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“You’ve been driving me insane,” I said through gritted teeth. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this? How many times I’ve imagined fucking you like this?”

Her nails dug into my back, dragging down my spine as she moaned. I thrust harder, faster, my hand sliding up to her face, grasping it so she faced me as I pinned her beneath me.

“You’re mine now Max,” I growled. “Say it.”

She gasped, body shaking beneath me, “Yours,” she whispered, “I’m yours.”

Hearing her say those words were my undoing. I thrust harder, making sure to push her over the edge before I followed. She screamed my name, back arching as she came, her pussy tightening to a vice like grip around me. I followed, groaning as I emptied myself inside her. When I finally stilled, our breaths mingled, our bodies slick with sweat, I brushed my lips over jaw.

“This is just the beginning of your punishment, do you understand?”

She nodded whilst I lifted her up with me, keeping my cock buried inside her. Letting my jeans fall to the floor, I stepped out of them before carrying her to the bedroom. I placed her down on the bed, sliding myself out of her with a grunt. I pushed two fingers inside of her pussy without warning, pulling a gasp from her red, swollen mouth.

I used my other hand to grab her chin “Open your pretty lips sweetheart, and taste how good you taste with my cum inside of you.”

I pulled my fingers out of her, bringing them up to her lips. She looked into my eyes as she parted her mouth, sucking my fingers inside. I groaned watching her clean the mess from my fingers, licking up every last drop.

“Such a fucking good girl for me,” I smirked.

I pushed my fingers further down her throat, making her gag as her eyes watered.

“Hmmm,” I groaned, “I’ve just added that to the list of my favourite sounds, at number three.” I smirked as I watched a blush creep across herface. “Number one,” I said, pushing my fingers in further, “being the way you say my name. Number two, being that little gasp you make as my cock enters your sweet little cunt.”

She pulled my hand away, a smirk spreading across her face.

“My turn,” She whispered

I slapped her across the face, hard enough to sting and draw a gasp from her. She looked up at me, shock in her eyes.

“I told you, my little fox, I’m punishing you.” I watched as the red from the slap bloomed across her cheek. “On your knees.”

She hesitated for a moment, not taking her eyes away from mine. Fuck, I’d taken it too far. She wasn’t used to this, she wasn’t used to being the one that had to endure punishment. I opened my mouth to apologise, when she dropped to her knees. I looked down at her, this woman I had obsessed over for so long, now on her knees for me. The sight nearly had my knees buckle. The last time I was in this room, I had laid on her bed, fucking my own hand whilst fantasising about this exact moment, but no part of my imagination could ever conjure up how perfect this would be. Her hair fell slightly over her breast, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

“Yes, sir.” She whispered, looking up at me through long lashes.

My control was obliterated. I grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and forced my throbbing cock between her lips. Tears instantly welled in her eyes as I fucked her throat, not giving her chance to come up for breath as I held her head in place. She clawed at my thighs, drawing blood, desperate to gain some distance so she could breathe, but I didn’t let her. I held her there as I fucked her face, listening to her gag and splutter as I edged near my release.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as I assaulted her throat. “I’m going to fucking cum. Don’t swallow it princess, hold it in your mouth for me, okay?”

She muffled a sound that I took as an okay, and with one last thrust, I exploded into her mouth, my cock twitching and my breathing ragged. I pulled out and dropped to my knees in front of her, taking in her mascara-streaked face from where tears had ran. The way her lipstick smeared across her face with spit dripping down her chin. I had never seen anything so fucking perfect.

I leaned forward, placing my hand on her face, “Do you have it in your mouth, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

I leant in, close enough that our lips brushed. “Give me it.”

Her eyes widened as I closed the distance, pressing my mouth against hers. She opened, spilling my cum back into my own mouth as pulled her in. I swallowed, giving her one last kiss before pulling away, memorising the way she looked in that exact moment, burning it into my mind so I would never forget it.

“Such a good girl.”

Chapter 20

Max

When I had walked into Melinda’s that afternoon and saw him already sitting there, my stomach had clenched.

When he said my name, my heart had stopped, and when he’d admitted to stalking me as if it was the most normal fucking thing in the world? I felt nothing but an overwhelming rush of an excitement. Yet I still fled, because what sane person wouldn’t? But when his hand landed on the door beside my head moments later, trapping me against my apartment door, my pulse didn’t race with panic – it raced with exhilaration. The way he had admitted that he’d been watching me with his voice like smooth whisky, my brain had been screaming warnings at me, but my body hummed in defiance. Why did it excite me so much that he knew me so intimately without ever having spoken to me? What was it about his obsessive, possessive darkness that made my heart race faster, my blood burn hotter?

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