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I can’t suppress the shudder that runs through me at his words, and I hate how my skin tingles with anticipation.

Matias’s lips curve into a predatory smile, and he leans in, his mouth brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “But not tonight,” he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. “Tonight, I want to savor you, to take my time and make you beg for my mercy.”

His lips trail lower, leaving a scorching path along my collarbone. I bite my lip, my body trembling as anticipation coils in my stomach. I know where this is going, and despite my best efforts to resist, I find myself wanting and needing more.

Matias pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet mine as if seeking permission. When I don’t protest, a low and hungry growl rumbles from his chest, and he continues his descent, his tongue tracing a path lower until?—

Oh God.

His mouth closes around my clit, his tongue swirling sensuously, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my entire body. My hips buck, and I let out a strangled moan, my hands tangling in his hair, unable to resist.

He works his magic, his tongue and lips driving me wild, and it doesn’t take long for my body to betray me. I’m a mess of needy whimpers and desperate pleas, my back arching off the bed as the tension coils tighter.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he slows, drawing out my torment, savoring my pleasured state. “Please,” I whisper. “Matias, I?—”

He silences me with a stroke of his tongue. My hips buck wildly, and I’m lost, careening over the edge, screaming his name as my body shatters into a million pieces.

I’m barely aware of my surroundings as I come back to my senses, my body still humming with the aftershocks of my release. But Matias isn’t done with me yet. I can see the hunger in his eyes as he looms over me.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s on me, his lips crushing mine in a demanding kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only fuels the fire within me.

He pulls away, his eyes dark and full of desire. “I want you, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “I want to feel you around me.”

I whimper, my body already responding. “No,” I whisper, even as my hips instinctively lift off the bed.

Matias silences me with another kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth possessively. He reaches down, unzipping his pants and positioning himself at my entrance.

“Please,” I whisper again, unsure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.

Ignoring my protest, he thrusts forward, filling me in one swift, powerful move. We both moan at the connection, our eyes locking.

He moves, his hips snapping forward in a primal rhythm. With each thrust, he claims me, branding me as his own. And this is what I’ve craved since last night. To be filled with him again.

Matias kisses me fiercely, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he drives into me. I’m lost in a blur of sensation, my body alive with a need that consumes me entirely.

I’m panting, breathless, my nails digging into his back, desperately seeking purchase as he continues his relentless assault. It doesn’t take long for the coiled tension to build again, tighter and hotter.

“Matias,” I gasp, my voice a mere shadow of its former defiant self. “I’m—oh God?—”

He silences me with another kiss, swallowing my cries as my body explodes around him, my walls clenching tightly as pleasure washes over me in relentless waves. He growls against my lips as his release hits him, too, filling me with his seed. Thank god I’ve got an IUD. The risk of getting pregnant with a psychopath while captive makes me sick.

“Such a good girl,” he purrs and then kisses me, his cock still deep inside me. All I can think is I never want him to leave.

I know I belong to him, mind, body, and soul.

12

MATIAS

Istalk through the dimly lit corridors, my boots pounding against the concrete with each furious step. The auction is tomorrow, and my brother keeps me in the dark. But it doesn’t matter—nothing will stop me from keeping her.

Kali’s face flashes in my mind, those big brown eyes pleading with me as I took her over and over again last night. The sounds of her cries and whimpers still ring in my ears like a sickly, sweet symphony. I’ve taken her to a room the past two nights and had my way with her.

I grip the wall, dragging my nails along it as I imagine her soft skin under my fingers, her trembling body pressed against mine.

A growl rumbles from my chest. She’s mine. I’ll slaughter anyone who tries to take her away.

My fists clench as I imagine some greasy guy pawing at her, his filthy hands on her. The thought makes my blood boil, scorching through my veins. No, I won’t let it happen. I’ll burn this place to the ground before I let them take her.

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