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“You’ll touch me when I say you can.” I sit back and slide myself down his body until I feel his cock against me. We both feel it, and his hips drive up. “I’m not going back on birth control, Axl.”

He chuckles. “Good. Why do you think I’ve been fucking that pussy so much? You didn’t think I lost interest in that tight ass, did you?”

This cocky son of a bitch.

“That’s not the point, Axl.”

“Then tell me the point while I’m fucking my pussy.” He bucks his hips, which rubs his cock along my ass.

“The point is that it’s my choice.” I reach down and grip his jaw. “I’m choosing you. To be your wife, to have your children, to have this life together.”

His jaw flexes under my fingers, and he stops moving. The cockiness is gone. He stares up at me, and I can see his throat working. “It’s not even a choice for me.” His eyes don’t leave mine. “It was always going to be you, Saylor.”

I come up on my knees and position myself over his dick, then slide down, taking all of him. His head drops back against the pillow, and his hands grip the ties. I press both palms flat against his chest and lean down and kiss the letters I wrote on him.

“Eyes on me.” I roll my hips and he groans. “My king is going to watch while I fuck him.”

CHAPTER 62

AXL

Fuck, my heathen is sexy as hell. I could easily get my hands free. But I’ll always give my girl what she wants, right before I take what I want from her. Marriage is about balance and compromise, right?

I can’t wait to have her name on my chest. I’m proud of my girl, and I’ll be even more proud the day that I can finally make her my wife.

Her tits are in my face, and I just want to lick her hard, pierced nipples. Her hands are pressed flat against my chest, right over where she wrote her name on me in Sharpie. She’s grinding slow enough to make me lose my goddamn mind.

I pull against the ties, knowing I can’t wait much longer before I’m done letting her have her fun. My girl is making her point, but she wants me to own and dominate her.

She rolls her hips and squeezes around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to make me come faster than I want. She leans down, and her lips brush my ear. “How do you like being fucked by your queen?”

“I love it, baby.” I thrust my hips up hard, making her bounce on my dick. “But my queen knows what happens when she pushes too far.”

She licks along my jaw. “Maybe I want to push you too far.”

That’s my fucking girl.

She grips my throat, and her mischievous green eyes focus on mine. “Are you a good boy or a bad boy?”

I rip my left hand free, and the tie snaps against the headboard. Her eyes go wide, and I grab her hip with my free hand, digging my fingers into her skin. She tries to pull away, but I hold her down on my cock.

“Where do you think you’re going, little heathen?”

“Axl—” She’s grinning. She wanted this. She’s been pushing to see when I’ll snap.

I yank my right hand free, but she’s off me before I can grab her. She’s fast—bare feet on the hardwood. She’s naked, laughing as she clears the bedroom door and disappears into the penthouse.

I sit up. My cock is throbbing. My girl wants me all worked up so I’ll chase her down and remind her who she’s marrying.

I grab the mask off the floor where she tossed it and pull it over my face. Then I grab a belt and a few ropes and drape them around my neck. “You better hide, baby.” I call out to her. “Once I find you, I’ll fuck you. And I’m going to make it rough.”

I hear her giggle from somewhere in the penthouse, and then she tries to muffle herself. She wants me to find her. My heathen needs to be dominated. That’s how she exerts her control.

I step into the hallway. The penthouse is dark except for the city lights pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I can see the living room, the kitchen, the open stretch of marble and glass that my father designed to impress clients. Right now it’s a hunting ground for my girl.

My cock is hard, and my girl is naked somewhere in this suite. Once I find her, I’m tying her up and filling her with my cum. Maybe if I get her pregnant, Dane will let me marry her before I get my brand.

“You want me to make it hurt, heathen?” I move through the living room. My eyes adjust to the dark, and I check behind the couch. She’s not there. “You’re going to choke on my dick for getting me worked up like this.”