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She wasn’t stupid. She knew I could kill her with a single twist. Her breath fogged the wood as I stroked her rapid pulse.

In this moment I owned her. Her heart beat for me. Her lungs had air because I allowed it. She was mine.

My tongue flicked across her cheek, making her whimper again. But it didn’t sound as strangled as it had a second ago. “I was the first one to fuck this sweet cunt, it’s mine.”

I shoved her legs further apart with my knee as I dropped her breast to yank her dress up. The fabric pooled at her waist as I traced my finger along her silky panties. Intrigued to find that she’d already soaked them.

“Stop.” Maybe she thought it was a command, but it sounded like a moan as I circled her swollen clit.

I nipped at her neck as I pushed her panties aside. My fingers slid easily through her wet pussy. It was all the proof I needed that she wanted this. That we were trapped in this fucked up situation where we knew we shouldn’t be together but couldn’t seem to make our bodies understand.

It made no sense. After she’d ripped my heart out, she should be the last person I wanted. But the lust in my blood told me otherwise.

“Now you don’t want it? You wanted it earlier.” Slowly, I pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned as her inner walls sucked me in. Begged me to stay forever. “You fucking begged me like a cat in heat. Soaked my fingers as you rode my hand in the car.”

And she’d been goddamn beautiful. It had taken everything in me to let her leave without making her come. I’d never left her wanting before. But she deserved a little discomfort. It would never touch the pain she’d put me through.

I increased my pace as she started to roll her hips. Just like earlier, she fucked herself on my fingers. Frantic for the things she’d never admit she wanted.

Because she couldn’t want me, I was just the poor nothing kid. I couldn’t give her anything except my love.

Each time she shifted, her perfect ass rubbed my cock. If I wasn’t careful, I’d turn into a teenager again and come in my pants. I’d fall at her feet and forget she was evil.

“Please.” She gasped as I ground my palm into her clit.

She tried to tilt her head back and rest it on my shoulder like we were lovers. Like I actually cared about her past, filling her with my cock. I pressed into her neck harder, pinning her in place. Letting her know who was in control.

I could snap her neck as easily as I could make her come.

“Please, what?” I grunted as I roughly shoved my fingers in and out of her. Her walls quivered around me. Her movements became desperate as she gasped for air. The sound was music to my ears, fueling my own sick pleasure. “Please stop? Please let you come?”

“Please.” She slammed her eyes shut like she didn’t want to see who was touching her. Who was going to make her come in a closet only a few feet away from her father and the men he wanted to marry her off to.

“Say it, and I’ll fuck you like the slut you are.” She whined as I removed my fingers from inside her, spreading her arousal across her clit instead. I kept my touch light, making her needier.

“I want you.” She pushed the words past her pursed lips like she hated admitting them.

“Who?” I snapped as I slapped her clit.

Her eyes flew open as the hit came down. Her body vibrating with rage or lust, I didn’t really care. I slapped her pussy again, loving the sound of hurting her. “Say my name.”

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she glared at me. But I knew she would give in. I could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs. There was no chance she’d be able to walk away from me twice in one night.

“Please, Adam. Fuck me.”

A possessive monster roared to life in my chest as she said my name. My mind flashed to the men she’d been flirting with. The ones that would take her away from me again. The ones she’d willingly go to.

I gripped her hair, yanking her head up so I didn’t have to look at her face. Into the honey eyes that I’d once loved. I popped the button on my pants, freeing my dick with one hand, I lined up with her entrance. Without any more prep, I slammed my hips forward.

She screamed as I filled her completely in one thrust. All the air rushed from my lungs as her cunt strangled me. She was as tight as she’d been when she was a virgin. Or maybe I’d just forgotten how goddamn good this felt.

“Fuck.” I cursed as I pulled out and slammed in again. “You still fit me.”

I hated it. Hated that she was the only one I’d ever wanted. Hated that we were designed for each other. Hated that she’d thrown it all away.

I hammered into her. She was so perfect; tight and warm. It made me angrier that she tossed me aside. I pulled her silky hair tighter, making her scream. I tried to destroy her. Hurt her even as she gave me pleasure.

When we were done, I wanted her to bleed. I wanted her to feel me for days. I wanted her to know it was me.

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