” she breathes, deepening my possessive need to claim her.

“That’s right, beautiful,” I growl, spanking her hard. “And when I’m done with you tonight, there won’t be an inch of your body that doesn’t bear the proof of that.” I grip her hair, pulling her toward me so her back is pressed against my chest, her ass still impaled on my cock.

Holding her close, I fuck her harder and faster, my hand around her throat like a collar. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you at my mercy, baby girl.”

“I love being at your mercy,” she admits.

I squeeze her throat tighter, restricting her airway enough to make her shake. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you submit to me.” I thrust deeper into her ass, feeling her body shake.

“Gaston, I’m coming!” She screams, tumbling over the edge suddenly and violently. Her tight ass clamps down around me so fucking hard she forces me over with her.

“Fuck,” I growl, slamming in once more and spilling my cum deep, my hips bucking wildly. “Such a good girl taking my cum in your tight little ass.”

I release her throat and Blake gasps for air, her body shaking. Slowly, I pull my cock from her ass, loving how it gapes.

She whimpers when I lift her off the chair and sit down with her in my arms, cradling her naked body. “That was fucking perfect,” I whisper into her ear.

“It was,” she breathes, resting her head on my chest. After a short while, she gazes at me with those brilliant blue eyes I’ve fallen so deeply in love with. She kisses me and I kiss her back. Our kisses are soft and unhurried, a direct contrast to the intense fucking we just shared.

We cuddle on the plush leather seat, and I know I’ve never felt happier before. “I never thought I’d find this, mi amor,” I breath, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Never believed I was capable of love.”

She tilts her head. I’m painfully aware I’ve not yet said those three words to her. “What are you saying?”

I press my forehead to hers. “I’m saying that I love you.”

The smile that lights up her face is so fucking angelic I know I don’t deserve her. “I love you, too.”

Her words make my heart swell. After starting out as her worst nightmare, I vow to be the opposite from here on.

I kiss her as if my life depends on it, breaking away only to press kisses across her collarbone and neck.

I know there are still challenges ahead and I need to gain her trust, but I have faith we’ll pull through. With Blake by my side, I can weather any storm.

42

BLAKE

Gaston lingers behind me as we agreed while I unlock the door to the apartment. Luna will wonder why I’m back early.

The moment I step through the door her head snaps up and brow furrows. “Hey, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Mexico with Gaston until Monday?”

I sigh, dropping my bag on the floor. “Yeah, that was the plan. But things got complicated.”

Luna looks concerned. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

“We were attacked at the airstrip when we first got there. Armed men came out of nowhere and grabbed me. Gaston tried to stop them but they were too quick. Next thing I knew I was blindfolded and tied up in some dingy warehouse.”

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