"Turn over," he commanded.
She hesitated.
"Now, Nimisha."
She turned onto her stomach, her heart pounding.
His hands gripped her hips, pulling them up so she was on her knees, her face pressed into the pillow. Exposed. Vulnerable.
"This is how I want you tonight," he said, his voice rough. "Ass in the air, completely at my mercy."
She heard the rustle of fabric as he removed his boxers, then felt the bed dip as he positioned himself behind her.
"Spread your legs wider."
She obeyed, shame and arousal warring inside her.
His hand came down on her ass—not hard enough to truly hurt, but enough to sting. She gasped.
"That's for lying to me earlier," he said. "Tell me you weren't jealous."
"I—"
Another slap, on the other cheek.
"The truth, Nimisha."
"Fine!" Her voice was muffled by the pillow. "I was jealous. Happy?"
"Deliriously." His fingers hooked into her panties and yanked them down. "Now tell me why."
"Because she—because you—"
"Because I was gentle with her." His hand smoothed over the slight sting he'd created. "Because I smiled at her. Because I let her touch me."
"Yes."
"And you wanted that for yourself."
She couldn't answer. Couldn't admit that much.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She turned her head, meeting his eyes over her shoulder.
His expression was intense, possessive, dark with hunger. "I'll never be gentle with you, Nimisha. That's not what we are. What we have is raw. Primal. I don't smile and laugh and share sweet memories with you."
Each word was like a knife to her chest.
"But what I do with you?" He thrust into her without warning, seating himself fully in one brutal stroke. She cried out, her body struggling to accommodate the sudden intrusion. "What I do with you is something I'll never do with anyone else. You understand?"
He didn't give her time to adjust. He simply pulled back and thrust again, setting a punishing rhythm that had her seeing stars.
"You're mine," he growled, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises tomorrow. "Only mine. No one else gets to touch this body. No one else gets to hear these sounds. No one else gets to feel you come apart."
His words were possessive, claiming, and they shouldn't mean as much as they did.
But they did.
