Page 12 of The Enforcer's Redemption

Isla takes a shaky breath and her gaze meets mine. "I… I don't…" Her voice trails off and she bites her lower lip. It’s all the invitation I need.

I crush my lips against hers, punishing her for trying to run. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her tastebuds, the way I've fantasized about a million times. My other hand slips into her panties, two fingers sliding deep inside her wet folds. She's so hot, so wet for me. She moans into my mouth, her hips bucking against my hand.

"That's my girl," I growl, thrusting my fingers in and out. She's so tight, so slick. “I know you want it as much as I do.”

"Please…" She whimpers as I pinch her clit. Her knees buckle, but I catch her before she falls to the floor, lifting her up instead. Her leg wraps around my hips as I continue to finger her, loosening her up for what's to come.

"I'm going to fuck you, Isla," I growl against her ear. "And then tomorrow, and the day after that, and every day after that."

Isla whimpers when I pull my fingers out of her and lift her up. Her legs lock around my hips and I carry her to the bed. The door is ajar, but I ignore it, dropping her to the bed and tearingmy shirt off. She lies panting, shuddering, until I slip my fingers into the crotch of her panties and pull them down. Then she inches backward over the bed as if evading me.

My belt clinks as I unfasten it, then shove my pants down. I kick off my shoes, step out of the pants, and crawl across the bed where she cowers.

“I said I don’t want this,” she says plainly, but her eyes lock on my hard dick.

“Your eyes say you do. And your pussy drips with liquid gold for me, Princess.” My fingers inch up under her blouse and find her bra a barrier to what I crave. I nestle between her spread legs, and she sucks in a breath as my cock dips into her juices. “Tell me to stop and I will…” Our eyes meet, and she bites her lip. I grab her tit through the lace of her bra, and she gasps, but she doesn’t say a word.

I slide into her moisture slowly, stretching her. Isla arches her back up, whimpering, then clenches around me tightly.

“Holy mother,” she mumbles, and I take it that she likes what she’s feeling.

“You’re mine, Isla,” I say, my voice deep and guttural. “Don’t ever forget it.” Then I plunge into her heated depths, claiming her.

She moans, but not in protest. No, she moans because she likes it. “You feel so fucking good, Isla.”

Her nails dig into my back as I thrust in and out, her legs locked around my hips like we were made for each other. My name falls from her lips in a litany of moans, whimpers, and pleas for more.

It annoys me that I can’t feel her flesh, so I tear her shirt down the front. The fabric frays and splits open, and she gasps and clings to it, but I shove it away. “God, I need to feel you against my body,” I tell her in a low growl. I pry her hands back and pin them over her head with one hand, then unhook the clasp for her front-hook bra and bare her chest.

Her eyes track to mine again as I drink her in and squeeze her fleshy globes one at a time. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

“And you’re a monster,” she hisses, but her hips arch upward, begging for more.

“I am,” I admit, thrusting hard. “And now you’re my pet.”

She moans again, and I know she yields to me. “Say it,” I growl as I reach for the belt on the bedpost. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours…” She pants, then moans again.

“Who are you?” I ask, lifting her hips higher then, slamming into her again.

“Yours,” she whimpers, her legs shaking.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I slap her ass, and she yelps.

“I’m yours,” she gasps, her eyes dazed. “I’m yours.”

“And?” I ask, pumping into her harder.

“I… I… belong to you.” She’s so close, her orgasm just a few thrusts away.

“Good girl,” I praise her, then drive deep inside her again.

“Oh, God,” she screams as her orgasm tears through her. Her legs wrap around me with an unyielding strength, and her inner muscles clench with a fervent intensity, holding me tightly in a hot vise.

“That’s my girl,” I praise her as my own release builds. “You belong to me.” I smack her ass again, and she screams louder.

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