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I want this, want his mouth on me. Want him inside of me. I want to come on his tongue. I want to come with his cock inside me. I want to feel him come inside me.
“Cassian,” I gasp when he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
“You. Belong. To. Me.” He says the words through mouthfuls of me. I’m panting and I’m close, so close. “Me, Moth. Only me. Say it.”
He fucks me with his fingers, licking, biting and when he takes my clit into his mouth and sucks, I come hard, moaning as I pull him to me, my legs clamping on either side of his head, needing him closer, closer, needing him inside me.
“Say it, Little Moth.”
“You. Fuck. Only you,” I pant as the wave of orgasm subsides and Cassian straightens, face and mouth wet, glistening with me, eyes black as he takes himself out and I open for him, wanting him inside me, needing it.
“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the invitation.
He fists his cock and begins to pump, sliding the tip over my clit, dipping inside me shallowly. I can see the effort it’s taking him not to push into me. I see his frustration.
“Fuck!” he pushes one knee wide and sets his on the bed, leaning over me as he thrusts into his hand. I watch, awed, my fingers on my clit to see this man, my villain, all rage and violence and frustration as he jerks himself off. I don’t know why he won’t take what I’m offering. What I want even as I hate him or should hate him or fuck! I don’t know what I feel for him and as my fingers work faster and his thrusts grow harder. I can’t think. I can’t.
With a guttural, animal sound, Cassian comes and he’s beautiful, so beautiful that I can’t drag my gaze away. Warm come spills across my chest, my belly, and this is what calms him as he watches it, painting his come onto me, marking me as his.
When it’s over, when he’s spilled himself onto me, he straightens fully, draws his pants up, eyes glued to me. He looks at the mess he’s made all over me and I follow his gaze then meet it.
“Mine, only mine,” he says, eyebrows furrowed as he smears his come into my skin, rubbing it in. “I will never share you, Allegra. I have no intention of ever sharingyou.” He leans close to kiss me. “I will kill him before I let him have any part of you,” he says darkly.
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ALLEGRA
“Ineed to shower,” I protest.
“No.” He pulls my sweater over my head, then tugs me close. His eyes search mine and I wonder what he sees. “You’ll wear my come all day long. All night long.”
“That’s insane.”
“If you wash yourself, I will punish you. Am I clear?”
“Are you serious?”
“You need to know, and anyone who comes near you needs to know, that you belong to me.”
By anyone, I assume he means his stepbrother.
He walks into the living room and a moment later, returns, carrying my backpack.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he sets it on the bed and takes out my makeup bag. He unzips it and pulls out my birth control.
“How careful are you with these?” he asks, opening it, counting the empty slots and the ones with pills inside them.
I take them from him and shrug a shoulder. “I’ve never had to be careful. It’s not like I was having sex. It was to manage pain.”
“So not very,” he says. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll get you the shot. That’ll be more reliable.” He picks up his discarded shirt and pulls it on.
“You don’t get to decide that. And besides, you don’t fuck me anyway. Not…” I trail off, feel myself going red.
“I won’t risk pregnancy.”
He tucks his shirt into his pants and when he slips his hand into the pocket, his forehead furrows.
“I need to take care of some business. Two of my men will take you to the shops.”
