I swiped at my cheek, furious when my fingers came away damp. “I hate the tattoo on my calf. That I walked around for months not knowing I’d been branded like property.”
Reeve moved before I could take another breath. He stepped between me and the desk, blocking everything else out. Then he leaned in, his eyes burning with something lethal. “You think he owns you?”
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head quickly. “I’m not his.”
“Damn straight you’re not.” He braced one hand on the desk beside my hip, the other curling lightly around the back of my neck. His touch was unmistakably possessive. “Because you’re mine.”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely audible. “Reeve.”
His thumb stroked the side of my throat, feeling my pulse hammer against it. His voice was strained like he was one second away from losing control. “You’re done here for tonight. Let’s go.”
Reeve didn’t say anything else as he scooped me up like I weighed nothing, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist while his big hands gripped my butt to hold me tightly against him. My heart hammered as he carried me through the clubhouse and upstairs to his room, using his hip to shut the door behind us.
He set me on my feet just long enough for me to kick off my shoes and him to get his boots off. Then he fisted my hair gently and tipped my head back. When I licked my lips, he groaned low in his throat.
“Been dying to taste you again, baby,” he rasped before his mouth crashed against mine.
His tongue demanded entry, sweeping in deep to claim every inch. I melted against him, my fingers clutching his cut as I kissed him back just as desperately.
He broke away to yank the tee over my head in one rough motion. My bra barely contained my breasts. He tugged the cups down, his thumbs brushing my hard nipples until I whimpered.
“These perfect tits were made to fit my hands. And my mouth.” He dipped his head and sucked one rigid peak deep, his teeth grazing just enough to make me arch into him with a cry.
“Reeve,” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair.
He switched to the other breast, sucking harder while his hands dropped to my butt. In one smooth lift, he boosted me up again. My legs locked around his waist as he stumbled toward the bed, never letting my nipple go until he dropped me onto the mattress with a bounce.
I giggled, breathless, but the sound died when his dark eyes raked over me. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and stripped them off with my panties in a single yank.
“So fucking wet for me already, baby. Look at this pretty pussy.” He dropped to his knees, shoved my thighs wide, and slid his hands under my butt to lift me to his mouth.
One long lick up my slit, and he groaned like a starving man. “Tastes so goddamn good. Sweet as fuck. Gonna eat your pussy until you scream my name.”
His tongue circled my clit, then plunged inside with slow, deep strokes. I moaned, my hips bucking off the mattress. “Reeve, oh yes!”
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face. Come all over my tongue.” He feasted on me until I shattered twice, crying out his name.
When he finally let up, he ripped off his shirt and shoved his pants down. His dick sprang free, the head beaded with precome. Then he crawled over me and settled between my thighs. “Gonna stretch you so good. Fill you up until you feel every inch.”
He kissed me again while he nudged my legs wider. The broad tip of his dick bumped my entrance before he pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, pausing when he was finally balls deep. “Even after I filled this pussy last night.”
The reminder that we hadn’t used a single condom any of the times he’d taken me should’ve freaked me out, but I was too far gone to worry about the risks we were taking.
He pulled out, then slammed back in. Clutching his shoulders, I pleaded, “More. Harder, Reeve. Please.”
What remained of his control snapped. He gripped my hips and pounded into me, balls slapping my butt with every deep thrust. “Fuck, baby. Your perfect little pussy is milking my cock.”
He hooked my legs around his waist and grabbed the headboard for leverage. Then he slammed in hard and fast, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Oh yeah. Fuck, you feel incredible. Squeeze that pussy. Just like that.” He shifted, grinding against my clit with every drive.
I clenched hard around him, teetering on the edge. “So close.”
“Come all over my dick while I fill you up.”
A pinch to my clit sent me flying. I screamed his name as I shattered, pulsing around him.
