I shake my head, desperate, breathless.
“You’re not ashamed they saw what we are, are you?”
“No—fuck—no?—”
His thumb drags under my lip. “Then let them watch.” His voice cuts savage, sharp, fucking brutal. “Let them see who you belong to.”
His mouth crashes to mine, wrecked, desperate, his hands dragging the chain tighter. “Let them watch you beg me to keep you.”
I sob into his kiss.
“Let them see I’m never fucking letting you go.” His breath splits against my throat. “Let them see they can’t fucking have you.” His cock grinds against me, sharp and filthy. “Let them see I’ll always get to you first.”
And I want them to see. I want them to see I’m his. Because I already fucking am.
His breath breaks against my throat, his grip locking me tighter like he’ll never be done. “You’re not theirs.” His voice cuts dangerous. “You’re mine.”
His cock grinds against me, brutal and filthy, dragging over the ache he left inside me like he’s about to claim it all over again. “They think they can fucking watch you?” His laugh shudders, low and wrecked. “Let them.”
His hand fists in my hair, snapping my head back until I can’t look anywhere but at him. “Let them see who you beg for.” His breath cracks against my lips. “Let them see how you fall apart when I touch you.”
I sob for him, already rocking into him, desperate to be claimed again. “You’re going to scream for me this time.” His hand slides between my legs, dragging filthy, relentless circles. “You’re going to scream so fucking loud they remember you belong to me.”
His cock slams inside me in one sharp, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of my lungs. I choke on a gasp, my bodysnapping into his grip. “That’s it.” His pace grinds deeper, harder. “You feel that?”
“Yes—fuck—Damien?—”
“You feel how deep I am inside you?” I sob, clawing at his arms. “You think they can ever get this deep?”
His mouth crashes to mine, savage, filthy, desperate. “No one else gets to know you like this.” His hand snaps the chain tighter, his cock slamming harder. “No one else gets to hear the way you beg.”
His pace shudders, wild, manic. “No one else gets to see the way you fucking fall apart.”
I sob for him, burning for him. “You’re mine.”
“Yes—fuck—yes?—”
His teeth scrape my throat, his grip bruising. “You’ll cum for me now.” His thumb drags hard against my clit, sharp and filthy. “You’ll fucking scream for me now.”
I break. I shatter on a sob so sharp it tears through the room. He doesn’t stop. His pace slams harder, faster, brutal, driving me through the aftershocks.
“That’s it.” His voice cuts wrecked. “Scream for me.”
I cry out, desperate, falling apart.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes—yes—yours?—”
“Say it louder.”
“Yours—fuck—yours?—”
His breath fractures. “You’re not theirs.”
“No—no—fuck—never?—”
“You’re mine.”
