Page 116 of Captive Prize

“Admit that you’re mine.”

“Never.”

“Fine, have it your way,” he said as his hand left my aching, desperate pussy.

His eyes never left mine as his fingers, still wet and shiny with my arousal, went to his mouth and he licked one clean, then brought the other to my mouth, painting my lips with it.

It was sweet and tangy, but all I could think about was the pressure in my core begging for release, and how empty I felt without a part of him inside of me.

He kissed me like he wanted to ruin me—like tasting my mouth was just the beginning of his claim. His kiss was passionate and hot, a brand on my soul, devouring my lips as feverishly as he devoured my pussy.

Roman waited until I was gasping for breath again to break the kiss. This time it was his teeth sinking into my lower lip as he pulled at it.

When he dropped my lip, he got off the bed and grabbed both of my ankles.

“Last chance, little warrior. Tell me you are mine.”

“No,” I gasped, not sure if I even meant it. Did I ever mean it?

With one quick movement, Roman lifted me by my ankles and spun me around so I was on my stomach, my arms pulled tight by the handcuffs, the chain now twisted.

He dropped my legs, and I quickly got up on my knees, my hands gripping what was left of the headboard.

The broken bar was still too far above my head for me to be able to unhook the cuffs from the bed frame.

Roman’s hand ghosted down my spine, sending a warm shiver through me.

“I’m going to fuck you to remind you exactly who you belong to.” He punctuated his words with a quick, startling slap to my ass.

Jumping from the sting, I said, “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Although it didn’t matter what I said because my body betrayed me just as readily as my lips defended me. My thighs spread as his fingers chased down between my ass cheeks to my still sopping-wet and needy cunt.

His fingers traced back up, spreading my arousal from my pussy to my asshole. He circled it with the tip of his finger, sending some dark, forbidden pleasure through me.

My head was still spinning.

It must have been from a lack of oxygen to my brain, even though his hand hadn’t been around my throat for several minutes. There was no other way that it could have felt so good.

Still, my back arched lower, pushing my ass up in the air, giving him better access.

“Denying what you want isn’t going to change anything.”

Thunder still rumbled outside, but all I could hear was the distinct sound of the metal teeth of his zipper parting. Then the mattress shifted as he climbed up behind me.

He placed the head of his cock at the apex of my pussy, pressing it between my lips and onto my clit.

A shiver of pleasure ran through me.

The low hum of his approval told me that he noticed it.

He pressed harder on my clit for a moment before shifting so the head of his cock found my entrance. I braced myself for what I knew was coming.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I pressed my lips closed as I dug my fingers into the bed frame.

Roman slapped my ass again.

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