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“Only for you,” she answered.

My cock grazed across the crack of her ass, and I had to stifle a groan.

“Put your face back in the pillow.” For what I was about to do, I knew she’d let out a sound that would wake the dead, and I didn’t want my house guests to hear her pleasure. That was mine alone.

I pressed down on the back of her neck to make sure she didn’t arch up and cry out and then I slammed my cock inside her in one thrust.

“Good, baby girl.” I could feel the scream claw up her throat in my hand as her pussy protested against the intrusion. It throbbed around my cock, tightening and releasing, and I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep from roaring with how fucking amazing she felt.

“So fucking tight.” I kept talking so she knew who had her. “I’ve got you.”

Wiping the blood from my lip onto my shoulder, I waited for what seemed like an eternity while her pussy relented to my cock. It felt like war, but one where I could lose myself forever.

“Will your pretty little cunt surrender?”

She whimpered. And that’s when I pulled her back with me until we were both kneeling upright, her back glued to my chest. One of myhands slipped under the shirt she wore, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger.

When she let out a little mewl, I clapped my hand over her mouth. “You have to hold in all those sexy little sounds, baby girl.”

I kissed and nipped my way down her neck from her earlobe to her collarbone. There, I sank my teeth into her flesh, and she squirmed, freeing her voice into my palm. I sucked on the bite, making sure it would leave my mark on her, wanting my mark to erase every other stain and scar on her body and soul.

She still didn’t control her voice, so I released her and let out a soft growl in her ear. A warning. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

A noise slipped from her throat.

“Nod if that’s a yes.”

She nodded.

“You will be quiet, yes?”

Another nod.

“On your hands and knees.”

Immediately, Maddie obeyed, shifting her ass in a way that had me biting down to keep from groaning aloud.

I drew back my hand and smacked her again over the handprint I’d left before.

She sighed, but it was quiet.

“Good baby girl,” I whisper-praised her.

I pressed the shirt up to her shoulders, looking at the clean and smooth skin on her back. Not marred like the rest of her. They’d cut her, burned her, and done God only knew what else, but never on her back. I found that odd, but figured there must’ve been something about seeing her face while they tortured her. Sick fucking bastards.

Dead fucking bastards!

But then again, how sick was I with the thoughts running through my mind right now? The idea of marking her as mine, while I had intended with my mouth and cock and aproperty ofpatch, bloomed into something else. Something more permanent.

“Who do you belong to, Madeline?” I growled, needing to hearher give herself to me.

“You.”

I dug my fingers into her hips, deciding not to mention a tattoo in the middle of this, but I wanted to mark her more permanently than a patch. Instead, I slid almost all the way out and drove back into her, splitting her wide. She let out a strangled moan, but nothing loud enough to earn punishment. Sadly enough.

Maddie pushed her hips back toward me, as though begging for more. I returned home, driving into her, trying to get so deep I never had to leave.

My spine tingled, and she panted. Her pussy quickened around my cock, drawing me inside with each pulse. My balls drew up, tight like small bombs ready to explode.

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