Page 102 of How to Lose a Pack in 10 Dates

He stills just long enough for me to smirk over my shoulder; but then he growls, grabs my waist, and slams in with one brutal thrust.

I cry out as my body jolts forward, hands scrabbling at the wall, spine arching in a sharp, involuntary curve as he splits me open.

It’s too much.

It’sperfect.

“Say that again,” he pants against my ear. “Fuckingdareyou.”

“You want honesty?” I spit. “You fuck like you’ve got something to prove.”

“I do.” He slams in again, deeper, rougher. “I’m proving I’m the only alpha who can take you like this.”

His hips snap against my ass as he thrusts into me, quick and hard and fast, and my eyes roll to the back of my head even as I try and fight it.

“The only thing you’re proving is you’ve got unresolved anger issues,” I manage to say through gritted teeth.

His hand flies to my throat; his way of sayingenough.

“You feel that?” he growls, grinding in, deeper, harder, until my breath catches on a sob. “That’s what it’s supposed to feel like. Stretching you. Filling you.Owningyou.”

He sets a hard, punishing rhythm, fucking me with punishing precision, each thrust vicious and controlled, like he’s holding years of resentment in his fists and driving it straight into me.

“You’re a fuckingbrat,” he growls. “Always were.”

“And yet you’re still obsessed,” I rasp. “So what does that make you?”

The slap of skin on skin echoes sharp in the room as my moans go raw and ragged, and his scent floods me, thick and feral andalpha. That same signature musk I used to breathe in from the pillow when he left is now wrapped around my body like a noose.

“Youbelonglike this,” he snarls. “Pinned to the wall, dripping and helpless. Mouthy little cunt finally put in her place.”

His hand squeezes around my neck, and I melt under it, whimpering, slick gushing, everything inside me screaming to give in, tosubmit.

“You want to come like this, brat? Want to be wrecked with your face against the fucking wall?”

“I want you to shut up and finish what you started,” I growl right back.

“Oh, I’mfinishingit,” he laughs, rutting into me. “I’m just reminding you who owned this pussyfirst.”

I scoff at his arrogance, even as my cunt flutters around him. “You never owned me.”

He growls again—feral now—and his hand fists in my hair as he drives in even harder, scent flooding every inch of me, hot and primal andwrongin all the right ways.

“Istilldo,” he snarls. “And this greedy little cunt proves it.”

I moan, fury and heat blurring into one. My legs tremble. My walls clench.

He’s going to break me. He’s going towin.

“Say it,” he demands, voice like thunder. “Say you’re mine.”

“Get fucked,” I bite out, lips curling.

“I am,” he pants. “And so are you.”

He doesn’t let up. His rhythm turns savage, and I can’t stop it—the slick, the moans, the way my traitorous body chases his every thrust.

“Ihateyou,” I choke, even as I’m melting into it.

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