Page 104 of Sinister Intentions

I smirked. My little punk was such an interesting package. Feisty and bold at times, and at other times, inexperienced and shy.

From the first moment we’d met, she’d been intriguing and mesmerizing. How could I’ve not fallen for her?

I never stood a chance.

And now I would make her mine.

In every way.

A vision of my little punk, round and heavy with my baby, appeared before my inner eye, and a sharp pang of longing shot through me.

In every single way.

“Hey, you,” I said softly and waited until she turned her face and met my gaze again.

As our eyes locked, she looked so open, so vulnerable and trusting. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me closer.

The sexual tension between us became palpable, the air around us thick with unspoken promises. “It will hurt,” I warned her again.

She nodded.

“You’re mine.”

She nodded again, pulled me closer, then froze.

“Condom?” she whispered.

I cupped her head, held her, stared down at her, and shook my head.

Her eyes grew bigger. “But?—”

I growled, the sound as primal and possessive as I felt. “I told you, you’re mine.” And I fully intended to get her marked as mine and pregnant as soon as possible.

She stared at me, the realization of my words sinking in slowly. “But, but?—”

I shushed her, checked her wetness, lined up my cock, and thrust inside her with one as-gentle-as-I-could-make-it push of my hips.

She cried out.

I froze, held myself as still as I could, and stared at her.

She tightened her lips, and the signs of pain—which I’d expected—tugged at my heart.

I kissed her forehead, waited until the features of her face relaxed again. “Okay?”

She nodded.

I pushed forward again, slowly but constantly, until I was buried inside of her to the hilt.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I bit out, retreating slowly before slamming back in.

She moaned, arched her back. “Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I set up a punishing rhythm, pounded into her as she clung to me, shuddering and moaning with each thrust.

I wasn’t under the illusion that I could make her come with penetration alone but was pleasantly surprised when she pulsated and tightened around me.

I slipped a hand between us, circled her clit, then squeezed it between my fingers in time with my thrusts. “Come for me, baby girl. Let me feel you come around my cock.”

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