But I needed more. Every inch. It wasn’t enough that I’d claimed her pussy.
Now I needed to claim her tight little ass.
When I pushed her down on the couch, she purred and reached for me.
I eased onto one knee, studying her features in the glow of light. She was truly stunning. While I needed answers, being with her, claiming her seemed far more important than anything else.
The rest of the world could wait until I’d had my fill.
And that was far from being over.
As soon as I turned her over onto her stomach, she pushed up from the cushion.
“What are you doing?”
I raked my nails down her spine, tapping her bottom with my hand. “Laying claim.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning,” I whispered harshly as I thrust my cock back into her sweet nirvana. “You belong to me, sweet Josette. For as long as I desire.”
The woman was mine.
Mine to keep and protect.
Mine to fuck.
And mine to lock away.
CHAPTER 23
Josette
What was it about the powerful man I couldn’t seem to get enough of? How could I hunger as much as I’d done, becoming unraveled from his touch alone?
Panting, I pushed up from the cushions, almost laughing seeing just how comfortable Indiana had made himself on the other end of the couch. He was snoring, completely unaware his mommy dog was being fucked like an animal.
And that she loved every moment of it.
Yet the same woman felt guilty, realizing every time the powerful man said her name, it was one big lie.
How had I allowed myself to get into this position? Why was my entire little world crumbling right before my eyes?
Could Sinclair help me? Would he even want to when he learned the truth? My eyes burned from the ache behind them and the few tears I’d shed. More out of frustration than anything.
I’d sensed the moment he’d walked into the room something had changed. In him. In me. In whatever we were doing. I’d felt the tension in the room and had seen the difference in his eyes just moments before.
He was holding his temper, waiting for me to confess all my sins.
I felt like some bad little girl who’d been caught red-handed stealing a toy yet forced to wait for her punishment for hours.
The feel of his cock throbbing deep inside reminded me how intense our connection was, now electric every touch had become. He was making good on reminding me that he wasn’t a man who allowed the word ‘no’ in his vocabulary.
I shuddered inwardly as he pulled out, plunging into me again. The angle was different, the sensations rocketing through me like pings of the most intense heat possible.
Sinclair fisted my hair and planted his foot on the floor, sliding in and out with savage thrusts.
And every inch of my skin tingled even as the anticipation of what needed to be said weighed heavily on my mind. Whatever we were doing had nothing to do with love or even romance. This was about control and fulfilling needs. Yet with every stroke of his cock, I was whisked away into a safer place, one where I knew he would honor his promise of protecting me.
