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Renzo rises from the bed as I approach, “Or we could stay here.”

Grabbing my towel, he pulls me against his body. Every ounce of me that keeps saying ‘not again’ disintegrates as I breathe him in and he wraps his fingers around my neck.

“Fight it all you want,” his fingers slide down the slit in the towel until he’s brushing over my hip, “You can’t deny how much you like being mine.”

“I. Am. Not. Yours.”

“Are you sure about that,” the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk.

“Absolutely,” my voice flat.

His eyes fixated on mine, his tongue slowly licks across his lower lip. His fingers slide along my hip, grazing over my thigh, before sliding inside of me with ease.

With two fingers deep inside of me, the hand around my neck slides into the hair at the nape of my neck and grips firmly. A gasp exits my mouth as Renzo pulls my hair, painfully yanking my head back.

His tongue plunges into my mouth as his fingers curl violently inside of me bringing me to the cusp of an orgasm.

I moan into his mouth. In response, he tightens the grip in my hair and begins to firmly rub his thumb over my clit while continuing to curl his fingers inside of me.

My body is currently a war of pleasure and pain. Renzo’s touch blissfully painful as he continues to play with my body.

Dragging his lips from mine, he kisses towards my ear, “Who owns this cunt?”

He vigorously pulls and thrusts his curling fingers as my walls begin to squeeze around his fingers. Relentlessly, he does not ease up. He only increases his speed.

“I asked you a question,” he sharply nips at my neck, “Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You…it belongs…to you,” the words quiver from my lips as pleasure wins the war raging inside of me and my orgasm consumes me.

My legs are shaking as he slowly pulls his fingers from me and drags my wetness over my tender clit. He rubs them across his lips, leaving them glistening with my wetness, before placing them against my lips.

His tongue darts from his mouth and he moans, “Say it again. Who does that sweet fucking cunt belong to?”

“You,” my gaze heated as I watch him slowly lick my arousal off his lips. His wet fingers slide into my mouth, the sweet tang of my own arousal coating my tongue.

“Suck,” his words so demanding that my pussy clenches as I wrap my lips around his fingers. His fingers slide along my tongue as I clean them of my arousal.

“Later,” he says slowly pulling his fingers from my mouth, “I’m going to watch as you suck your cream off every inch of my cock. For now, get dressed, you have a day of playing nice ahead of you.”

The smirk on his face is devious as he walks into the bathroom leaving me to dress.

Shit. Did that just actually happen?

The one thing I said would never happen. The one I actually meant and intended to follow through on. And still, I caved and said exactly what he wanted. I told him he owns me.

ChapterTwenty-One

Lorenzo

Leaving her to get dressed, I head into my room to grab my Beretta from the safe in my closet. I have mundane errands to run today, but being that the only outside she has seen in weeks is the garden, I thought it might be nice to take her out into the city for a bit. Maybe give her the opportunity to see who I am outside of the four walls of this house.

…Mine.

It might have been coerced, but she said it. She is mine. She knows that she is mine. She might still be fighting it, butwantsto be mine.

It might take time, but she is going to admit that she is mine when I am not buried deep inside of her.

Sliding the gun into the front of my pants, I head back into the hallway to collect Ava.

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