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“Mine,” she grits out behind clenched teeth, spreading her legs. “I threatened them. Told them to leave for the day before they could get to dinner. You’re mine. I’m more than a womb. More than a plaything to wait for you here. I?—”

I pull my fingers out of her, lifting her hips. I press her face to the window with my clean hand.

We both moan when the head of my cock slips past the rim of her tight hole.

“You what?” I’m breathing hard, spitting on my hand to lube my dick again. Hanging by a thread, desperate to tear into her.

“James.” Hot tears follow. Angry tears, judging by the way she bares her teeth at me. There’s fire in her eyes. “I love you.”

Her words settle inside my heart. She’s building a house there. A mansion. No plans to leave.

Not like I’ll ever let her.

“It hurts.” The first sign of vulnerability from her.

That angers her more than anything.

She thinks she’s disappointing me.

God, another second of not ramming into her, and I’ll die.

“Shh. You’re so good. You can take it. Take it like a good fucking girl.” Another inch, and I almost come right there. Inside her. “Fuck, you’re tight. Your virgin ass is sucking me in.” She clenches her hips. I go deeper. “You’re so good. Got such a hot little ass. You’ve been saving it for me, haven’t you?”

She huffs. Her tears stain the window.

I don’t stop, spitting on my hand, lubing my cock, pushing in. With my free hand, I lean forward, gathering her arousal from her cunt and using it to rub her clit.

“Words, Ophelia.” I’m about halfway in, my lips pressed to her temple as I sink deeper into her. “Tell me how bad you want it. How you’ve been waiting for me to take you here.”

“I do. Only you. Please, fuck me.” The last of her tears trickle down her cheeks. She glares at me, fighting, but this time, not against me. Ophelia’s trying to get every inch of me inside her. “Fuck my ass. Show me just how much you own me. How much you love me.”

The way I love her hurts her. It’s evident in her scream. In her frozen expression. Her fingers flex on the window when I thrust hard and fast into her ass, and she wants it.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kept her beautiful face pressed into the window.

“Stop, stop. I—No more.” Her pupils are blown. Her body attempts to get closer to the window. Far from me. “It hurts too much. Stop. James!”

“Properties don’t get to say no.” I have both hands digging into her hips now. My mind is a mess. I’m an animal, claiming her in the most basic and vile, brutal way. Marking my territory from the inside out. “Properties stay where they are. They let their owners do anything to them.”

“It”—thrust—“hurts. So good. But it hurts. Fuck.”

“You’re strong enough to take it. You should see yourself.” My attention splits between her profile and her ass. “How your ass stretches around my cock.” I spit on my hand, more lube. Keep fucking her. So good. So fucking good. “How deep you’re taking me.”

“Stop. Stop.”

She tries to get away again. All it does is offer me a better angle. A better hold on her. I use my grip on her hips, moving her body on me. Slamming her on my cock.

We both curse. I bite her shoulder, a few inches over her scar. A moan—fucking moan—escapes me.

“You’re a bastard,” she screams. Growls. Cries out. “An asshole for making it feel so good when it hurts. I hate you. I hate you so much.”

“You love me.” I slide a hand to her front, rubbing her clit. “You love the wrong man. A mistake on your part. Same mistake I made, which was falling for you. I didn’t want to, just like you didn’t. Couldn’t help it, either.”

Her breaths leave vapor on the glass. She’s giving everything she has to stop this orgasm. Muscles strained. Eyes pinched.

“Look at me.”

There’s that fire again. Threatening to ruin me. I rut into her. Stretch her. Pleasure her.

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