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“You liked it when I spanked you. Didn’t that hurt?”

“I guess so. But… you weren’t being cruel. That was a pleasurable kind of pain.”

“Exactly.”

Her cheeks grow pink. “Oh.”

“Since we’re on the topic of confessions, you should know that I don’t only want to fuck you, Gin, I want to worship your body. I want to possess every inch of you, mark you as mine, and steal every shred of your sweet innocence until all you crave is me and my dark desires. If you let me have you, I’ll ruin you for any other man. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She swallows hard. “I want you. Please.” Gripping my hair, she claims my mouth in a passionate kiss.

I warned her. She had the chance to get away and she didn’t, which means now she’s mine.All mine.

CHAPTER 25

Ginevra

“Ruin me,” the plea falls from my lips between kisses. He growls in approval, grinding his hard cock against my aching center. He must have thought his warning would push me away, but all I’ve ever wanted is more of him, to see beneath his mask.

“Not here,” he says. “I won’t take you like a beast against this rock wall.”

“I want it here. Please, I don’t want to have to deal with your family right now. I don’t want to go back to the main island yet.”

His blue eyes darken with desire, and something more sinister that I can’t quite name. “As you wish.”

He sets me on my feet, then disappears into the rain for several minutes. It’s just enough time for me to begin to spiral. What am I doing? What if I freak out as soon as we start taking our clothes off? The embarrassment hardly seems worth the effort. I hug myself, screaming inside my head. I hate being so fucked up.

But when he asked who hurt me, I couldn’t tell him. I don’t want him to know my story–how other men have treated me–I don’t want him to look at me like I’m damaged.

I’m fine being a slut, a tramp, a whore in the eyes of society, but I refuse to be labeled a victim. I never want anyone to know the truth.

Blake returns with a giant blanket, which I realize is the table cloth, and a few pillows that aren’t completely sodden. He’s dripping wet, his button down plastered to his muscular chest, and my mouth goes dry. He’s so handsome that he’s hard to look at sometimes. Heat pools between my legs and I know that I’m going to give this a try. For the first time in my life, I want this. I want him like I’ve never yearned for anything before.

He spreads the large blanket on the ground and tosses down the pillows. Running his palms over his wet hair, he smooths it back. Then his gaze lands on me.

“Come here, magpie.” He beckons me closer. I nearly fall into his arms, my body pressed to his, I fumble with his shirt buttons. “Here, let me help you.” He grabs the two sides of his shirt and gives it one violent tug. The buttons go flying. He shrugs out of the wet garment, tossing it aside. I caress his warm skin, tempted to lick the rain drops from his abs.

He pulls me in for a heated kiss, while his deft hands strip away my clothes, until I’m standing in my lace underwear. He purposefully falls onto the plush tablecloth, turned blanket, and I land on top of him. His lips leave mine to venture further south, kissing my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. Rolling until we’ve switched places, he keeps his eyes on mine as he sucks down on the inside of my breast. My back arches and I moan, knowing he’s leaving his first mark on me.

His tongue darts out, licking the hickey before he moves lower trailing his lips over my stomach. At my hip he pauses, biting down hard enough that I gasp. The sensation of his body over mine, his hands and lips on my flesh feel foreign but amazing. When he drops his mouth to my panties, and starts teasing my clit through the thin fabric, I moan.

“I want you to beg for it, baby girl.” His hot breath sends trembles through me.

“Please,” I say. “I’m ready, please.”

He chuckles, his fingers toying with the edge of my panties. When he dips them beneath. Finding my pussy hot and wet, he lets out a rumbly groan against my clit.Oh fuck.

Sucking down on my sensitive bundle of nerves, he slips two fingers into me and my entire body shudders at the sensation. He stretches me, slowly moving in and out of my wetness, and my eyes roll back in my head. This… oh my god. He curls his fingers, pumping them, and I shatter into a million pieces of ecstasy. The orgasm comes on so suddenly that I struggle to catch my breath.

Blake slides off my panties, then unclasps my bra, lying me bare before his hungry eyes. His gaze slides across my skin like a lover’s caress as he drinks me in. Goosebumps erupt over my flesh, my nipples pebble, and I’ve never felt more seen, and vulnerable, in my entire life.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, before he sucks one nipple into his mouth. He rolls the peak between his teeth and I scream, my back arches and my fingers fist into his hair. “That’s my girl. Come for me again.”

He sucks down on my other nipple as he fingers my dripping cunt. I ride his hand. Heat and pressure build low in my stomach, sparks glitter across my vision, and flutters erupt in my core.

“Blake,” I scream his name as I fall apart again. Wave after crashing wave of searing hot bliss shoots through me.

He doesn’t give me a chance to recover this time. In a second his trousers are off and he aligns his cock with my entrance. Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly pushes inside, stretching me with each thick inch. I open my legs wider to fully take him. Justwhen I think I’m at my limit, he bottoms out, a soft groan falling from his lips.

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