Page 106 of Pretty Monsters

"That she's yours? I believe that point has been driven home. You don't need to do this to make me understand that."

"True," I concede. I don't need to prove to him that she's mine, I need to prove it to myself. "You can go if you want."

He sits on a weight bench instead. "She looks frustrated."

I chuckle. "She does, doesn't she?"

"Are you going to leave her like that?" he taunts.

"That would be cruel." Using the bar, I twist until she turns over bracing herself on her hands and knees.

"Sin?" she asks.

"This is the closest I'll ever get to sharing you," I tell her.

I've seen the looks he gives her when she's not looking. He's never stopped wanting her, only conceded she wants me more. If he wants to look, he needs to remember who she belongs to. It's not a modern notion, but she's mine.

Her eyes land on the mirror, and she watches me as I grip her hips and thrust deep inside of her. Her inner walls clamp down hard around me drawing out a guttural moan from my chest.

"How does she feel?" Ford's eyes are glued to the mirror as well.

"Tight and hot," I say on another groan.

"I remember," he says.

"I know, but next time you'll remember this."

I take her hard and fast. Her elbows scoot forward, and I fist her hair to keep her up. With my grip on her hip and hair I rock her forward and back on my cock as I drive into her.

The sounds of skin slapping together are borderline obscene. The taunting I'd already put her through has made her wild. Knowing she's being watched seems to add an extra level to her arousal.

I pull her onto my lap so she's riding me reverse cowgirl style. I reach down to unhook her ankles, allowing her more use of her legs, but I lift her bound wrists around my neck.

"He's watching you," I whisper. "Show him how much you want me."

Raven whimpers and begins to lift and lower herself on top of me.

"What would you do?" I ask Ford.

"Touch her. Rub her clit," he chokes out.

I note he isn't upset, which manages to calm me. I won't feel the same edge of jealousy after this. Letting my hands glide over her skin, I press against her clit, rubbing her toward her orgasm.

Raven's movements start to become faster as she climbs higher and higher. Her thighs start to quake, and I feel the first waves as her pussy squeezes my cock tight in her velvet embrace. I join her in when she comes, shouting her name.

Ford slips quietly out of the room as Raven slumps against me. I undo the cuffs on her wrists and lift her off my lap. Joining her on the floor, I embrace her tightly.

"That was different," she hums.

I cringe. "Sorry. I got a little carried away."

"Why did you want him to watch?"

"The more out of control I felt, the more the feelings of jealousy re-emerged. I didn't even know it still bothered me until he came upstairs and said he was coming back alone. There's very little that's ever been mine, and–"

"You decided to claim me," she finishes.

My views on sex are skewed. Being watched in the act isn't new to me, even when I was able to choose my partners. I hadn't really considered how she'd feel about it.

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