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The conflict ebbed. The two feelings molded into one. Where pain ended, pleasure began, until it was only one sensation.

One I was desperately clawing to take.

Him.

“This pussy is mine, Sam,” he rasped, the possessive note lashing against my skin. “Your body is mine. And you’ll come when I say so.”

A moan was my only response.

His movements were relentless. My core burned with his obsessive need for me.

But my secret, the one I could no longer avoid keeping, was that I needed him just as badly.

Every muscle inside me tightened as I surged toward an orgasm. My thighs trembled. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would have collapsed. The tiles rubbed against my nipples, which ached. Oh, heavens did they ache!

The monster bent and sank his teeth into the side of my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body tightening in response.

“You’re going to rip my cock off,” he hissed.

I panted, struggling to draw in a proper breath as he thrust into me. “Maybe you deserve it.”

His tongue slid gently over the bite. “I do. But then, you’ll never have this again.”

The words were punctuated with another snap of his hips. Between my legs, he slapped my pussy.

I yelped in response.

Everything about him was intense. There was nothing gentle in the way he fucked me. It was a terrible cocktail of possession and dominance.

I was trapped.

Helpless.

His.

As if he read my thoughts, his voice dropped to a scary octave. “Show me you’re mine, beautiful. Come for me. Now!”

The release wasn’t something I could stop if I wanted to. I didn’t want to. He sucked on my pulse, he pinched my clit, his touch dug into my hips—and his cock pounded into me.

I exploded.

A cry rang from my lips. Muscles tightened, and my pussy clenched his thick shaft.

“Sam!” he roared, moving faster, pushing deeper.

Even if I knew his name, I wouldn’t be able to call out for him. I was spiraling, twisting and falling as pleasure crashed over me.

My knees buckled, but his arm was there. It wrapped around my waist and kept me from falling. He pulled me off the wall, still buried inside me, and held me close.

He has me.

I dropped my head back against his shoulder. Tremors ran through me as my heart tried to pump enough oxygen to each extremity.

Lifting the knuckles of his other hand, the monster grazed his touch down my cheek, the thrill of his dark possession of me alight in his eyes.

Chapter 16 – Samantha

After being gently rinsed off and dried, the masked man took me to bed. I was limp in the best way possible. Questions about birth control, safe sex, and his wound didn’t come until my morning coffee. By then, he was gone and unable to answer.