Page 33 of Don’t Marry Him

“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted before taking his hard length in his hand and guiding it toward my entrance.

I held my breath and lifted my hips for him. He teased me with the tip before plunging inside, filling me up entirely. I gasped at the suddenness of it before relaxing.

How had I lived without having him inside me?

“You feel amazing.” I reached for his back and pulled him harder against me, my nails digging into his flesh, letting him know that I wanted it rougher, stronger. It was the silent cue I always gave him to not hold back.

“You don’t want it sweet, baby?” he asked.

I looked at the ring on my finger before shaking my head. “Take what’s yours.”

I wanted to be owned.

Claimed.

Dominated.

I needed to be reminded about who I belonged to, and Dominic needed the same, whether he realized it or not.

He was mine. And I was his.

And nothing would ever change that again.

He pinned my arms above my head, holding them so tight that I couldn’t move out of his grasp if I tried. He fucked me, his erect cock moving in and out with such force that I thought we might break the headboard. When he grabbed one of my legs and tossed it over his shoulder, I considered screaming with pleasure at the angle he was now reaching. He gripped my inner thigh, his body plunging into me over and over again, and still… I wanted more.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder,” I cried out, and he went to work, sweat beading on his chest and brow.

He threw my leg off his shoulder and pinned it to my side. His face twisted as he started fucking me that way, and I knew he was going to come.

“Just like that, baby. Come in me,” I begged, wanting every last drop from his dick inside me.

“Fuck,” he cried out. “I love you so much,” he said before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my mouth.

Our tongues touched, and the kiss was frantic, messy. He pulled away before I was ready and fucked me so hard that I thought I might walk crooked for the next week.

“Tell me you love me, Dove. Tell me it’s only me,” he demanded, and I gave him what he craved.

“Only you, baby. Always and forever. I’ll only love you,” I said.

As the last words left my mouth, he shuddered and exploded inside of me. There was nothing that turned me on more than the feeling of him losing himself inside my body. I took it all, clenching around his cock, and refused to let him exit until he was done convulsing.

He collapsed on top of me, his heartbeat pounding through his sweaty chest. Our bodies still connected at the pelvis.

“Tomorrow,” he breathed out.

Then, I swore I heard him snore.

Men.Give them sex, and they slept like babies.

I woke up the next morning, fear and paranoia greeting me in full force, the way it had each day since the blackmail had started. I never fully realized just how accustomed I’d grown to my previous situation until the moment that I sat in bed, reminding myself over and over again that the horrors from the past were done. I didn’t have to worry about Trevor or my dad going to jail ever again. And I was back where I belonged… with Dominic.

Glancing to my right, I saw that he was still sleeping, a peaceful look on his face. He was so handsome that I was tempted to take a picture. Looking down at my left hand, I found myself smiling. The ring was delicate and intricate yet still absolutely breathtaking. It was so much softer than I could ever be.

Reaching for my phone, I pulled it free from the charger and started an internet search. I wasn’t sure what we needed to get married at the courthouse, so I looked it up. The biggest hiccup seemed to be acquiring a marriage license, so I fired off an email to ask how long that would take and for their earliest reservation. Dominic and I knew everyone who worked there, so I was certain that we could pull some strings if need be.

The bed moved, and I turned to see Dominic staring at me, like I might not be real. His fingers brushed across my cheek.

“You’re really here,” he said, his voice groggy. “What are you doing?”

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