“You can’t forget,” he growls. “I won’t leave you alone long enough. I’ll make sure there’s always a part of me inside you soaking your panties as it drips out. The scent of me will be on you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
The possessiveness in his tone makes my nipples pebble and my clit throb.
“You’re an asshole.” I seethe, biting his lower lip as I kiss him.
“I know,” he fires back, shoving up my dress and stuffing his hand between my thighs. “But I’m an asshole who’d fucking die for you. And no… not because it’s my job.”
I moan into his kiss as his fingers find my wet panties and rub my swollen flesh through them.
“Sinclair,” he snaps, like my arousal makes him angry.
“What?”
“Even when I give you a reason to hate me, you’re still soaking for me, aren’t you? You want me no matter what, don’t you?”
“No.”
Yes.
He grunts as he slips his thumb beneath the wet lace and my body covers it in slick heat.
“Fuck,” he groans.
He tugs my panties roughly, shredding the thin material that covers my pussy. Then he shoves his jeans down over his hips with one hand.
I’m taking all of his cock before I have a chance to breathe.
“Sinclair,” he rasps, thrusting into me hard. “Princess… fuck…”
I pull at his hair and bite his lip as we kiss, not caring when I taste blood. I suck on it, swallowing the metallic taste of him as he groans and pumps into me faster.
“You’re mine. You belong with me. You know that. Don’t ever talk about another man touching you again. Or I’ll have to kill him, you understand?”
I cry out as he fucks me deeper. We’re loud, our moans echoing off the trees and traveling up to the sky above.
It’s wild, messy, desperate.
“You don’t get to tell me who I can date if you’re going to ditch me like I’m some dirty little secret,” I snap as his hips drive his dick up inside me at a delicious angle that has my toes tingling.
“Fuck, you’re not some secret,” he hisses, forcing his forehead against mine. His eyes burn into mine as he pushes so deep inside me, sliding over the place inside me that sets a familiar heat building.
“What am I then?” I gasp as the undeniable pressure of an impending orgasm makes more wetness coat his cock.
“I told you. You’re Sinclair.”
I grab a handful of his hair and jerk his head back, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his thick neck as he swallows.
“You’re mine,” he rasps. “No one else’s. You don’t want some other man, do you? Not when I know the way to make you come so hard you cry.”
The asshole. He knows he’s right. His eyes darken as I glare back at him.
“Do you, Princess?”
I pant, staring daggers at him as he thrusts into me, the head of his cock sliding over my G-spot again and again.
“Do you?” he asks again.
I tighten my grip on his hair, twisting it until his eyes pinch.
