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“What was that?” Sloane called.
“Nothing,” I said. Impatient to have my hands on her again, I shoved aside the curtain and stepped inside, letting the fabric fall back into place behind me.
Sloane was completely naked, except for her panties, and a groan rumbled deep from my chest.
“Christ, lass.”
Her mouth parted.
Pinning her arms above her head, I held them against the mirror, making her arch her back and stick out her fantastic tits. I let her see the feral, possessive side of me peer out.
She released a shuddered breath.
Leaning down, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, causing the already rigid peak to harden even further. Switching my attention to her other breast, I gave her other nipple the same treatment, pressing her wrists more tightly to the mirror. I wanted her caged in with no escape. Transferring both of her hands into one of mine, I reached down between her legs and found her soaked.
Into her ear, I growled, “I’m going to take you, Sloane. Hard. Fast. Dirty. Right here.”
She mewled, jutting her breasts out even more.
Lowering the zipper of my slacks, I pulled my cock free and dragged it through her slick pussy. Her whole body trembled, and she widened her stance.
Fuck, I needed both my hands on her. Glancing up, I saw a railing—one that was designed to have hangers hooked onto it—bolted to the wall. Guiding her hands into place, I told her, “Hang on. Don’t take your hands off, or I’ll take my belt to your sweet ass.”
She blinked at me with longing in her eyes, and I smiled. She liked that idea.
“You want me to spank you, my dirty girl?”
She writhed. Moaned. Begged me wordlessly to do it.
Gripping the end of my belt, I pulled it through the loops of my slacks slowly, heightening her senses with the softswooshof the leather. “Turn around.”
Sloane repositioned herself to face the mirror, her arms still stretched above her head. Folding the belt over itself, I created a loop of leather, running it gently over her sensitive flesh. Her hips flexed like it was my cock between her thighs.
Drawing back a few inches, I flicked the end of the belt at her right ass cheek, my dick twitching with the crack of leather and the sweet moan that followed. I repeated the stroke on her left ass cheek, soothing the sting away with my palm. Her skin already felt hot from the strikes, and the tip of my dick wept.
“Again,” she moaned, sticking her ass out as an offering. “Again. Please.”
I struck her twice more on each cheek, rubbing and massaging the pain away an instant later. Her ass had taken on a lovely shade of pink.
My dick was like a steel bat now. I pressed into her, crowding her against the mirror. My dick—impatient to get inside her—slid in between her legs. Reaching down, I positioned the blunt head at her opening and pushed inside. Her cunt was slick with desire, with need, with fucking wanting.
Fucking into her, I reached around and rubbed her clit, staring at our reflection in the mirror. Her face was slack, her eyes shut, as she gave herself up to my body. My other hand wrapped around her throat, my thumb pressing into the pounding pulse at the side of her neck.
I thrust into her, my pace slow and deep and possessive. I wanted her sore after this, to think about it at dinner. With my mouth on the other side of her neck, I kissed her slowly. She tasted like vanilla again, and I fucking savored it.
Her inner muscles started to contract, and I knew she was close. Releasing my hold on her throat, I leaned forward and bit the side of her neck. A shudder wracked through her. I couldn’t believe this beautiful creature was letting me possess her like this.Possession.That was what I wanted. Complete and utter possession of her. I didn’t want to share her.
I didn’t want to give her up.
“Grayson, please,” she whimpered. “Make me come.”
With renewed effort, I sank into her as far as I could before pulling back and slamming into her once more. My balls slapped at the front of her pussy from the force of my thrusts, and the sound of our sex—my grunts, her moans—shoved me over the edge.
We came together, my orgasm setting off hers—her inner walls milking my cock, greedily, accepting every last drop of my cum. Her arms were shaking when I finally came down from the euphoric high. Reaching up, I unhooked her fingers and turned her in my arms. Her expression was slack, her mouth open, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“You’re mine, Sloane,” I whispered fiercely against her mouth. “I don’t give a fuck about Finnan. Or my duty to the clan. You. Are. Mine.”
TWENTY
