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Her tongue was tentative at first, unsure of what to do. I tightened my grip on her hair and guided her movements, pushing deeper into her warm, wet mouth.

She gagged slightly but quickly adjusted, finding a rhythm that had pleasure coursing through me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, even as she struggled to take all of me.

She didn't know what she was doing, that much was clear. But there was something about that, something in her innocence that pushed me over the edge more than it should have.

More than it had before.

"That's it," I groaned as she hollowed her cheeks around me. "Just like that."

I could see the fury and the hunger in her eyes as she continued to work on pleasing me. It was intoxicating—knowing that she was mine, body and soul.

"Fuck," I muttered as she found a rhythm, her mouth working expertly despite her lack of experience. "You're so good at this."

She created a delicious pressure with her tongue against my shaft that had me teetering on the edge. The sight of her on her knees, submitting to my every command, sent waves of pleasure crashing over me.

"Swallow every last drop," I commanded through gritted teeth, feeling the tension building to an unbearable peak.

With one final thrust into her warm mouth, I couldn't hold back any longer. The orgasm hit me with a force I'd never experienced before, powerful and consuming. I emptied myself into her mouth, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

Elodie didn't pull away. She swallowed everything I gave her, her throat working to take it all down. The sight alone nearly drove me over the edge again.

When it was finally over, I pulled her off her knees and kissed her hard. The taste of myself on her tongue was strangely intoxicating, adding another layer to the possessive need that still thrummed through my veins.

I broke the kiss just enough to whisper against her lips. "You fucking belong to me, got it? No one else can have you."

I didn't understand this fierce need to consume her, to possessive everything about her. It… it didn't make sense.

I released her.

"Now, go shower and get dressed," I muttered. "We're going to cut those bitches out of your life for good."

I didn't look at her as she left.

I couldn't.

I needed… I didn't even know. Elodie was making me feel things I'd never felt before, and I didn't know if I wanted to kill her or fuck her until I understood why.

Chapter 21

Elodie

The leather seat beneath me felt cold and unfamiliar. I shifted, trying to find some semblance of comfort. Keaton's car was sleek, modern, the kind of luxury I wasn’t used to even though I had driven around in it the past couple of days. He hadn’t said a word since we left his home—our home—and the silence was making my skin itch.

I glanced at him, hoping he’d catch my eye and maybe break this quiet. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. He stared straight ahead, jaw set in a way that made me wonder what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes.

“Where do you live?” His voice was clipped, almost mechanical. "Used to, I should say."

I hesitated before answering. “On the other side of town. Near the old mill.”

His grip tightened even more, if that was possible. He seemed to be battling some internal struggle. I wanted to ask what it was but didn’t dare.

The streets blurred past us, familiar landmarks appearing and disappearing too quickly for me to focus on any one thing.

“Are you okay?” The question slipped out before I could stop it.

He glanced at me briefly, then back at the road. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seem... tense.”

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