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Yet, his teasing continues, treacherous slick sounds accompanying his actions as he moves his erection at my entrance. My groans turn carnal every time he passes my clit and blazing sparks tear through my center, numbing my mind and agitating my hungry body.

“Please,” I breathe into the sheets. A hot blush of shame follows my exclamation.

“I told you, this one is for me,” he growls in response before he rams into me with one brutal push.

The surprised yet gratified cry that leaves my lips in response is so loud that it keeps ringing in my ears while he begins to fuck me with vicious force. He doesn’t let go of my wrists, but uses his strong hold to keep me in place while he pistons into me in a steady but violent rhythm. I only realize now that he didn’t even touch me before driving between my wet folds.

He’s the one in control, but I manage to use what little leeway I have to increase the blissful sensation of his size inside me. I hollow my back to the limit, ignoring the pain that comes with his massive pushes and focusing on the thrill that shoots through me every time his pelvis hits me and the lower side of his hardness caresses my sensitive nub. His rhythm doesn’t change, keeping a pace that is just right to fuel my arousal while I rock beneath him on the bed.

I don’t understand how this can feel so good, how he can feel so right when I know that everything about this is wrong. He is a monster, a criminal who stole me out of my life to use me for a twisted ploy so he can avenge the violent deaths of his parents. He lured me in, he threatened me, he manipulated me—and yet, I want nothing more than to be this close to him.

He is not just fucking me, he is owning me. And he does it with such implicitness, as if I were truly his.

Because I am.

I know that I have lost. I can keep pretending and telling myself that this has nothing to do with pleasure, or with affection, even. I can tell myself that this is all part of my plan to entice him.

But I know I would be lying. My moans are as true as the palpable heat between my legs, and when he leans forward, letting go of my tied hands to press his chest against my hollowed back, I budge an inch toward him, straining my neck as I’m desperate to feel his lips on mine again.

His mouth is close to my ear, repeating my name in hoarse whispers before he sinks his teeth into the skin at the back of my neck. I yell out in pain, barely able to process the sting before he intensifies it, sucking and biting as if he were trying to latch onto me forever. His groans are muffled under my shrieking voice when my climax hits me with sudden violence.

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