Page 90 of Stalker's Toy

I tell her we should head upstairs to my office.

She doesn’t know what she’s in for, so I take her hand and lead her up the stairs.

Once we're there, I open the door for her before shoving her in and shutting it behindme.

I’m on her.

My hands on her neck, her chest, the skin under her blouse.

Everything about her belongs to me.

I can’t contain it, and I don’t want to.

She fumbles with my shirt buttons, with my belt buckle, but she’s smiling the whole time because she knows I’ll be too impatient and we’ll end up like this—a fucking mess of fabric and skin and cum and sweat.

My hand is under her skirt, fingers brushing against the place that drives me insane, and it’s warm and slick when I shove them inside of her.

She gasps in my ear, breathless and perfect as I hoist her onto the desk.

Nothing else exists but us.

I pull away for only a second, long enough to yank open her blouse until buttons fly.

She moans when I push against her again, I wrap my hands around her throat. "You're going to give me everything I've ever desired, Mia. You'll bear me children. You'll be my wife. And you'll do it because you belong to me."

I choke her gently at first, watching for any sign that she won’t let me do this.

But there isn’t one.

There's not a single doubt or protest when I press harder.

“Say it,” I tell her as I start to fuck her, hard and deep enough that she’s screaming.

Mia’s fists slam against my chest, and she throws her head back as she gasps, “Yes! Yes!”

Her blouse is tangled around one arm, and I see the red marks I’ve left on her chest and throat, love letters written in invisible ink.

“Tell me who you belong to,Nattblomma,” I growl, thrusting so hard the desk shakes beneath us.

“You!” she chokes out, grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer, as if there could be any remaining space between us. “Make… me… yours!”

I know it’s true when she comes undone around me, when she clenches and screams my name.

And I follow her over the edge with a growl of my own, planting myself so deep inside her that there will be no doubt about who owns every part of her.

After our fun at the gallery, I take Mia home.

She's driven to exhaustion on the tip of my cock and I have plans.

Plans that involve releasing the violence inside of me on the fucks who tried to claim what was mine.

It didn’t take long to find them.

Two streets over, in the living roomof an old house.

A piece of shit with boarded up windows that should have been torn down years ago.

They thought they could follow her.

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