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His hand smears the mess across my skin, rubbing it into me like he's marking his territory. The warm stickiness pools in the small of my back before sliding down my sides.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice softening as the last pulses of his orgasm subside. His fingers trace patterns through the cooling cum on my back. “My perfect fucking nightmare.”
My muscles feel like jelly, my brain like static. Riggs' weight settles beside me, his breathing as ragged as my own.
“Holy shit,” I manage to gasp, my face half-buried in the pillow. I can feel his release cooling on my skin, but I'm too fucked-out to care about the mess.
His hand comes up to stroke my hair, surprisingly gentle after the brutality of our fucking. “You okay?” he asks, voice rough but concerned.
I don’t answer him; I can’t.
I'm so fucking screwed.
Not just physically—though yes, absolutely that too—but mentally. Emotionally. This was supposed to be a fuck. A one time thing to get him out of my system. To prove to myself that he's just another guy, nothing special, certainly not worth the risk of letting someone close.
But as I lie here, I know I'm absolutely fucked.
Chapter 20
Riggs
Iwatch Maren's face half-buried in the pillow, her eyes glazed over in that post-orgasm haze. My cum glistens on her back like some primitive marking, and something dark and possessive unfurls in my chest. Before I can stop myself, I drag my index finger through the mess, writing “MINE” in capital letters across the small of her back.
Mine. Fucking mine.
The word doesn't feel big enough. It doesn't capture the fucking hurricane raging inside me. I want to carve it into her skin, tattoo it over her heart, whisper it into her ear until it's the only word she knows.
“You okay?” I ask again when she doesn't answer, my voice still rough from exertion.
She mumbles something incoherent, and I can't help the smug satisfaction that spreads through me. I did this. I reduced this dangerous, untouchable woman to this fucked-out puddle. Her pussy's still pulsing—I can see the tremors rippling through her thighs—and knowing I caused that sends a surge of blood to my already spent dick.
I've never wanted to possess someone like this. Never felt this uncontrollable, vicious need to claim, to mark, to own. I'm struck with the sudden urge to track down every man who's ever touched her—kissed her full lips, tasted her cunt, heard her scream like I just did—and beat them until they can't remember their own names, let alone hers.
Feel their lives end underneath my hands.
The thought of her with anyone else makes my blood boil. Makes me want to lock her in this room and throw away the fucking key. Keep her here, naked and wanting, where only I can see her, touch her, taste her.
I get up, legs still a bit unsteady, and grab a towel from the bathroom. I wipe up the mess on her back and the one I made on the floor, then turn back to Maren, who hasn't moved an inch.
“Come on, baby,” I say, tapping her ass lightly. “Get up.”
She groans, face still buried in the pillow. “Can't move.”
I chuckle, but insist, “Bathroom. Now.”
She groans, burying her face deeper into the pillow. “Seriously? Now?”
“Yes, now.” I swat her ass lightly. “Up.”
“Someone's cooked here before,” she mutters, reluctantly pushing herself up.
I snort. “Or maybe I'm a decent fucking guy who cares about women's health.” I pull her into a sitting position.
She gives me a look that's equal parts surprise and amusement before sliding off the bed, wincing slightly as her feet hit the floor. I watch her naked form as she walks to the bathroom; the sight of her ass swaying makes me wanna drag her under me again.
The bathroom door closes, and I listen to the sound of water running. My back stings where her nails raked down it earlier. I walk to the mirror hanging on her closet door and turn to examine the damage. Holy shit. Four perfect red lines on eachside, some deep enough to have drawn blood. The marks look like I've been mauled by something wild.
Something inside me likes it. Likes being marked by her the way I marked her.
