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"You don't get to come until I say so," I tease. "You don't get anything until you understand that I’m your man."

I push her face down into the mattress, positioning myself behind her. I enter her in one swift motion, a groan escaping my lips. Fuck, it’s been too long without her heat.

She screams, but I don't stop. I pound into her with a ferocity that matches my rage.

"You’re mine," I hiss, my eyes locking with hers. "Say it."

Her eyes widen, her lips parting as she struggles to breathe. "I’m yours," she chokes out.

My hand moves to her clit, rubbing in quick, rough circles, pushing her closer to her orgasm. "Louder," I demand, my voice a harsh whisper. "Say it louder."

"I’m yours," she cries out, her body tensing as she nears her climax.

"Cum," I order.

I feel her walls clench around me, her body trembling as she comes. I follow her over the edge, my release ripping through me, painting her walls white.

"You're never going to forget this," I promise, my hands gripping her hips tightly. "You're never going to forget who you belong to."

Chapter 15

Salvatore

In the morning, I wake her up by lifting her from the bed, her body limp and pliant in my arms. She’s groggy, mumbling something about putting her down, but I ignore her.

I have a bath drawn, the water warm and filled with rose petals. She resists weakly, her eyes half-open.

"Put me down," she grumbles halfheartedly.

I settle her into the bath, her body sinking into the water, and ask, "Are you sore?"

She stares into the distance, not meeting my eyes, but nods. I kiss the top of her head, feeling her lean into my touch.

But then she pulls away, remembering that she’s mad at me. I smile at her cuteness, getting used to the tenderness in my chest whenever I look at her.

I’ve been seeing Dr. Martinez once a week, and it’s helped immensely. I’m disappointed in myself for wasting two years of our marriage denying that she’s my heart walking outside my chest.

Now, I’m determined to make up for it, to show her that I’m the man for her.

Grabbing the loofah, I begin to clean her, starting with her back. She tenses at first, but then relaxes as I move the loofah in gentle circles.

I notice the marks on her body from last night, angry and red against her skin. I lean in, kissing each one. She brought out the beast in me, and I lost control.

"Too rough," I murmur against her skin. "But you drive me wild, Serena."

She says nothing, her eyes still distant. I continue to wash her, my hands lingering on her hips, her thighs, taking my time to savor the feel of her.

I’m a man of control, of power, but with her, I’m just a man desperate for the love he’s been too blind to see.

I kiss her shoulder, moving up to her neck, inhaling her scent. My hands move lower, brushing against her sensitive skin, eliciting a hum from her.

She finally meets my eyes. "I’m still mad at you," she says.

"I know," I reply, my tone softening. "But I’m not giving up on us."

I lather her hair while she brushes her teeth, the rich, floral scent filling the air. She whispers, "I'm probably late for work."

"I already called," I tell her, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. "You have the day off."

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