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“Yes.” I push my cock into her tight folds with more force than I should and feel the last vestiges of her innocence and my sanity leave at the same time. I rut like a beast, crushing her mouth in a violent kiss, losing control.

She cries out in pain, biting down on her bottom lip, flexing around me with her body attempting to push me out, but her eyes tell me something different. Magnolia eyes glisten with unshed tears and longing.

“Sorry. I had to take you hard because your little slit is driving me insane.” I slow down, taking it a little easier on her, but the feeling is just as intense as the first stroke. She doesn’t whimper, or fight. Her face changes from discomfort to pleasure again. Her fingers dig into my biceps and then move up, gripping my shoulders. My hand fists her hair, and I stare down at her.

Her pussy’s getting wetter with every pump of my hips, but I want her ready to explode just like me or there is no damn point. “Damn you feel so good. Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Don’t stop. I had no idea how good this would feel. If I did…” I snarl and slam into her hard.

“It doesn’t. This is different. This is because you’re mine. That little dick ex-boyfriend couldn’t have pleased you like this. No one will ever be able to replace me, either.” I’d never felt so much jealousy in my life.

Her eyes widen, and then I groan as her pussy flexes around my hard cock. Did she just get aroused by my possession? Well, she hasn’t seen shit, because I’m losing my mind and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we’re not married yet.

“You feel incredible wrapped around me,” I whisper, leaning in and sucking on her neck, kissing down her collarbone. “You’re so sexy.” Magnolia rolls her hips, and I follow in a steady rhythm until we’re both covered in a sheen of sweat. Our pants and moans mingle with the sound of the bed rocking as I fuck my baby into her.

“Come for me. Give me that beautiful orgasm,” I plead against her lips. She does, fingers clawing into my shoulder blades. I growl from the mix of pain and pleasure of her virginal pussy. With a final thrust, I shoot my load, streams of cum filling her. I’m not even sure I’m ready for it to take yet, but I have a deal to make, and I can’t let Mendez get a hand on my father’s property.

“Fuck, that was perfect. Your orgasms are so damn sexy. That little squeak before you moan is so hot.” I suck on her nipple and feel her clench around my semi-hard cock. I pull out before she gets me stiff again. As much as I’d love to take her one more time, she’s going to be sore as fuck before this weekend’s over.

I groan and fall back on the bed, pulling her with me, my dick pressing on her hip. She blushes and nudges me a bit before pawing at the sheets. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Okay.” I roll out of the way and she goes to the bathroom, taking the flat sheet with her. I chuckle because it’s so damn cute that she’s hiding that deliciously innocent body from me like I don’t already have every inch plastered in my memory. I clasp my hands behind my head and lean against the headboard, attempting to relax for just a moment. It’s actually easier than I expected, knowing that I’ve picked the right woman.

After a moment, I hear the shower running and let her go ahead while I slide on my boxer briefs. The sight of her virgin blood mixed with our cum turns me on, but I need to behave.

I call my lawyer and take pictures of the contract. The phone allows for scanning, so the prenup has been sent. It will be filed properly later, but for now, I sit back and wait for her to exit the bathroom.

When she comes out, she’s dressed in the robe meant for the female of the auction. Everything provided is new to the guests since the event is for the best of the best. She looks delectable in the sensuous robe. Still, we have to leave soon because we have a wedding to perform, unless I can get it done here. I have to check with my lawyer.

“Why don’t you lie down? I have to make a call.”

She pulls her cell phone out of her bag and then plops on the bed. An uncomfortable feeling stabs me in the chest. “You better not be texting some guy.”

“Relax. I’m not.” She glares at me. “Heck, I didn’t say the same thing to you, did I?”

“No, because you’re a smart girl and wouldn’t dare challenge my word.” I close the distance between us and stare her down, wanting to see how she’d react. I already pledged my fidelity in the prenup, but I want to see how far she’d go.

“Then why would you challenge mine?”

“Fair enough. So what were you doing?”

“I was going to check in with a friend. Is it okay to say I’m getting married, or should I just wait until it’s over?”

“I’d wait until it’s done. I’m sorry, but it’s not going to be anything special.”

“Yeah, didn’t think it was,” she mutters with a dismissive twist of her lips. She then winks at me and smirks. “Then again, I’ve got nothing to compare it to. I guess only time will tell.” Over my dead body. I’m not going to say that to her, but there isn’t going to be another man in her life. Damn, was she turning into one hell of a piece of work. She went from mushy and orgasmic, to bratty and defiant.

“Okay.” I shake it off and go to call my lawyer, walking away before I find a reason to spank her ass and then fuck her all over again.

Chapter Four

Magnolia

I release the biggest sigh of relief the second he leaves the room. Thank goodness he’s gone. I relax and let all the bravado wash away. I spent the time in the shower trying to figure out how to act now that we crossed this insane boundary. We haven’t even known each other for more than an hour, and I let him do all sorts of nasty things and wanted more. What does someone do after they have sex with a fucking man who can make you come with no damn effort? Who is this epitome of perfection and dominance?

When you’re in the throes of passion and you realize that you have a fetish for being controlled after spending your whole life running away from those trying to control you, you brush off your fears and treat him the way you would any other person who wanted something from you—indifference. But I’m not sure I can keep it up. Especially when he touches me.

When I first looked at the account, it said transaction in process, but I didn’t see how much money. Now I’m finally looking, and my mouth falls open because he paid a fortune to marry me. I was supposed to get eighty percent of the money, so I nearly hyperventilate. There are way too many zeros. The host of the event told me that my minimum was a hundred thousand. “There has to be a mistake.”

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