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“Now call me sir.”

“Yes, sir,” she pants as I push into her again.

Yeah, I fucking like that.

I lean over her and fuck her with the selfishness that’s pent up inside me. The selfishness that makes me who I am. I widen my stance, which spreads her open and stretches the muscles in her hips. She whimpers as I wrap my arm around her body and press her flush against my skin. I fuck her mercilessly. Her hands grip the sheets for support as I drill her pussy until I can’t tell if her sounds hold more pleasure or pain. They’re a package deal with a cock like mine.

So I don’t stop.

“You feel so fucking good. I feel the flinch of your body every time I bottom out inside you. I’m hurting you, aren’t I?”

Her fingers dig into my lower arm, raking my skin and causing pain of her own making. “Yes, sir.”

“I told you I’d rip you in half, didn’t I, wanderer?” I growl as I grip her hip bones so I can hold her in place and fuck her harder. She screams out, but I don’t silence her this time. I’m lost in the feeling of her swollen clit against my pelvis. Between every thrust, I grind against her until she tightens around me, clamping down with so much force that I’m sure my cock will bear bruises tomorrow.

“Good fucking girl. Come for me. Come with my cock buried in your little pussy.”

An orgasm rushes through her in a wave of pleasure that surrounds my dick. I tighten my grip on her hips to steady her core so I can fuck her through it.

“I’m coming, sir,” she says through a fading moan, and it’s enough to bring me to the edge of release.

“I’m going to fill you, and when I do, I’m going to keep my come inside you all night. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she pants.

I empty myself inside her, coming harder than I have in years. I don’t care if she’s on birth control. The thought of breeding her, of keeping her bred for eternity, squeezes every drop from my balls. When I’ve finished, she looks at me as if she expects me to let her go, but I don’t. I keep my cock inside her, with her throbbing clit resting against my pelvis. I like the warm squeeze of her come-filled pussy. Before my dick can soften, I turn her onto her side, lie beside her, and pull her against me. I stuff myself inside her, preventing even a drop of come from slipping out of her.

“You look so beautiful filled with my come.” I brush the sweat-coated hair from her cheek. “But now we have a problem.”

Confusion flashes across her face.

“If you have any fantasies about running off the first chance you get, get them out of your head. I’m real overprotective of what belongs to me.” I turn her face and look into her eyes. She needs to understand the weight of what I say next. “For the remainder of this night, keep my cock inside you. And for the remainder of this trip, you and your pussy are mine.”

ChapterTwelve

Karson

Iheard everything. Thetap, tap, tapof the mattress slamming against the wall. Her moans. How the fuck did that even happen? Since when has Gentry ever been more fuckable thanme? He’s a miserable grouch, for fuck’s sake. She’s already caused problems, but now she’s a serious threat to our operation. I need to talk to Gentry about this and make sure his mind is still in the game.

I knock on their door as I pass it and hope it annoys them as much as their late-night fuck fest annoyed me.

Dicks.

The lobby welcomes me with that god-awful flowery scent the moment I get off the elevator. My bag’s strap digs into my shoulder, and I swap it to my other arm as I make my way to the sad breakfast on offer—crumbling muffins, dry-ass cookies, and coffee. Very nutritious. I make myself a cup of coffee and take a sip. At least it tastes okay.

I carry the foam cup to the SUV, whip open the passenger side door, and plop down, waiting for them to appear. He’ll lie to my face. I already feel it.

And what about her? Who the hell has a consensual fuck with their abductor, anyway? Those sounds were definitely fucking consensual. I might have a few screws loose, but she’s not rocking with a full toolkit, either. Gentry’s fucking her because she’s attractive—mouthy, obnoxious, and a total bitch, but she’s beautiful despite her circumstances. But what does she see in him?

I don’t know why I give a fuck—I didn’t stake a claim on her or anything—but I still bubble with rage at the thought of him sinking into her. Maybe I should take a piece of her for myself. After all, Gentry didn’t stake a claim, either. Yeah, he fucked her, but unless he says she belongs to him, she’s fair fucking game.

I scoff and sit back, setting my bag at my feet. The whir of the automatic door breaks the stifling silence, and I look back and see them emerging from the hotel. She’s dressed in some really lame clothes she must have bought at the gift shop. Correction, my brother would have bought them. The sweatpants say “Pennsylvania” down the leg, and “Pursue Your Happiness” blazes across the chest of her T-shirt. Guess they found the time to do a little shopping between all the gross fucking.

My eyes drop to the tense movement in her hips. She’s almost limping. Did this mother fucker really... Heat creeps into my cheeks. I don’t want him to see me react, so I try to let it go, even as she gets in the back seat with an obvious flinch when she sits.

Gentry slides into the driver’s seat. “Sleep well?” he asks me.

If I had my gun, I’d have shot him for the casual line of questioning. No. I did not sleep at all while listening to their zoo noises. “Fine. You?” I lie.

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