Page 35 of Feint

I knelt one leg onto the couch and gripped the couch on either side of her, leaning in, pressing her farther against the side of it.

“Shut the fuck up, Rosalie. I’m speaking now,” I growled out.

She started trembling but shut her mouth. That was it. She knew how to behave. When she was told to do something, she did it. It was one of my favorite things about her.

“I don’t give a fuck to hear about all the reasons you are still thinking about a man who dumped… you let’s see… fuck, like a year ago almost now. You get to have a choice—lucky you. Either you tell me to get out so you can sit here and keep wanting a man who obviously doesn’t give a shit about you. OR… you tell me you want me and that you’ll do anything I say to prove that. And then you won’t fucking say his name or even think about him after today. Got it? I won’t sit here with a woman I’m putting my all into and find out she’s still wishing she were fucking someone else. Nah. It’s all in on me, or I’m out right now, mama.” I knew I looked weirdly calm, but my voice was all deep and menacing. The enforcer side of me was out, and there was no putting him back until he got what he wanted. Payback for what had pissed me off.

She sat there, sniffling for a few moments, blinking through her tears when she looked up into my eyes. I held her stare with my own steady, relaxed gaze as I waited for her to speak.

“I do want you, Kordell. I don’t want to keep thinking about him. I want to be with you,” she whispered softly, her bottom lip trembling.

“Are you sure, Rosalie? If you say yes, then I want you to know that, tonight, I’m going to push every last thought of your ex from your mind,” I muttered.

My hands gripped the couch so I didn’t reach and grab her throat instead. She had to be certain because what was going to happen could wreck her if she wasn’t. That way, when it was over, she would come out on the other side mostly unscathed.

She slowly nodded over and over. “Yeah, I’m sure. You’re right. He did leave, and he’s not coming back. He doesn’t care, or he would have stayed. So, I pick you, Kordell.”

She tentatively leaned up and kissed me, her lips tasting salty from her tears.

And that was all it took. Game over.

My hands went from the couch to her body. One wrapped around her waist and yanked her into me as the other closed around her throat. I leaned in, shoving her back and pressing my body on hers. I gripped her throat, hearing her gasp as I cut off her breathing, and I devoured her lips and tongue roughly as she struggled under me.

“You’re mine, Rosalie Wells. All fucking mine. No turning back now.” I growled.

I loosened my grip, and she coughed to get air in as fast as possible.

I stood up and pulled her with me. Once she was standing, I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, pinning it, as a police officer would.

“Oww! K-Kordell, that hurts!” she exclaimed as she was pushed forward, and I walked her to the stairs.

“Shut up,puta. Tonight, you are my slut, Rosalie. And you’re going to take everything I give you—got it? I’m not going to be gentle. Being gentle doesn’t seem to work to remove the thought of another man’s touch, so no. I’m going to CLAIM every inch of you—understood? You’ll take it like my good girl. Because that’s what you are, right? MY good girl?” I growled into her ear as I yanked her hair back, making her body strain against the conflicting pressures as she moaned out in pain.

“Y-yes, I am!” she whined out.

That was it. That was all I needed to hear.

I marched her up the stairs, and when we got to the last few steps, we stopped. I shoved her onto her chest on the landing and then adjusted her legs on the stairs behind her. No time to worry about saving clothes. I whipped out my knife and slid it between her pants, underwear, and skin, turning the blade against the fabric. I smirked at how quickly I was able to cut it all away. I gave my girl’s ass a smack. Because, fuck, was it hot. My cock grew hard as I teased her pussy with the hilt of my knife, sliding the leather-wrapped grip back and forth, letting her slickness start to coat it.

“You are such a whore. You love it rough, don’t you, mama? You’ve been waiting for the enforcer in me to take you, hmm? Well, tonight, you won’t have to wait any longer. I’m going to show you just what it means to be my girl.”

I stabbed the knife into the floor next to her head and then ripped my clothing off on the stairs, tossing them down behind me. I wrenched her other arm back and held them both in one of my hands as I started to stroke my hard cock. I ran my fingers through her pussy to coat them, then gripped my cock. Slicking it with her wetness, I groaned deeply. I was going to bruise her soft, delicate body tonight. She might not even be able to walk.

Fuck, if I were at the clubhouse I would have half a mind to invite a couple of others to join in and use her throat while I fucked her tight pussy. Because she deserved to be punished. But this girl was mine, and I couldn’t share her. Not with anyone I knew.

I brought my cock tip to her pussy, and I started to flick it back and forth. Her soft moans against the ground only drove me to fuck her faster than planned. I shoved myself slowly inside of her warm pussy. Groaning at how she gripped me until I was all the way in. I started to thrust. I leaned into her, pounding herpussy, letting my body clap against her ass, feeling her tense at the aggressiveness of it. But like I said, this was something she would have to push through to really prove to me that she was serious in her decision.

Tilting over her body, I shoved her hair out of her face as I whispered deeply into her ear.

“That’s it. Take my cock, you dirty littleputa. Feel how it owns you, mama? Feel how your body reacts to its owner? Because that’s what I am now. I. Own. You.”

I leaned back from her ear and started to get lost in my own rhythm. Her moans came faster and faster. Shit, I didn’t care if she came again and again. I wouldn’t be done until I was fully satisfied tonight.

I brought my hand down across her ass. Leaving a red print. I smacked the other, making them match. And it was hot. So hot that I kept it up until I felt her pussy clench and her head tilt upward as her first orgasm went through her body. I kept spanking her through it, and then I slammed my cock in one more time and came inside her. I coated that pussy with my cum. Fuck, if she wasn’t on birth control, I’d have probably knocked her up from that one load.

I pulled out of her and hauled her to her feet. She was a little shaky, but she hadn’t seen anything yet. I led her to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed.

“Lie on your back at the edge of the bed and hold your legs up toward your tits. I want to see that pussy drip my cum,” I demanded.

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