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“Name.”

“God, you’re annoying,” she spat on a frustrated breath, her legs still open and her swollen pussy glistening with arousal. “Why can’t you let it go? I let go of you eavesdropping on my confession; you can let go of this.”

“I don’t think so, baby. Not this.”

“But why?” she pouted. “It was a disaster and not worth mentioning.”

“I need to kill someone, and the man who took your virginity seems like a good start.”

She closed her legs, her eyes like two thunderbolts ready to strike as she stood up, the two of us standing chest-to-chest in the small booth.

“If you’re going to kill him, I’m not telling you,” she hissed.

“It’s either that, or I punish you.”

She shrugged, watching me like she was my equal. She had never been particularly intimidated by my six-foot-three frame.

“You’re already forcing the marriage. What else can you do?”

I bent my head, brushed my lips against her earlobe, and watched her shudder.

“I could torture it out of you.” Her eyes widened with disbelief. “Don’t think I’ll let this go, blondie. I will have that name—you’ll give it to me one way or another.”

I’d never brutally torture her, but she didn’t need to know that.

I watched the delicate skin of her throat bob with her swallow and my dick hardened. I remembered thrusting into her throat. Shit, this woman turned me into a horny teenager all over again.

“B-but…” She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. An attractive blush crept up her neck.

I took advantage of her loss for words.

“Only you can stop me from hurting you,” I said. “Legally, you—and your pussy—are mine.”

“Not yet,” she snapped. “I haven’t married you yet.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” I purred. “Your pussy was mine from the moment you took my cock between your lips five years ago. And if it’s of any comfort, my cock is yours and hasn’t touched another woman since.”

She didn’t need to know that my cock had refused to harden for any woman since our first kiss. That was just too… pathetic.

She tilted her head, watching me with that shimmering gaze. I could practically see her brain working and scheming behind those eyes.

Then she smiled sweetly and her hands came up to my tie, fumbling with it. “Really, or are you just saying that?”

Her fingers worked to loosen my tie and I wondered what she was up to.

“I don’t say things just to say them, Sienna. You should know that by now.”

Her lips pursed, and with my tie finally loosened, she started slowly working the buttons of my vest. Turning us around, she gave me a slow push until I was seated on the priest’s bench. The very same one she just occupied while I pleasured her with my mouth and she moaned my name.

“What are you doing?” Fuck, the way she watched me might make me blow my load.

“You’ll see… baby.” She licked her lips slowly, her hands now working on my belt and my zipper. My cock twitched, painfully hard now. “If your cock is mine, it belongs in my pussy.”

Fuck!

She pulled my cock out, her fingers wrapping around my throbbing length. Then she straddled me and slowly brushed my cock against her hot entrance.

I groaned, a shudder rolling down my spine. My pulse rang in my ears and my cock was painfully engorged, making my hands shake. Fuck.