Page 46 of Vengeful Union

"What is it, exactly, that I'm not allowed to say?" I ask haughtily.

He moves quicker than I thought he could. Within seconds, he's in my space, his hands flat against the sheets on either side of my body. "Putting yourself down. I'm not here for what your father has. Never wanted it to begin with. You have more worth to me than that."

"Finn," I whisper, feeling extremely vulnerable. "I don't know what to say."

He shakes his head. "Nothing to say. Just know the next time you put yourself down, I'm spanking that pretty arse of yours."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Never going to happen."

He smirks. "Don't tempt me, baby."

Damn him.

"As for what I want from you, I've told you since the beginning. You're mine," he tells me as his lips brush against mine.

I pull back and sigh. "Great, I'm your possession," I mutter snidely.

"No," he says, pushing me down so that I'm lying on my back and he's looming over me. "You're not my possession. You're my woman, Destiny Carter. Mine to love, cherish, and care for."

I blink at him.

He grins. "Speechless, huh?"

I nod, unsure of what to say. I never in a million years expected him to say those words to me.

"Come on, baby, what the fuck did you think we were doing here?"

"That's just it, I didn't know. I honestly believed that all you wanted from me was sex."

His lips thin. "Christ, am I that much of an arsehole?"

I smile sheepishly at him. "You've got to remember, Finn, I've never done this before."

I roll my eyes as a possessive gleam fills his.

"We don't know each other," I remind him. "I have no idea about your life, and you don't know about mine."

"We've all the time in the world, princess," he assures me, as he grinds his thickening cock against me.

His lips descend on mine. "Strip for me, baby," he whispers. "I want to see that delectable body." I shiver at the heat in his voice. "I'm hungry," he tells me.

I swallow hard at his words but pull off my clothes. I haven't been able to take my eyes off him. He's staring at me with so much want and need that I'm burning for him. As soon as I remove the last piece of clothing from my body, he pounces on me, his calloused hands skimming up my thighs.

"I fucking love your body, baby." His mouth closes around my nipple, and I arch back, moaning. God, he's so good at this. His hand slides down my body and brushes against my pussy. I cry out when he inserts his thick finger into me.

"Do you know how hard you make me?" he growls. "Every time I look at you, I'm rock fucking hard. I can't get enough of you. I never will."

He knows the right words to say. He's making me want so much from him. I want him to give me everything he can give.

He finger-fucks me until I'm gasping for air. "Finn, please," I beg him, needing more.

He withdraws his finger, and I growl at him. That's not what I wanted.

"Patience baby." He grins as he unsnaps his fly and shucks out of his jeans. His cock stands up, thick and long, and I wrap my hand around it and pump. My grip is tight, and it elicits a hiss from the Adonis who’s watching me with hooded eyes.

I'm so spurred on by the way he reacts to my touch that I sit up and take him into my mouth. He pushes his cock toward the back of my throat, and I gag on it, but the fucker just smirks.

I grin and swallow around his cock, loving that I can make him just as crazy with need as he makes me.

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