Page 39 of Unhinged

I want her.

Even as a part of me still whispers guilt.

Bring her back here for punishment—that was my job. That was the order.

No one said I couldn’t enjoy it.

I grip her hips and drag her closer, wet skin sliding against mine. She cups some water and pours it over my shoulders, washing the bubbles away.

I watch them drip down her arms… down her breasts.

I make sure they land right here—where I want her.

I grab her hips again, bend her over, and line my cock at her entrance.

I slide the head of my cock into her pussy, and the feel of her—hot, slick, clenching like her body’s trying to pull me deeper—is fucking magic.

I thrust into her.

Her hands slap against the tile, and her moans echo off the walls.

I thrust harder. Punishing. And her greedy cunt tightens around me like she can’t decide if she wants to push me out or pull me deeper.

She’s so fucking tight.

I reach around her, rough fingers twisting her nipple until she gasps.

I want her to feel this.

I want her to know exactly what it feels like to come on my cock, on my hand, on my face.

I want her to crave it. Crave me.

I want her to come back for more—crawling if she has to.

Anissa loves sex.

Now she’ll love sex withme.

She can run, but I’ll always find her. I’ll always give chase.

But the way I’ll truly tether her to me is simple.

I’ll make her addicted to me—to my cock, to my tongue. To the way her body feels after I’ve filled her with my seed.

Pregnant.

Ruined.

Mine.

That’s how I’ll prove myself to the Bratva.

I watch her body as I drive into her. Watch the muscles in her back tense and flex. Watch her neck arch and her breath stutter.

I sink my teeth into her shoulder, and her moan breaks apart like she’s falling.

I cup her breast, palm heavy and rough against her skin. She doesn’t flinch—doesn’t move. But when I flick her nipple, her body jerks.

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