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His words stir something inside of me and I add them to everything else, allowing them to empower me.

“I’m going to kill Philip Cordez.”

Aidan

As she says the words something in her changes. I see it on her face, the excitement, the acceptance.

She has found her power.

She stands from the chair and drops her blazer from her shoulders, pulling the T-shirt from the waistband of her jeans. She closes the distance between us.

“Am I still yours?” she asks as she bends down to face me, but I can see in her eyes she knows the answer to that question. Knows that she has complete control and I can tell she is thriving on it.

She is taking what I gave her and multiplying it. Becoming more powerful as her confidence grows.

“Yes,” I say, knowing the balance has switched, and loving it. She is my match. She can give as hard as I can, take as much as I can.

She turns from me, continuing to undress.

“Prove it,” she says from over her shoulder, and with a roar I leap from where I am sitting landing over her on the bed. I bite down on her bare shoulder.

“You’re mine,” I say, watching the teeth marks redden on her pale flesh.

Her naked ass, round and ready for the taking lifts up, and presses against my rock-hard cock. I bend and bite her ass cheek, causing her to yelp against the sheets.

“Prove it,” she says again as I use one hand to unbuckle my belt and open the fly of my trousers. I grab my cock, fisting it before pulling her hips up and running the wet tip over her folds, parting her lips and rubbing against her clit a couple of times.

Her moans are muffled against a pillow so I take a fistful of her hair and pull her head back.

“I want to hear every sound you make,” I growl against her ear before thrusting my cock deep inside her warm pussy.

She screams, and my skin goes to goosebumps as a thrill runs through me. I pump relentlessly and hard, taking each pant and scream as ammunition to keep going, to make sure she never forgets who she belongs to. Who I belong to.

When I’m satisfied she has got the message loud and clear, I withdraw from her, my cock weeping to blow its load. I squeeze the base, forcing back the pleasure with every ounce of strength I have while I turn around and slide my head between her thighs. Pulling her down on my face, I eat her pussy hard and fast. Working every bit of how I feel into making her come on my face. When she shudders, I know she is there, and I chase every ounce of her orgasm out of her before lifting her from me and flipping her over.

She weakly props herself up on her elbows as I stand over her and grasp the back of her head by her hair. Her pillowy pink lips part, and before she has the opportunity to tell me to prove it one more time, I shove my cock down her throat.

Somehow she takes my entire length and works me equally as hard as I did her.

“Is. This. Proof. Enough?” I ask on each thrust and my control snaps as I pump my hot come directly down her throat.

Her eyes are watering, but she takes it like a fucking queen.

I remove myself from her mouth and pull her head back, kissing her deeply.

“Get dressed,” I say against her mouth.

Harry

For the first time in my life, I feel alive. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to walk again but I don’t care.

“I’m not getting dressed,” I say. I’m still too much like jelly to get up and move.

“Well, I’m not about to let the rest of this fucking building see you naked.”

I like this side of Aidan. The side where he takes control but knows who his boss is. I grin at him and he raises an eyebrow.

“On second thought.” He lifts me over his shoulder and I let out a squeal.

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