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I fist my cock before pressing into her. We both let out low moans as I sink in deeper.
“Fuck,Juliet. I’ve held you on a pedestal my entire life. No other woman has ever…” I trail off, watching as her eyes roll back into her head. Closing my eyes, I relish the way her velvet folds wrap tightly around my cock.Fuck.
“Chase,” she whimpers, placing her hands on my face. “Remember what I said yesterday? I see you. Allof you.”
I groan as I slide back into her, as her nails trail down my back, as her eyes flutter closed. Something deep inside of me snaps, leaving a burning, possessive ember in its wake. I drive into her, gritting my teeth as she screams, as her pussy clamps down on my cock.
Mine.
She’s mine, and she always will be.
I don’t hold back as I fuck her—as I bend her knees and press them against her chest, as I thumb her clit and make her toes curl.Fucking god, she feels incredible.Made for me. Perfect in every way. My throat constricts as she comes again, as she screams my first name. A second later, my balls tighten, and my cock bows inside of her, spilling my cum as I roar and collapse on top of her.
I would fucking do anything for her.
I press kisses to her temple, her neck, her collarbone as I twitch inside of her.
JulietfuckingParker.
Calling my bluff, pushing my boundaries… she’s not fucking messing around.
She found a crack and took a hammer, breaking straight on through to a place I haven’t ever let anyone else before.
And while she might be happy about it, I know she’s in a dangerous place now. I hoard the things I cherish—my job, my brothers, Jax… and now her.
I know myself well enough to know that I won’t ever—can’tever—let her go.
I drag her to the shower, fucking her as I press her against the white marble wall.
I feed her, take care of her, tend to her.
Eventually, after a large dinner of steak and a salad, she falls asleep.
Inmybed.
Realization sets in a few minutes later, and I walk out into the living room, pouring myself some scotch. I glare at my bedroom door, though I’m not mad about her being here. I’m mad that I have to share her with the world.
Swirling my scotch, I lean my head back and stare at the ceiling. Ravage means to consume… but Juliet has consumedme. I already know we won’t be joining the rest of The Hunt. I can use her head and her ankle as an excuse. And despite fucking her several times, my cock is hard now as I think about her.
I’m suddenly insatiable.
Like I’ve given myself permission to have what I’ve always craved the most.
Whatever the fuck happened earlier today cracked me right the fuck open, and now I’m contemplating ways to keep her all to myself.
I’m thinking up places to show her in the castle—places I loved as a child.
I’m dreaming of taking care of her—of dominating her. Of pushing her down on her knees and fucking her mouth, her throat, and every place she’ll have me.
I finish my drink and set it down on the coffee table.
I have one and a half more days with her, so I have to make it count.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
THE FOOL
Juliet
