He doesn’t give me a second to breathe. He fucks me like he’s lost control. Like he wants to brand me. To make me never forget who I belong to now.
Each thrust is harder than the last. Fast. Deep. No rhythm, just possession.
“Who owns this pussy?” he grits out.
I shake my head, but he tightens his grip on my throat and slams in harder.
“Who the fuck owns it, Mara?”
“You do,” I choke out. “You fucking do.”
He groans like I just fed him something he’s been starving for. “You’re goddamn right I do.”
His free hand slides down my spine and fists my hair, yanking my head back so he can watch me.
“I want to see your face when I ruin you.”
His cock hits something deep that sends a white-hot shock through my core. My knees start to give out, but he holds me up, fucking me harder, meaner.
“Come for me,” he snaps. “Fucking do it.”
“I…I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can. You’re soaked. You’ve been ready since the second you saw me.” He shoves two fingers between my thighs, rubbing my clit in tight, furious circles while he pounds into me from behind.
That’s all it takes. I shatter. My body jerks and clamps around him, everything going tight and hot and electric. I scream his name, nails clawing at the door as the wave after wave crashes through me.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow. He fucks me through it like he’s trying to wring every last drop out of me.
“Still think you’re in control?” he snarls.
I’m too fucked out to answer this. So he slaps my ass, hard enough to make me cry out.
“You want to act like a brat, you get treated like one.”
He pulls out, flips me around, and lifts me by the thighs. My back hits against the door, legs wrapping around his waist, and his cock slams back into me from the front. We both groan.
He’s deeper this way. Rougher. And I feel every fucking inch.
His mouth crashes onto mine. There’s nothing soft about it. It’s teeth and breath and filthy desperation.
“You think any other man would fuck you like this?” he pants. “Think anyone else would lose their fucking mind over the thought of someone else touching you?”
“No,” I gasp. “Just you.”
“That’s right. Just me.”
His hips jerk faster, slamming me up into the door with every thrust.
“You belong to me now,” he growls. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry out.
He grunts, fingers digging into my ass as he starts to lose rhythm. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours!”
His eyes lock on mine. Wild. Unforgiving. “Fucking mine.”
