She lifts her hands, wrists crossing above her head against the pillow.
“Good girl.”
I lean in, still stroking myself, the fat head glistening with pre-cum.
“You want to know what I came home to?” I growl. “An empty villa. Three idiots staring at you. Laughing. Adjusting their dicks like you’re a fucking show.”
Her cheeks turn pink—anger and desire twisted together.
“I don’t belong to you,” she whispers.
“You do,” I answer, voice sharp as a blade. “You will.”
I slide the tip of my cock along her slit—slow, dangerous, dirty.
She cries out, hips arching.
“This—” I murmur, pushing just an inch inside, “—is mine.”
Her breath shatters.
Her eyes flutter.
Her body trembles.
“And next time you want to swim?”
I thrust, deep and hard—burying myself inside her in one powerful stroke.
She screams my name like a prayer.
I lower my mouth to her ear, voice rough and full of deadly promise.
“You ask me.”
And then I fuck her like I intend to keep her.
Chapter Thirteen-Cecilia
Minutes before he drives into me.
“Atlas!”
My voice shatters in the air—half outrage, half something I can’t name.
Because the moment my breasts are exposed to him, his eyes darken, and he surges forward, mouth latching onto one pierced nipple like he’s starving.
The moan that escapes me isn’t planned.
It betrays everything I pretend not to feel.
His tongue is hot, wet, and relentless.
He sucks hard, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.
My knees go weak, and I cling to his shoulders, heat racing through my veins like wildfire.
Then he pulls back, chest heaving, eyes wild with possession.
