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“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I lean down to whisper the rest in her ear. “I don’t think you want your ass fucked tonight as well?” The question hangs in the air.

She sucks in a breath, “I hate you!” she snarls as she tries to push me away, but I’m immovable for her small frame.

“Keep telling yourself that. Now, get your ass on the ground,” I smirk, seeing her stormy expression. Before I know what’s happening, she slaps her hand across my face. The burn has me grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her chest heaves, but the determination in her eyes remains.My little spit fire.I chuckle darkly, pressing our foreheads together. She doesn’t back down, which has my cock weeping for more. Ineedmore.

“You think you can challenge me?” I taunt, my breath hot against her lips. Her eyes flash with a dare as she struggles against my grip, but I hold firm.

“Let me go,” she demands, her voice a mix of anger and something else—something that sends a thrill down my spine.

“Not until you admit it,” I provoke, my voice low and commanding. “Admit that you want this as much as I do.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But then she lifts her chin, her resolve hardening. “Never,” she spits out, her voice trembling slightly.

I lean in closer, our lips almost touching. “Oh, little fox, you will,” I say, my voice a promise of what’s to come.

She glares at me, her eyes blazing. “You can’t break me,” she whispers, her voice fierce.

I smirk, tightening my grip on her wrists. “I don’t need to break you,” I challenge. “I just need you to bend.”

Her breath hitches and I can feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. For a moment, we stay like that, locked in a battle of wills. Then, slowly, I release her wrists, my fingers trailing down her arms.

She doesn’t move, her eyes never leaving mine. “This isn’t over,” she says, her voice a low growl.

I smile, a dark, satisfied smile. “No,” I agree. “It’s just beginning.”

Twelve

Fallon

Ican’t believe thatjust happened. Never in my wildest, most fucked up dreams would I have imagined that I would lose my virginity to some obsessive lunatic in the middle of a forest.Have I totally lost my damn mind?He gave me an out, and I didn’t take it.Why didn’t I take it?I’m furious with Remy, but more so with myself for falling into his stupid traps and his twisted games.I’m done.

I shove him out of the way to get my clothes, but I feel his arms wrap around my waist, then I’m lifted into the air.

“What the fuck, Remy? Put me down, you pink psycho!” I scream, kicking and flailing my arms around to no avail.

“I told you to get your ass on the ground,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath coats my skin and goosebumps erupt over my chest, sending electricity to my core.Why does the sound of his voice send me into a fucking frenzy?

“If you can’t follow orders, you will suffer the consequences.” He yanks me down and my knees hit the cool ground, leaves and branches scratching my legs.

“Get off of me! I’m not doing this again, Remy! You got what you came for, so fuck off,” I yell, trying to turn around, but he keeps me firmly planted on my hands and knees. He smacks my ass hard, chuckling darkly before he lands another on the other cheek. The sting radiates through my body, but it morphs into pleasure, and I find myself leaning back in anticipation for the next strike.

“That’s my dirty little fox. You like being spanked, don’t you? You like being helpless and at the mercy of someone who can play your body like an instrument,” he taunts over my shoulder as he massages the sting away. A whimper falls from my lips, only to be choked by a sob when he grabs my hips, thrusting inside in one stroke.

“Remy!” I cry out, feeling him everywhere.

“Yes? You like my fat cock?” He pulls my hips back so tightly that I’m sure it will leave marks tomorrow, coupled with the others. The thought of him marking me sends an extra spark to my already electrified clit.

I let out a string of unintelligible words and moans as he pounds into me. From this angle he’s even deeper, hitting places I’ve only read about in my books.

“Admit it,” he commands, but even though he’s making me see stars, I won’t appease his already inflated ego.

“No. I don’t,” I lie.

“Didn’t your mother tell you it’s naughty to lie?” he grunts, slapping my ass again. He leans over my body and twists my nipple between his fingers.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I whimper between his brutal thrusts.

“Now, tell me who this pussy belongs to!” I can’t think. All I can do is dig my fingers into the ground and bite my lip to hold back the screams lodged in my throat. His other hand skates along my hip, then down to my clit. He circles and pinches, causing waves of pleasure to cascade through my body. I’m so close, but before I reach that perfect peak, Remy stops. All motions come to a halt and I find myself trying to force my hips back against him to get the friction I need.

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