Page 29 of Relentless Refuge

She gasps and grips my biceps, and I feel her quake. “That's my girl," I whisper in her ear, my dick throbbing against her entrance.

"That was… Marco… that was…" She pants for air, and I can't help but grin. "I've never…”

“I know,” I say against her ear, chuckling.

The car bumps over the road, causing my dick to grind against her sex, and I want to be in her. I lick my fingers clean, and she rocks her hips against me, inviting me in. "I want more," she moans, and I intend to give it to her. I line up with her swollen entrance and enter her in one hard thrust, driving deep into her. Her pussy sucks me in like a glove as she cries out my name. My hips grind against hers, the need to claim her overwhelming me as I drive in and out of her.

"Shit, you're sexy." My growls seem to egg her on. She rides me instinctively, like she's done this a million times. I want more too, so much more.

The thin straps that hold her dress up tear free with only the tiniest of tugs, and I fold her top down, exposing her gorgeous tits to my view. Her nipples are hard, perky, and begging me to suck them.

I continue to piston into her as one hand goes to her throat, squeezing gently, but just enough to let her know who's in charge. "I could fuck you like this… all goddamn day," I growl and suck on her nipple.

"Mine…" I say around a moan.

"Yes… y–yours," she pants out, and I increase my pace, my cock slamming against her cervix. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and that's when I know she's close again.

"That's it, come for me, Bella. Come on my cock."

She keens my name, her pussy squeezing my cock as she shatters around me, her orgasm washing over her. I continue thrusting into her, riding out her climax until she's limp and breathless inmy arms. I kiss her deeply, my hand tangled in her hair as she tries to catch her breath.

"I love the way you say my name," I whisper against her lips.

She smiles and runs a finger down my jawline. "I love the way you make me say your name," she replies with a smirk. But I'm not finished yet.

My hand tightens on her throat, reasserting my dominance as I renew my thrusts. She's hot and deep, and my body wants so much more from her.

"Tell me you're mine," I growl as I pound into her.

"Y–yours… M–Marco… yours…"

I groan my approval and spank her ass cheek. "Louder, sweetheart. I want to hear you… I want the whole fucking world to know you're mine."

"Yours!" she cries out, and I pull her down onto my lap, slamming into her. "I'm yours, Marco. Yours," she moans, and it's music to my ears.

"God, I love how your cunt feels… so fucking tight… so hot," I growl in her ear. "Squeeze me, Bella… squeeze my cock."

She does as I command, and I feel myself ready to explode. My balls tighten, and I thrust in hard, shooting my hot load into her, though I feel it drain out around me onto her inner thighs. "Fuck, Isabella…" I say, panting.

"Marco," she gasps as our breaths come in spurts and we're both panting for air.

I kiss her hard, and she returns the gesture as I remove my hand from her neck and pull her into my body.

For a few moments, we remain that way, and when the car rolls to a stop, she slides from my lap and fixes her dress. I put my dick away, though my pants are soiled with our sex, so I walk her inside.

“Sure you can’t stay?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my torso from behind as I button a fresh pair of slacks on and check the time.

I turn to kiss her on the forehead and shake my head. “I can’t. Victor is expecting me.”

She looks innocent yet violated with the straps of her dress dangling and her hair mussed like that. I want to stay with her, but the business I have to do tonight can’t wait. “I’ll be back soon.”

She nods and backs away. “I’ll probably retire early, so you can take your time.”

“Alright, then, no need to wait up.” I peck her on the cheek, and I think I see a look in her eye that tells me she’s hiding something, but I let it pass.

Of all the places in the world she could be, she’s safe enough here. My men won’t let anything happen to her, and I can go hunt the bastards who intend harm for her. Hopefully, tomorrow, we will have put this entire situation behind us.

“Sleep well,” I say as I slip out and she peels her torn dress off. Now, to put an end to the war once and for all.

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