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The desire between us demands it and takes us hostage. Her hips swing one way and then the other, my hands following, my entire fucking being following.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Zinnia. I can’t have other men look at you and watch you move,” I growl. “Not anymore.”

She moans and turns in my hands before she reaches for me, gripping my shirt and tearing it open. The sound of the buttons falling around us like snow are lost to the music surrounding us. The smile on her face is pure wickedness and power and my heart falls to its knees.

Fuck.

Loving this woman should make me run, it should have me pushing her away. But it doesn’t. It makes me feel victorious.

I stand up quickly, startling her back a step. As much as I want to have her riding me like the fucking king I am, a little voice reminds me it might cause her pain, something I will never allow. I’ll gladly bring my belt down on her ass, but I won’t be reminding her of the dream which she feels is long gone from her grip.

I step out of my pants and boxer briefs when they fall to the floor, grabbing her roughly against my chest as I stride closer to the bed and toss her down harshly. I rip the tatters of my shirt from my body before I’m hovering over her.

I fill her ready and willing pussy with one hard thrust and feel her ripple around me the moment I’m seated deep inside of her. Her back arches and her mouth opens with a silent scream. She’s so wet because she’s been seducing me all night, her body knowing what would happen and preparing her for it.

I move my hips, rolling them as her thighs come up and anchor her body to my hips. I can’t go slow; I can’t be gentle. Not with the way she danced for me, the memory smoldering in my mind and making me remember I wasn’t the only one watching.

“I’m going to fuck you like you deserve,” I snarl.

“Please, Elio,” her lips are begging me just as much as her eyes are.

“Too many men saw you dancing. You tempted them to look at you.” I wrap my hand around her throat, reminding her there are consequences for her actions. She melts back into the bed, knowing exactly what is coming and accepting it. “You let them look at what is mine,” the words are violent bursts from the beast inside of me.

“I’m yours,” she pants.

I move my hips faster, thrusting harder, wanting to bruise her, wanting her to feel me for days and remember exactly who she belongs to. I want to get my cum as deep inside of her as I can. She’s luscious today, more than normal, and I think I know why.

A feral grin lifts my lips, but she doesn’t notice because her head is tipped back and her eyes are closed. She absorbs every thrust, moving her hips to meet them, her body begging me for more.

“I’m going to tie you to me in every way I can, Zinnia,” there’s a threat in my promise. “You’ll never be rid of me. I’m going to plant my baby inside of you and then you’ll never be able to run.” Her eyes snap open, surprise in their depths as she looks at me. “There was never a chance of you running anyway, you’ve been mine since I saw you, but I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

“I’m on,” she gasps as I apply pressure with my hand wrapped around the column of her neck, cutting off her words.

“Oh, you think you are protected?” The laugh which fills the room comes from the beast inside of me and it is sinister. It is darkness soaking into the space around me, but it never touches her, never touches the petals of her soul because she soaks it up and makes it something better, something more. “I took care of that problem the first night you were here,Reginetta.”

Her pussy tightens around my cock, her body telling me how much she likes knowing I took our fate into my own hands and molded it into the future I want, the future I demand. She’s close. With every brutal thrust, I can feel her tightening.

I grind my pelvis against her clit and snarl, “Come.”

“My king,” she moans and fucking blossoms underneath me, her petals reaching for me and giving me what I demand.

I push my cock in as deep as it can go, feeling the end of her channel kissing my dick as I bathe her with my seed. We’re panting as our pleasure wraps around us, coating our skin and making it impossible to ignore exactly what is happening here. There is no escape and neither of us want one anyway.

Now she knows. The truth of everything—the depth of my obsession and just how far I’m willing to go.

She won’t run. She’s my queen. She will rule at my side; there is no other choice, there never was.

CHAPTER 12

ZINNIA

My head is pounding, but it’s quiet and still around me. I keep my eyes closed, something telling me to pretend and not freak out. Why though? What the fuck is going on?

Time to take stock.

It had been a few days since the night Elio told me I wasn’t allowed to dance for anyone but him. I had listened to him the next night, not going to Sala like I would have, assuming I didn’t have a job there anymore with Elio telling me he was taking care of me from now on.

The one thing I wouldn’t budge on was continuing to teach my little prima ballerinas. There was no way I was going to give it up because those classes are the remnants of a dream that lived in me for as long as I could remember. I got him to agree, but it was a fight.

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