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His grip on my throat tightens and a moan rips from my throat. He shoves deeper, grinding against the spot that makes me see stars.
“Say it,” he hisses. “Tell me again who you belong to.”
My mouth opens—then snaps shut. My brain’s fried, legs shaking, and my lungs are barely working…But I still find the worst possible answer, because I want him wild.
“I belong to nobody,” I whisper, chin tilted just enough to challenge him. Even now. Even when I’m one thrust away from blacking out. Because some feral part of me still wants to push.
His hand cracks against my ass, hard enough to rip a yelp from my throat, and before I can breathe, he’s grabbing my wrists—yanking them behind my back, locking me in place.
“No, dear,” he growls, fisting my hair and yanking until my back arches for him. I shift, trying to ease the pressure in my shoulders—but it’s useless. He’s everywhere. “You don’t own yourself anymore. You gave that up the second you dropped to your knees.”
And then he slams into me again—hard.
“You want to be ruined?” he growls. “Fucking say it.”
“Ruin me,” I gasp, and I mean it. I want him to obliterate every part of me that still flinches. I want him to erase me in every way possible, and bring me back to life, like only he can.
“You’re being such a good girl,” he growls, shifting his grip so one hand slides between my thighs. “You’re dripping all over me like you’re fucking addicted.”
He circles my clit once and I nearly collapse.
“You hear that?” he murmurs against my ear. “That’s what it sounds like when you belong to someone. When your cunt knows exactly who’s inside it.”
“Steven—God?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snaps. “You don’t pray to anyone else. Not when I’m inside you.”
I moan, helpless and grinding against his hand as his thumb circles with cruel, perfect precision. I don’t give a fuck how it happens, but I need to get off right fucking now.
“You gonna come for me, brat?” he growls, voice hot against my ear.
I nod, sobbing into his shoulder, unable to form a single coherent word.
“You gonna fall apart and thank me for it?”
“Steven—” I try, but he grabs my chin and yanks my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“No,” he snaps. “You don’t get to lie to me and come in the same breath.”
I flush with rage, and need. “I’m not lying?—”
“Then why did you sneak out?” he snaps. “Why did you crawl back into his world after everything you felt in mine?”
“I didn’t go back to him!”
His hand tightens.
“Didn’t you?” he growls, as his nose brushes mine. “Or did you just let him pretend he still had a chance? Did you smilewhile he touched you, Ani? Did you let him think he could keep you?”
“No,” I whisper, because I didn’t. Not really. But I did lie and we both know it.
He drops his hands like touching me any longer might make him do something he’s not ready to admit. He scrubs a palm over his jaw, then he steps back in, gripping my hips.
His control is hanging by a thread. “You want to come?”
I nod, breath ragged. “Yes. You know I fucking do.”
“Then look me in the eye when you break for me. You’ll fall apart on my cock with my name on your tongue and your soul fucking screaming for it.”
