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“I don’t know why you’re still doing this, still chasing me. You wanted me gone? I’m gone. You can go and fuck whatever woman you like now because you’ve obviously had your fill of me.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them away with a rough hand. “Now, leave methe fuckalone.”
I made sure I had her attention because the next words I said, I wanted there to be no fucking misunderstandings. “You. Are. Mine.” Grabbing her hand, I jerked her into the café we’d stopped in front of and dragged her through. I felt everyone’s eyes on us as I towed her to the front counter.
“Bathroom,” I barked.
The young woman behind the coffee machine pointed to a door in the back corner of the café. “Over there.”
“Orin, let me go!” Fallon shouted. “Somebody, help me!” she yelled.
Hoisting her over my shoulder, I said, “Nobody is going to help you, Filly. They know who I am. They’ll let me do whatever I please, and whatever I please right now is proving that you made the wrong decision.”
She slammed her fists into the small of my back, and I slapped her on the ass in warning. “Stop. Now.” I used the same dominating tone as before, and just as I suspected it would, the sound of it made her pause. Only for a moment, but it was enough to let me know that things weren’t completely lost between us.
The reprieve from getting punched in the kidneys was short-lived though. She began again, trying to wriggle her way free. I’d made it to the bathroom door, which turned out to be a room with a toilet, sink, and counter. I dropped her roughly onto the counter and locked the door behind us.
Her hair was wild around her face, her cheeks pink from the fight. Fuck, I wanted to taste her again, and as I let my gaze track down her body, I saw her nipples protruding from behind the flimsy fabric of her dress. I grabbed one between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing the aching bud until she gasped.
“You’re mine, Fallon. There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t find you.”
“Fuck you.”
Darkly, I said, “I’d rather fuck you.” I pulled her knees apart, and as desperately as she tried to shut them around my hand, I wouldn’t let her. I kept them open with my hips while I shoved her dress up and pulled the panel of her soaked panties to the side. She made a small whimpering sound, and when I looked up, she slapped my face.
Once.
Twice.
Anger mixed with lust ignited in my blood. I grabbed her wrist before she could strike me a third time. With her other hand, she tried to slap me again, but I captured her just as easily as before. Securing both her wrists in one hand, I stretched her arms above her head and pinned them to the mirror. Her body arched toward me, pushing her breasts in to my face. Leaning forward, I bit one of them, relishing the hoarse cry that left her throat as I licked away the sting.
She squirmed on the counter, her hips rolling in that way that said she wanted my mouth somewhere else. I didn’t trust her not to strike me again, though, so I undid my belt, binding her wrists, then securing a leather loop around the sconce light above the mirror. She pulled against the leather, but nothing moved.
Hooking my finger into the top of her dress, I pulled it down, revealing her lace bra and those nipples I liked to tease so much. Her chest was flushed, her breathing erratic. When I sucked one nipple into my mouth, she moaned. When I pinched the other, her moan turned into something more …
Submission.
“Stay still,” I barked, pleased when she became statue-still. While I licked and sucked and bit at her breasts, I shoved my fingers under her mouth.
“Spit.”
She spat onto my fingers, and I brought my now-soaked digits to her cunt, sliding them inside her. There was no resistance—nothing to stop me from claiming her pussy with a quick, hard finger fuck, and as I started to move inside her, biting her, teasing her, driving her higher, I waited for her inner walls to clench, for her body to give everything to me. I wanted it all. Her pleasure. Her trust. Her fucking love. I was a sick bastard for even thinking I could have her and keep her safe, but I already knew I was selfish. I guessed I could add greedy to the list too.
“Please, sir,” she mewled. “I’m close. So close.”
Releasing her nipple, I leaned back, still pumping my fingers in and out of her. She was holding her body completely still even though I knew she wanted to writhe against the friction. I could see that in the way her legs trembled and her arms shook. She bit her bottom lip, drawing a groan from my throat.
Dropping to my knees, I latched onto her clit with my teeth and bore down. She cried out this time, her legs tightening around the side of my head. She thought she could stop me from tasting her when all she was doing was holding me right where I wanted to be. I sucked on her swollen bud, all the while pumping my fingers in and out of her hot, slick channel.
“Please, please, please …” she started to beg, her words like a litany in church. Only she was worshipping at the altar of the darkness inside me. “Please. Sir!”
Quickly, I yanked my fingers out of her pussy and shoved the zipper down on my jeans. My cock—hard and ready—slid into her, and she came. The feel of me inside her made her come so hard, made her cuntsqueezeso hard, that I grunted and prayed I could hold back my own release.
I thrust into her heat, dropping my head into the crook of her neck and inhaling her ylang-ylang scent. Fuck, it drove me wild knowing I was making her writhe so violently that her body was overstimulating her pleasure. That I had been the one to do that. She fell—boneless—against me as I fucked into her, hitting a spot inside her that I knew I could reach from this angle.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.
“Who do you belong to?” I grunted out, the sound of my balls hitting her pussy driving me to fucking distraction. “Who does this cunt belong to?”
“You,” she moaned. “You. Always you, Orin.”
