Page 69 of Sin Bin Bully

Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans in, capturing my lips again. It's slower, deeper. Her hands roam over my shoulders, down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I grip her hips, pulling her closer, grinding her against me. She gasps, her nails digging into my skin. It's a sweet pain, a reminder that she's here, that she's real. That she's mine.

But I need more. I need her to understand, to accept. I need her to see that this—us—is inevitable.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. She shivers, her breath coming in short gasps. I can feel her heart pounding, her body responding to mine.

"Please," she groans out, her voice filled with need.

"You need me?" I murmur, my lips brushing against her skin.

I look down at her, my breath ragged, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. She's trembling, her eyes wide and dark, pupils blown with desire and a hint of fear. Perfect.

"Tell me, little dancer," I murmur, tracing her jaw with my thumb. "Who do you belong to?"

She swallows hard, her gaze flicking away. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Say it, Kim. Say you're mine."

Her breath hitches, but she hesitates. I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. "You know it's true. No one else can make you feel like this. No one else can make you so wet, so needy."

"No, I need you," she groans. A shudder runs through her, and then, like she knows exactly what I need, she whispers, "I'm yours, Sam. I'm yours."

Triumph surges through me. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep. She moans, her body melting against mine. I lift her, carrying her to my room where she fucking belongs and set her down.

"Strip," I command, my voice hoarse with need. There's no hesitation. She obeys, her fingers shaking as she pulls off her clothes. I watch, my cock throbbing at the sight of her. "You're beautiful. And you're all mine."

She stands there, naked and vulnerable, her breath coming in quick gasps. She's waiting for direction and pride surges through me.

I step closer, running my hands over her smooth skin. "I am the only one that can make you this needy. The only one who can give you what you crave, even if you won't admit it to yourself. You are mine, and I take care of mine."

She leans into my touch as it glides up to her throat and I grip it tight. Her eyes light up, and her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lip. "But you made a mistake, didn't you?"

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine.

I bare my teeth in a smile that's a threat. "Say it."

"I never should have left." She's breathless, her pulse hammering against my hand. "I belong here with you."

"That's right." I tighten my grip, my voice dropping to a growl. "You left me, Kim. And now, you need to be punished."

A moan escapes her, a mix of fear and desire. "Please, Sam..."

"Please what?" I taunt, standing behind her, my hands gripping her hips. "Please fuck you? Please make you scream?"

"Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Sam. I need you."

I push her towards the bed. "On your hands and knees. Show me that perfect ass."

She complies, her body trembling with anticipation. I undo my pants, slow and deliberate, watching her squirm. The sound of my zipper makes her shiver.

I run my hand over her ass, admiring the view. "You should never leave me, Kim. You know that, right?"

"Yes," she moans. "I know. I'm sorry, Sam."

I bring my hand down, spanking her hard. She yelps, her body jerking forward. "Sorry isn't good enough," I growl, spanking her again. She moans, her hips pushing back towards me.

I grip my cock, rubbing the head against her wet pussy. She tries to push back, to take more, but I hold her still. "You take what I give you, little dancer. Understand?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Sam. Please fuck me."

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