Page 35 of Claimed By Him

“Fuck,” he growled out and started to pull my dress up over my ass. He held me up with one hand and wrapped his other around my thigh until his fingers pushed against my panties, rubbing my heated pussy roughly.

“Ah!” I cried out, not expecting it to feel that good.

Still kissing me aggressively, I heard his breathing become shaky when his fingers found the edge of my panty and pulled it to the side. I was hot and slick, completely wet and ready for him. An almost angry groan left his mouth before he pushed two fingers deep into me.

I broke the kiss and moaned to the ceiling. Tony’s mouth dropped to my neck, and he kissed my skin at the same fast rhythm that his fingers were moving inside of me.

I held on with one arm around his neck and pushed my hand between us to undo his pants. He made room for me to work, and finally, I was pulling his rock-hard, throbbing dick out of his pants and massaging his hot shaft eagerly.

He pulled his wet fingers out of me and held my body in place; I positioned his dick right at my opening, and when I pulled my hand away, he surged into me.

The pain ripped through my body, and I curled into him with a high-pitched whimper. I buried my face into his neck and pulled my knees up, closing my body around him. Tony kept still for a moment, in obvious agony because his limbs shook with his need.

After a few seconds, I relaxed, becoming used to the feeling of him invading my body completely. Tony began to move again, desperately shoving in and pulling out of me.

“Jesus,” he breathed out against my neck, while I felt my body tense up in sweet, sweet, painful pleasure.

I opened my mouth and bit against his shoulder, needing something to keep me from crying out at the overwhelming emotion taking over me. I held on for dear life, only moving to push myself down against his dick.

After a few seconds, I released his skin from my teeth and held him close, pressing my face against his cheek as my breathing picked up as steadily as my climax. He pumped into me faster and faster, and soon my pussy couldn’t take anymore.

I cried out loudly, squeezing everything—my limbs around him and my pussy around his dick. I could feel the vibrations of his deep, angry growl as he lost control and fucked me hard.

Sparks of bright red flashed against my closed eyelids, and my orgasm kept coming and coming, while Tony reached his climax, too. He moaned loudly, and I dropped my head against the wall behind me in exhaustion while he stayed buried in me.

The silence was deafening when we both finished. All I could hear was the sound of our deep breathing.

Tony pulled out of me and set me down on my feet. I didn’t look at him. I kept my face down while I straightened out my dress because I didn’t want him to see that I was crying. The tears just came unexpectedly, like my body and mind were on different pages. I guessed the emotion was too much for me to handle even while I was enjoying myself.

Tony pulled up his pants and hooked the button in, then leaned his hand against the wall next to me and tried to catch his breath.

“Fiona.”

“What?” I asked, wiping my face, not looking up.

I heard him sigh. I figured he could hear the upset in my voice, hell, I could hear it. But I wasn’t going to look up and show him just how bad it was. The sex was fucking phenomenal, and that was what made me cry. I thought I didn’t need it anymore, that I’d had him once and that was enough.

It wasn’t enough. Nothing could ever be enough. Tears flowed silently from my eyes because I knew this was going to hurt so much more now, knowing I had to walk away from this raw emotion he conjured up in me.

“Fuck.” He cursed. “Look, just…” Standing up straight, he stepped away from me. “Just stay out of my fucking way.”

Then he ripped the door open and left me alone inside the dark room.

My heart hurt, and I slid down against the wall, landed on my ass, and dropped my head onto my knees. This was it, this had to be it. I had to use this pain to shut him out of my heart entirely and focus on moving on to marrying Alex.

He was safe; he was comforting. He wasn’t dangerous and impulsive, controlling, or demanding. He was going to be the man to support my dreams, come with me to Milan, and let me be everything I wanted to be.

I felt disgusted by what I’d just done. The image of Tony appeared in my mind, and I felt my heart pain again. God. I could never hate him. But I sure as hell could stay out of his way.

15

Tony

Three weeks later

Ipulled into a parking spot on the side of the street and shut the engine off. It was late, almost midnight. The street was quiet and dark, except for a streetlight one building over that flashed every now and then. I looked up at the apartment building I knew Fiona was in and saw her light was on. She bought this apartment years ago, thinking nobody knew.

Well, I knew. There was nothing she could hide from me.

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