I am hers, and Talia is mine.
Tati
The night’s events catapult toward me before I can get a handle on them. My emotions throat punch me, determined to thaw the ice around my heart.
Nope. We aren’t doing that.
Genuine fear assaults me. Feelings are for other people—the ones who are whole.Not me.
“Focus on me, little fox,” Brax orders. “I won’t have anything less than your undivided attention. I need you to be present when I brand this pussy with my name.”
I don’t know why his “knock you over the head with a club and throw you over his shoulder,” caveman-style has my pussy clenching. And it’s in the very moment he thrusts forward, completely seating himself inside me until our pubic bones kiss.
“Fuck,” I scream, but he doesn’t give me any time to adjust. Brax’s hips roll forward, his dick slightly curving upward as his shaft grazes my G-spot.
Gripping the back of my neck, Brax lifts my head as he leans back, giving me the perfect view of his cock pumping into me. “That’s my dirty fucking girl. Look how well your pussy takes me, little fox. It recognizes who it belongs to.”
Entranced, I lift my hips to match his pace, enjoying the sight of the way we fit. I’ll never admit that, though.
I don’t do commitments. I won’t get entangled with anyone romantically beyond fucking—pure, unadulterated fucking. Once both parties are sated, I disappear without a trace. It’s how I’ve protected my heart from ever feeling the broken emptiness that comes with the levels of betrayal the wolves in sheep’s clothing forced me to experience.
He’s different.
I mentally slap the part of me thatthinkswe need a deeper connection to Brax. The thought alone is terrifying. Couple that with his unabashed proclamations.
I refuse to allow it.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, thrust back into the present. Brax’s free hand is between my thighs, his fingers rubbing staccato concentric circles on my clit. “Please.” The wanton need drowns out all concerns about commitment and feelings as the possessive asshole currently fucking me rewires my brain.
All I see is him and me, irrevocably tied together. The thought alone should make me want to throw up a little in my mouth. Instead, my nails dig into his forearms, a branding of my own kind—a marking that signals “he has someone he fucks and fucks well.” So, heed the warning, lest you become the next face on a missing persons poster.
“Ohh, god… fuuuckk,” I groan, shamelessly as his pace picks up, both of us sensing what’s coming, and I clench around him at the idea that we’d be that synced.
“Eyes on me,” he growls.
At first, I refuse, knowing the connection it would bridge—the liar it would make. But his fingers abruptly stop, and I whimper at the loss.
“You’re so beautifully stubborn, Talia,” Brax murmurs.
My lips part, ready to lob back a smartass retort, but fingers, coated in the evidence that he’s more than a fuck are shoved into my mouth. “Taste how well we fit together.” He swirls his fingers, and the salty sweetness dances across my taste buds.
He doesn’t have to command it. My lips wrap around his digits and suck.
“Jesus, Talia,” he grunts, his smooth thrust jerking as I ride him. “Suck,” is all he manages to get out before he yanks his fingers from my mouth.
Smirking, I meet his eyes in challenge. “We taste delectable,” I tease, gliding my tongue across my lips. Then, I roll my hips back, lifting myself until only the crown of his dick remains. My grin grows as I clench and unclench before slamming down.
A strained moan is my reward, and I eat up the win. Not finished, I lift again, this time grinding up and down, my ass bouncing against his muscular thighs before his grip tightens around my throat and he yanks me forward, his mouth by my ear—his breath caressing the spot behind my ear, before he whispers, “I want you to take this dick, like the dirty girl I know you are, Talia. Claim me as much as I claimed you.” and I shiver.
I want to protest the accusations, but it’d be a lie. Instead, I increase my pace, my walls spasming around him.
“Shit… fuck… motherfucker…” The expletives rapidly fire from his mouth, and I know he’s on the cusp of coming. I can feel him lengthen inside me.
Giddiness leaks from every inch of my body. Smug satisfaction paints my face as I internally cheer at having the upper hand.
Brax must sense it, because in the next moment, his arms curl under mine until his hands are on my shoulders.
It’s my turn to scream out in ecstasy as he holds me in place, his hips bucking up, making me take every single inch of his dick.
