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I pulled back, my chest heaving as I stared down at her. “You can't be mine, Lina,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “I’ll give you this, but that’s it. Understand?”

Her lips trembled, but she nodded, her body yielding to me. And as I pushed her past the edge, her cries echoing through the room, I knew there was no turning back for me. Regardless of what I’d said, I was so fucking screwed.

Chapter 5

Lina

“You can't be mine, Lina,”he’d said. Did he not realize that he was all that I wanted?

My body was on fire, trembling at the edge of release as Adrian’s cock stayed within me—thick and unrelenting while my pussy squeezed and clenched around it. The feeling was new, and powerful, a sensation deep inside that made my belly clench the more he circled and pinched my clit.

The climax had faded, but the world still narrowed to the slick heat between my thighs as the tension lingered and the raw, unyielding force of his fingers pushed in beside his cock, through the bloody mess he’d made when he took my pussy.

Two fingers curled and stretched, reaching to rub over sore muscles as I adjusted to his presence. My breath became a hiccup as he caused a new wave of clenching while my body tried to dispel his invading digits.

Tears dripped down my cheeks.

This was all I wanted, but his words told me this was the one time and only time I’d ever get it. Sobs caught in my chest, and Adrian made soothing sounds, his lips pressing against my neck.

“Adrian,” I murmured, hiccuping as his free hand rubbed my thigh soothingly. “Please, I need you.” In every way, not just this. I needed his arms around me. I needed him to kiss me and tell me everything would be fine when this was over.

“No, Lina,” he grumbled, and the emotions that crashed with that wave of pleasure, the agony of having him reject me again and again when I was offering myself up on a platter. “You can’t have me.”

“Why?” I cried out, squeezing my eyes as my whole body felt light and heavy all at once. None of my orgasms ever reached this height before; my pussy’s never clenched as hard as it did when he was inside me. “I need you to fuck me.”

I’d only felt the smallest hint of what I’d seen the other day. Just his cock prodding inside my virgin pussy until he pierced through my hymen and stopped. It wasn’t even hurting as bad anymore, just a dull ache that was slowly fading while my pussy reformed to fit him.

He pulled his fingers away and started rubbing my clit again as if he couldn’t stop himself. My breath hitched, and his name tore from my lips, broken and desperate, but he didn’t stop—he didn’t even slow down.

“I’m not the man for you, Lina,” he growled, his voice rough against my ear. His breath was hot, his tone laced with something more than anger. Regret? Possession? I couldn’t tell. “I’m a monster. I’ve already fucking ruined something that should’ve been special.”

“You can ruin everything, and I’ll still want you,” I argued, as much as I could as the pressure started to build inside me again. As much as I could before my words turned to moans, and I couldn’t think past the building tension between my thighs. My nails dug into the polished wood of his desk, my body arching into his touch as his fingers stopped rubbing and just pinched my clit gently. Over and over again until my pussy clenched and his hips rocked slightly, hitting that devastating spot that made me see stars.

“Adrian—” My voice broke on a gasp as the sensation unraveled me completely. My climax hit like a tidal wave, shuddering through me with a force that stole the air from my lungs.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his tone low and dangerous, tinged with satisfaction. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as I fell apart beneath him. “Look at you, Lina. Look at how easily you come for me.”

My body quaked, my thighs trembling as the last waves of my orgasm pulsed through me. I should have felt shame, or anger, or something other than the overwhelming ache for more. But when I glanced up at him, all I saw was the fire in his eyes, the raw hunger that mirrored my own.

“Always for you,” I rasped, my voice shaky but defiant. Tears collected on my eyelashes. “I love you, can’t you see that?”

His expression turned pained, then his eyes squeezed shut, and his face turned back into that familiar smirk.

“No, baby girl. That isn’t love, that’s just lust.” He leaned down, his breath ghosting over my neck as he whispered, “You just want me.”

Before I could respond, he pulled me upright, pulling out and leaving me empty.

I cried out, hands reaching for my gaping pussy before he dragged them away. Before I could even question it, he spun me around and set my ass on his table. His hands slid over my body, possessive and deliberate, stripping away what little was left between us as easily as he stripped my clothes from my body and left them atop Enzo.

“This,” he said, his voice a low growl that pebbled my nipples, his eyes eating up everything revealed to him. My heavy breasts, my waist. “This is just want, Lina.”

More sobs caught my throat. “Stop lying!” I begged him, pressing closer. Clinging. The cold air of the room kissed my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him. “I love you.”

Adrian sighed, his breath ghosting over my forehead as I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head under his chin. “I. Love. You.”

How many more times do I have to repeat it?

“And what’s your father going to say?” he asked, running his hands over my hips… my waist… as if he couldn’t stop himself.

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