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I pull back to see a tiny trickle of blood dripping from between her legs.

She’s a…

No fucking way.

I just deflowered a virgin.

Chapter Nine

RACHEL

It’s not pain that makes me cry out, but the shocking, overwhelming sensation of him stretching and filling me. I didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Bracken seems shocked for a moment, murmuring something under his breath that I can’t quite hear. Then he recovers and grips my shoulders as he thrusts into me again.

“Is this what you wanted?” he grunts out.

“Fuck you.” The words come out as more of a gasp than an insult as he thrusts deeper inside me.

He chuckles and spanks me again. “That’s the idea.”

Chapter Ten

BRACKEN

The sound of her gasps, the feel of her body yielding beneath mine, intoxicates me.

I’ve known many women, most more experienced than Rachel, but none have ever elicited such a raw, primal desire in me.

“Say my name,” I command.

She hesitates, but only for a moment.

“Bracken.”

Her voice is almost inaudible, but hearing it sends a jolt through my system that rivals any high I’ve ever experienced.

I don’t respond right away. Instead, I pull out slowly before plunging back into her warmth. It’s agonizing and exquisite all at once. Every nerve ending is on fire, every thought is consumed with the feel of her around me.

Finally, when it feels like I might go mad with desire, I lean down to her ear and growl, “Again.”

“Bracken,” she says more confidently this time.

I can’t stop the satisfied smile that tugs at my lips. “That’s it,” I grunt, increasing my pace as I pound into her.

Her body is shaking under mine. I’m tormenting her, and I’m loving it.

No one else has ever been inside this delicious pussy.

And for a moment—a powerful, intoxicating moment—I vow no one else will ever touch the inside of Rachel.

She clutches at the rug as she arches her back, offering herself fully to me—so trusting, so vulnerable.

“Look at me, Rachel.” I command as I flip her over onto her back.

Her eyes flutter open to meet mine, and what I see in them—passion, fear, anger, desire—stirs something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time.

Emotions are dangerous. They make you weak.

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