Hard enough that I'll be wearing his mark for days.
I cry out, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that makes my head spin.
"Anyone who looks at you will see this." He soothes the bite with his tongue, then moves lower, finding a new spot just above my collarbone. "Will know you're taken."
"RJ—"
"Shh." His hand slides lower, undoing my jeans with practiced efficiency. "I'm not done with you yet."
He pushes my jeans and underwear down in one motion, leaving me bare from the waist down. The couch presses against my hips as he bends me over it, and I feel exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
I've never been more turned on in my life.
"Look at you," he breathes, running a hand over the curve of my ass. "So perfect. So desperate for me."
"Please—"
"Please what?"
"Touch me. Fuck me. Something. Please, RJ, I need?—"
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, and I moan so loud I'm sure the whole club can hear.
I'm already soaking wet, my body primed and ready from the fight, the tension, the raw possessiveness in his voice.
"This wet already?" He curls his fingers, finding that spot that makes me see stars. "Just from fighting with me?"
"From—ah—from you. Always from you."
"Good answer."
He works me with his fingers, slow and deliberate, building the pressure until I'm shaking. Every time I get close, he backs off, leaving me gasping and frustrated.
"RJ, please?—"
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You. I belong to you."
"And who do I belong to?"
"Me." The word comes out fierce, possessive. "You're mine too."
He groans, and I hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Remember that," he says. "When I'm buried so deep inside you that you forget your own name. Remember that I'm yours just as much as you're mine."
He slams into me.
I scream—actually scream—as he fills me completely.
There's no buildup, no gentle adjustment.
Just him taking me hard and fast, one hand gripping my hip while the other stays tangled in my hair.
"Fuck," he groans. "You feel so good. So tight. So fucking perfect."
"Harder," I beg. "Please, harder?—"
