She smirked, her nails digging into my arms, leaving faint marks on my skin. Her breath was hot against my lips as she whispered, “Stop asking questions and show me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
With a swift motion, I spun her around, pressing her against the wall. My hands slid up her thighs, the fabric of her dress bunching around her waist. I could feel the lace of her panties, a flimsy barrier between us. She gasped as I hooked my fingers into them, tearing them aside with a sharp tug. Her wetness greeted me, her pussy throbbing and ready.
“So fucking ready for me,” I muttered, my dick already straining against the confines of my sweatpants.
I pushed her dress up further, bending her over the edge of the bed. Her ass perched perfectly in the air, a sight that made my mouth water.
I slapped her ass cheek hard, the sound reverberating in the room. “This is what you want, isn’t it? To be taken, to be mine?”
She moaned, her head falling back, her hair spilling across the sheets. “Yes,” she hissed, her voice thick with desire. “But don’t you dare think I’m yours to own.”
Her words only fueled my determination. I growled in response, letting my sweatpants fall to the floor. My cock sprang free, thick and hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. I gripped her hips, lining myself up, then thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying myself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
She cried out, her nails clawing at the sheets, her body trembling as I began to move. I pounded into her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. “Say it,” I demanded, my voice rough, my thrusts driving the air from her lungs. “Say you’re mine.”
She shook her head, her eyes wild, her body arching back against me. “Never,” she panted, her voice strained.
“Then I’ll make you,” I snarled, gripping her hair, pulling her head back as I fucked her harder, faster. My control was slipping, my need for her overwhelming.
Her walls clenched around me, her pussy milking my cock, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me,” I commanded, my voice a growl. “Come on my dick, Julietta.”
She screamed, her body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices flooding around me. I held her there, her trembling body pinned beneath mine, my cock still buried deep inside her. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.
I pulled out and stepped back from the bed. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath, flushed and trembling.
"On your knees," I ordered, pushing her head down toward my cock.
She hesitated, her eyes flashing with defiance, but then she opened her mouth, her wet lips wrapping around me. Her tongue swirled as she took me deep, her throat swallowing me down. I groaned, my hands tangling in her auburn hair, guiding her as she sucked me off. Her mouth was hot and tight, her lips moving up and down with a rhythm that had me on the edge.
“That’s it,” I muttered, my voice thick with need. “Take it all.”
But as her lips moved, her eyes met mine, and in them, I saw the same fire, the same challenge. She wasn’t mine to own, not yet. And as I felt my orgasm building, my balls tightening, I knew this wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.
I pulled her head back, my cock slipping from her mouth, her lips glistening with my pre-cum.
“Not done with you yet,” I growled, pushing her back onto the bed, her legs spread wide. I shed my sweatpants completely, kicking them aside. I hovered above her, my hands gripping her wrists, holding her down. “But this,” I said, thrusting back into her, “this is just the start.”
Her eyes widened as I began to move again, her body arching beneath me, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air. But as I looked down at her, her fiery eyes meeting mine, I knew this wasn’t just about control or possession. It was about choice, about building something together.
And as I felt her walls clench around me again, her body trembling on the edge of another orgasm, I realized the future was unwritten, and as I thrust deeper, harder, I knew it would be anything but predictable.
Julietta’s defiance, her strength, her fire—they called to something in me, something beyond the cold, calculated man I presented to the world. At that moment, I knew I wasn’t just taking her. I was claiming her, not as property, but as a partner in this dance of powerand passion. And as her body shattered around me, her cries filling the room, I whispered against her ear, “This is just the beginning, Julietta. You’re not mine to own, but I’ll make you mine in every way that matters.”
I realized somewhere between the kiss and the moment we collapsed into my bed that I had never been more terrified or more certain of anything in my life.
This woman was going to either save me or destroy me.
Possibly both.
CHAPTER 14
Julietta
