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“Is that so?” he teased, and I felt his fingers dip beneath the fabric, just enough to make my pulse quicken, to send a jolt of electricity shooting through me.

“Yes.” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, and I closed my eyes, trying to gather the courage to admit to myself what I truly wanted. That a part of me had been yearning for this ever since he’d been dragged out of my cell the first time.

“Well, you should be, my little mate,” he growled, but it rolled down my spine like a droplet of cool water on a hot summer’s day.

My breath caught in the back of my throat.

Mate?

The word hung in the air between us, echoing in my mind like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing. It felt heavy, foreign, like something I should have understood but couldn’t quite grasp. My mind raced with questions, each one more frantic than the last, and I could feel my pulse quicken, my heart hammering against my ribs as I tried to make sense of what he’d said.

I would have dwelled on that term a bit more, but what he said next took my attention by storm.

“You don’t really have a choice about taking it like a good girl today, do you?” he murmured, his voice rough and laced with a tension that made my heart stutter.

The thing was…

He wasright.

CHAPTER 9

Kendra

I didn’t have a choice. Not really. Not when he was standing behind me like this.

Was his cock hard when he was looking at me? Was he enjoying the sight of me bound and utterly exposed, prime for the taking whether I wanted it or not?

My pussy clenched hard just thinking about his cock and what it would feel like if he buried it deep inside me.

I shivered as his fingers traced over the backs of my thighs, circling just outside the sensitive folds of my pussy. My breath caught in my throat when he glanced against me there—just the lightest touch, and my entire body tensed as a lightning bolt of pleasure struck right through me, straight to my clit.

Rowan was quiet, watching, taking his time as his fingers moved over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his gaze, and the knowledge thathe was staring at my pussy, studying it like a piece of art, sent a fresh wave of heat washing over me.

My breath came in short, sharp gasps, and I could feel the slickness of my arousal beginning to coat my thighs, my core aching and needy, desperate for more.

“Rowan,” I breathed, his name falling off my tongue before I could stop myself.

“You’re soaking wet, mate. Have you been thinking about me burying myself in this tight little pussy of yours?”

My cheeks burned at his words, and I bit my lip, fighting back a whimper. He chuckled softly, his fingers dipping between my thighs, ghosting over the swollen folds, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And I’m not letting them have you.”

There it was again—that unyielding possessiveness. And yet, instead of fear, I felt something else stir inside me, something that sent a rush of heat flooding through my veins.

I didn’t understand it. Didn’t even have the slightest clue how to put words to what I was feeling, what was coursing through me like a drug, making my heart race, my breathing quicken. But as he stood behind me, his gaze fixed on me, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, I couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

I wanted him.

He reached out and loosened the bindings around my waist, but only just enough to slip his fingers underneath it. Holding on, I heard fabric rustle behind me and before I knew whatwas happening, the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance and then he thrust inside of me.

Hard.

I gasped, my back arching, my fingers gripping the sawhorse for support as his cock stretched me, filled me, every inch of him hot and throbbing and claiming. He was huge, his girth making my walls squeeze tight, and I felt the sudden, overwhelming urge to push back, but bound as I was, I could only go so far.

He grunted, the fingers of one hand digging into the soft flesh of my hips, and his grip tightened on the leather strap as he began to thrust, hard and deep and relentlessly. Every stroke sent a surge of pleasure through me, making me whimper and writhe and cry as he began to fuck me so thoroughly that the only thought in my mind was how much I needed him.

I could feel the raw, primal heat of his body as he pounded into me, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his fingers digging into my skin with a fierce, desperate urgency.

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