My body obeys before my brain can argue. I roll over, chest pressed to the bed, arms reaching for the headboard. My heart hammers in my throat. I’m shaking. But not from fear. From knowing I’m about to let this man destroy me. And that part of mewantshim to.
His palm slides up my back slow and possessive.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “So fucking beautiful.”
He grips my hips, yanks me back until I’m arched for him. I gasp. Half from the force of it, half from howrightit feels.
The blunt head of his cock presses against me, hot and unyielding. He leans down, breath hot against my ear.
“You still think about them?” he whispers.
My breath catches. “Yes.”
His fingers dig into my hips. “You still dream about them?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He growls low. Dark and furious.
“Good,” he says savagely. “Now you’ll dream aboutme,too.”
And then he slams inside me in one brutal thrust. I scream. Shocked, stretched, full.
“Johnny!”
“Fuck,” he snarls. “You’re mine. You were always mine.”
He pulls back and drives in again—harder. Deeper. Each thrust rocks the bed, forces a helpless cry from my throat. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can feel ishim.
Hands gripping the headboard for dear life, I take every punishing stroke. Every filthy promise he whispers in my ear.
“Say you’re mine,” he grits.
I can’t. I won’t…
“Say it, Honey.”
One more thrust, brutal and perfect, has me breaking.
“I’m yours,” I sob.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours!”
He groans and slams deeper, claiming me in every way that matters. And God help me, when I fall over the edge again, it’s his name that rips from my throat.
Not Axel’s. Not Nik’s. Not Sean’s.
Johnny’s.
And when he follows, coming with a broken curse, spilling inside me like he’s branding me from the inside out… I know one horrible, undeniable truth: He owns me. He always has.
I’m still shaking when he finally pulls out, slow and rough, like he’s reluctant to leave me. My body aches, feeling used, ruined, blissed out, and yet somehow, I already want more.
He leans over me, bracing on his arms, eyes devouring me.
“You can lie to yourself all you want,” he rasps. “But your body knows.”
