Page 35 of Now You're Mine

His eyes never leave mine, and I change my tempo, going slow, then speeding up again, rising up so his cock nearly leaves my body, then plunging down again, over and over, in a frenzied tempo.

Then the growing ball of tension inside me finally gives way, and I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.Oh, my God.My hand tightens around his throat as my pussy clenches tightly around his shaft, and I ride out my orgasm.

I think he’s about to come, too. His muscles are tightening, and his cock feels larger inside me, but before he can peak, I lift off him abruptly, and separate us.

He groans loudly, reaching for me as I scramble away. When it’s clear I’m not coming back, he fishes himself, gripping his cock tightly, his hips rising off the mattress as milky white cum erupts from the flushed tip, then streams down onto his hand.

“Fuck, Lux,” he chokes out, but the words are so strangled, I can barely understand him. He’s practically levitating. “My God.Fuck!”

When it’s over, he glares at me. He doesn’t even move to clean himself off, and the anger written across his beautiful face makes me feel all fuzzy inside.

Fuck. Him.

He rises off the bed and stalks toward me. “You think that’s funny?”

I didn’t realize I was smiling, but I must be. “Yeah, actually.”

A tic pulses in his jaw as he moves toward me, picking up the towel he discarded earlier, and wiping himself off quickly. I practically trip over the chair as he advances.

When I get close to the door, I make a run for it. My split-second plan is to run into the other bedroom and lock the door, but I don’t even get past the living room. He catches me immediately, curling his large hand around my arm, and pulling me to a stop.

I turn to face him. He’s angry, his nostrils flaring as he looks down at me. “What are you doing?” I ask him.

“That was cruel,” he says.

“And you haven’t been cruel?” I spit back. “You deserve my mercy?”

His hand moves to my panties. With one hard tug, he rips the cheap material off my body and throws my panties aside.

Um.It occurs to me now that I may have overplayed my hand, and accidentally awoken a beast.

There’s zero compassion in his eyes as he reaches down, and shoves a finger inside me. “Still wet,” he practically growls.

“I just came twice,” I say smugly. “I’m good.”

But even now, as he probes me, that hunger grips me again, my body stirring right back to life.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he says coldly.

Spinning me around, he pushes me down, so I’m bent over the back of the sofa. And before I can say anything, he’s inside me, his cock pushing in painfully deep.

“I told you not to play, Lux,” he whispers harshly, his mouth pressed against my ear. When he pulls back, he grabs a handful of my hair and twists it, pulling my head back. The sharp pain makes my breath catch.

With his free hand, he reaches around and touches my clit, all while pounding into me, jolting my entire body, shoving me against the hard back of the sofa.

I whimper as he pushes in deeper and deeper mercilessly, taking every inch of me. My clit is throbbing, along with the rest of my body, and with just a little more pressure, I know I’d come again.

That’s the most shameful part.

I hate Roman so fucking much, but I can’t deny the masterful control he has over my body.

Then all at once, he pulls out of me, and using his grip on my hair to pull me to the ground, flipping me over, so I’m on my back, looking up into his cold eyes. He’s on top of me in seconds, his hips falling easily into the opening of my thighs.

“I want you to see whose cock is buried inside you,” he says harshly, releasing my hair, then guiding himself back into me, seating himself balls deep. I swear I can practically feel him in my throat.

He starts moving again, slowly at first, then quickly gaining momentum. His jaw is set and the look in his eyes is pure determination—to make me suffer or to show me how much he can control me, I don’t know.

Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck the monster inside him.

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