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My cock is throbbing and aching to be touched.

“You,” she pants. “It belongs to you.”

I rub her ass gently, smoothing over the red parts that I’ve punished. “Good girl.” I lift her up, turn her around, and cradle her in my arms.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is wild and messy. Her lids are hooded, and I can smell her salty excitement from here.

I run my palm between her smooth thighs as I stare at her. “Good fucking girl.”

She moans and spreads her legs slightly, with an aching sigh like she’s hungry for more.

My fingers slide between her folds and dive into her little pussy, moaning as I thrust into her core over and over again. She’s so tight as she constricts around my fingers, as her body wiggles and squirms in my arms.

Desperation rolls over me and I’m aching for her to come, so I bend her over to push my fingers deeper.

Her lips drop open as I thrust harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I work. I already know this won’t be enough. I need more of her, and I need it now.

I growl as I stare down at her writhing frame, desperate to make her feel good. “Come for me. Cover my fingers in your come.”

Her hips rise and fall in my lap as she lifts into my touch. “I need your cock.”

“Oh, you’re getting my cock,” I groan. “I’m going to fill your little pussy with come, then I’ll work your tight little ass.” I’ve barely said the words when I notice a car pulling into the driveway. One half of me is tempted to keep going, the other dying to toss her over my shoulder, scream ‘mine’ for all to see, and then disappear into the woods. She, however, sits up and tugs down her dress before that caveman thought becomes reality.

“Oh my god. That’s my mom.” Her tone is sick and bewildered.

My brows raise and I turn toward her. “Your mom?”

“Act like we’re together,” she says, snuggling close to my side. “Put your arm around me.”

Considering, I just had my hand inside of her, and my marks are still on her red bottom, I have no problem holding her tight, though the transition from spanking her ass and meeting her mom might be a harsh one.

Chapter Five

Siren

My ass stings in the best possible way and all I want is to be taken inside and fucked like an animal.

Who knew I needed that so badly? I’d gladly wear all the wrong clothes and piss Perry off for an eternity if it meant coming home to a spanking like that. Of course, only if it’s followed by some good girl petting because I’m not sure my clit has ever been this wet.

I squeeze my thighs together and stare up at the giant man next to me. He’s greeting my mother with a hug. I should pay attention, tune into this awkward moment that’s about to happen, but instead, I’m stuck on wondering what parts of that game Perry and I just played were real.

Did he mean it when he said I was his? Does he really want to own me or was that part of the game? An hour ago, I’d have thrown this man and his aggression into the trash, but now I want it all. Turns out, I’d just never seen it done correctly before.

“Siren!” My mother’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “You’re so quiet. What’s wrong?”

“Oh,” I say, glancing toward her, “nothing. I was just thinking about everything I needed to get done before the wedding. What about you? I wasn’t expecting you here today. I figured you’d be busy finalizing everything.”

She nods and heads back toward her car, opening the back seat door to pull out a bag. “The wedding is off. I can’t do it. I can’t marry Enrique.”

My eyes widen and my heart stalls. I’m not sure which is more shocking. The fact that the wedding is off or the fact that she’s pulling out an overnight bag.

Perry helps her with her things. “It’ll be nice to have you.”

Okay… I appreciate that he’s doing the whole act like a gentleman thing, but no it won’t be nice to have her. The wedding was going to be hard enough to fake. How do I fake a whole live-in relationship?

I glance toward my mother. “Mom, what’s going on? You love Enrique. He’s good to you.”

She huffs out a sigh and shakes her head as she climbs the porch steps up toward the house. “I need some tea. Can I tell you over tea?” With her hand outstretched, she swings the front door open and steps inside like she owns the place.

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