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“Do you remember what you said to me last time?” I ask, making my way to the desk, my hand closing around his knife.

“Use me... I’m yours,” he responds, causing my heart to quicken its pace. A mischievous smirk adorns my lips as I approach him. Standing before the bed, I gradually lower my underwear down my legs until it falls to the floor before I climb onto the bed, positioning myself on top of him, and as I straddle him, I feel his hard bulge pressing against me.

Swiftly, I release the towel still wrapped around him, freeing his already hard cock. My eyes are immediately drawn to it, igniting a surge of excitement and desire within me. Slowly, I lean forward, our lips barely grazing each other before I gradually lower myself onto him.

A simultaneous gasp escapes our lips as he sinks into me, the euphoric stinging sensation as he stretches me almost sending me over the edge. I carefully place the sharp knife beside his head, its cold metal contrasting against the soft pillow.

My hand remains on top, gripping it tightly as I quicken my pace. Lifting myself slowly before slamming down hard, our moans intertwine, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure.

A warm sensation spreads through my body, ready to explode at any moment.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises between strained moans, his eyes filled with awe as he gazes up at me. One final powerful thrust and he bucks his hips, causing my mouth to fall open and my head to throw back in ecstasy.

Waves of an earth-shattering orgasm ripple through me. White spots cloud my vision as I cling to his chest, my nails digging into the soft flesh.

“That’s it, little star. Keep going.” His unwavering gaze fixated on me. As my high subsides, I feel him pulsating deep inside me. He closes his eyes, releasing an animalistic growl as he spills inside of me and I don’t take my eyes off him.

Watching him squirm beneath me as he comes, has a powerful sensation washing over me, causing a smirk to form on my lips.

Finally, he opens his eyes, locking onto mine as we both struggle to catch our breath. Before any words can be spoken, I grasp his knife once more, lightly grazing the blade against the tender flesh of his chest.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, teasingly biting my bottom lip.

“You,” he responds in a low, sultry voice, never breaking our intense eye contact. My smile widens at his answer, and I raise the blade, digging it into his chest, causing him to hiss in pleasure and pain.

I am going to mark him, just as he marked me. He is mine, as much as I am his. Blood trickles down hischest, staining the bed, and I lean back, admiring the result of my claim. He lifts his head, his eyes fixated on his new scar, and a mischievous smirk dances across his lips.

“It’s a star,” I proudly declare.

“My little star.” He echoes my sentiment, his gaze locking with mine. Without hesitation, I lean forward, maintaining eye contact as my tongue darts out, delicately licking the trailing blood from his fresh wound. The metallic taste envelops my senses, a strange yet euphoric sensation.

Tossing the knife to the floor, I press my lips against his, savoring the warmth as our tongues entwine, consuming each other. Breaking our kiss momentarily, I whisper against his lips, “Only yours.”

Chapter 17

ARGENT

Last night was awhirlwind of emotions, both the best and the worst I’ve ever experienced. Watching Starlet take control back was beyond amazing. I could have easily freed my restrained arms, but I chose not to.

I surrendered myself to her, allowing her to do as she pleased. Every touch, every command. I obeyed willingly, understanding that it was what she needed.

But then, everything came crashing down when she finally opened up about what happened to her. The horrors she endured, the abuse she suffered. Every hit, every kick… every rape.

The mere thought of what he did to her has my blood boiling all over again. My heart shattered into a million pieces when she told me about the pregnancy.

That bastard got her pregnant, and she almost died by taking matters into her own hands. The fear she must have felt is unimaginable.

Zavier better pray that I don’t find him before the police do. He will wish for the confines of a prison cell compared to what I have in store for him. Determination fuels my steps as I make my way to the kitchen, where shattering and giggling fill the air. It warms my heart instantly. This is where my little star belongs.

Stepping into the kitchen, I’m met with the sight of Chloe spinning around, hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing in accusation. I raise an eyebrow, pausing in my tracks and bracing myself for whatever is about to come out of her mouth.

“What the hell did you two do? Try to kill each other?” she asks, waving her hands around. Her words hang in the air as confusion washes over me. I look at Starlet, a small smirk playing on her lips before she turns her attention back to the sink.

“What are you talking about, Chlo?” I ask, amusement lacing my voice as I observe the disbelief etched on her face.

“Starlet’s fingers have slash marks, and there’s blood seeping through your fancy shirt, big boy.” Chloe gestures towards Starlet’s hands, her voice filled with concern.

Frowning, I lower my head and as she said, a red stain mars the pristine white of my button-up shirt. Chuckling softly, I lift my eyes to meet Starlet’s gaze, her mischievous smile telling me everything I need to know.

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