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“You bad fucking girl,” he says, thick with lust. “You want more dick? You want to choke on my fingers while I fill you up?”

“Please,” I gasp, sucking them, tongue rolling around as he starts to fuck me faster.

Pleasure builds and builds, growing deep in my core. I feel controlled, dominated, more taken than I’ve ever been in my life, and it’s perfect. He bites my shoulder, and I let out a scream of pleasure as the pain hits me in the skull like lightning, and it finally throws me over the edge.

I come so hard I see black spots in my vision. I spit out his fingers, moaning his name. He keeps going, fucking me faster, vicious and furious, ruining me, building me back up, and I feel him finish inside me, wet and warm and delicious.

I lay gasping on the bed. Sweat trickles down my back. I twitch slightly, rolling onto my side. One hand strokes my pierced nipple and little aftershocks of orgasm bliss roll down my skin.

He leans back, watching me with adoration in his eyes, hand stroking his soaked and softening dick.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “Look at you. Such a beautiful fucking girl. All fucked and happy.”

I grin at him and finally sprawl on my back with a sigh. I stretch, curling my toes. “I think I blacked out for a second there.”

“That’s because you like it when I own you.” He leans over and kisses me. I pull him closer, suctioning my lips to his. I feel a little self-conscious, but the hunger in his kiss tells me everything I need to know.

He loved that as much as I did.

Maybe even more, based on the way he’s looking at me now.

I reach down and snatch the keys off the bed. I grin a little and waggle my eyebrows. “Up for another chase?”

He laughs and peels my hand open, taking them with ease.

“Not this time, baby,” he says, kissing me again. But he stays in bed, arms wrapped around my body. “You’re still mine, and I plan on keeping you for a while longer.”

“I thought it was only when you’re inside me?”

“That’s a technicality.” He palms my ass and grips it. “I’ve left my mark on you now. If anyone wasn’t sure, they’ll know you’re my woman.”

I reach up and touch where he bit me. There are teeth marks.

A sane woman would be creeped out.

But I feel an impulsive, excited shiver down my spine, and I only lean into him harder.

“Bites fade,” I tease.

“Then I’ll have to make it fresh every day.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“I bet you would.”

Chapter19

Alexan

Rain pours down the alleys of Broadway East. Anyone who normally would sit on their stoops and watch the dealers pass dime bags is hiding inside. I’m in all black, raincoat to boots, and stomp through the puddles toward a lone bar with a bright yellow neon sign: HERE IT IS.

I don’t come here often. This isn’t Brotherhood territory. Local gangs control most of East Baltimore, especially Broadway, but Daron likes this crumbling dive. He thinks the name is funny.

But tonight, he’s not in a good mood. The locals are hunched over their tables drinking shitty beer and ignoring everyone around them. Half the old heads have cigarettes burning. Daron’s sitting in a booth with torn pleather seats and peeling laminate on the table. Above him, old advertisements from Europe with topless women are pasted to nicotine-stained wallpaper.

“What the fuck did you get me into?” he asks the second I sit across from him.

I glance around us. There’s nobody close enough to overhear, and even if there were, there’s a reason we come to HERE IT IS.

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