Page 86 of The Assignment: Room 3

He turns to face me, his fists bloody. “Go. To. The. Room.”

“Make me.” Before I get the chance to say anything, he grabs me.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

“What about Jenna?” The moment he realizes why I’m up here, his lips crash down on mine, his hand fisting in my hair, forcing me to take his ferocious kiss.

“What about her?”

“I saw you. Downstairs.”

“Forget about her. Give me permission to do with you as I see fit.”

“I…” He swallows my words, his touch harsh as he strides across the room with me still wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“Say, yes, pet.”

“Yes.” If I only have him tonight, I’ll take it. I know I shouldn’t because he’s not mine, but he was right when he said, “She’s mine.” Iamhis, and I will take whatever scraps he gives me.

We leave the carnage behind as Flex heads for the hall of voyeur rooms. There are viewing windows in each room that can be blacked out or left for anyone to watch. I don’t care either way as long as Flex fucks me.

He manages to get the door open while still taking my weight with his other hand. The second it closes behind us, Flex pins me against the wall, freeing his cock. “Say, yes.”

“Yes.” His kiss is brutal and delicious with every lick.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

He grabs my hair and tugs my head back. “Say my fucking name when you address me.”

“Yes, Master Navarro.” Positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes meet mine. He’s asking permission, the rise and fall of his chest keeping time with mine. “I need you, Master. Please. I’m yours.”

He takes me in one hard thrust, his cock stretching me as he sinks balls deep. “Jesus-fucking-Christ!” he snarls. “You’re mine.”

I focus on the sensory explosion that takes over every nerve ending in my body. The scent of his cologne. His stubble scratches at my face in stark juxtaposition to his soft, sensual lips as they claim me. The wall is hard on my back as he pounds into me. “Yes, Master.”

“Who do you belong to? Fucking say it.”

“You, Master.” Every thrust is more intense than the last, my body molding to his. I want it all. I need him more than my next breath.

“That’s fucking right. You’re mine.” His voice is lethal, killing any coherent thought. “No one touches what’s mine. Your cunt was made for me, pet. You’remygood little slut, aren’t you?”

“God, yes, Master.”

He continues to hammer into me, making me take every painfully delectable inch of him. “That’s right. You come when I tell you. This cunt is mine.” He braces his arms on the wall, keeping me pinned. “Don’t you dare try to give this to any other Dom. Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I scream as I try to hold back the inevitable release I know he will rip from me.

“If I see you so much as look at another Dom in this club, I will chain you in here and let you beg forgiveness.”

“Do it. Chain me. Make me yours.” He sets a punishing rhythm, taking what I freely give, my legs locked around his waist.

Our lips collide in a catastrophic kiss. One I know I’ll never recover from. His lips brand me, and I know his words from last week are as true now as they were then—Flex has ruined me for any other man.

“Fuck… Celest.” My name on his lips is the final blow. “Come for me.”

My body detonates as he chases release, hot on my heels. “Oh God… yes! Master… yes…yes!” My world comes alive, stunning in Technicolor for the first time, knowing I’m giving myself over to a man for the first time. Everything that has come before is washed away as he shouts my name, pulling me into the abyss, wave after wave rolling through us as our bodies become one in his moment.

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