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Fucking asshole.

I close the door so hard the frame rattles.

Who the hell does he think he is? Talking to me like I’m disposable trash who shouldn’t even breathe the same air as him or his daughter.

The worst part is…he’s not entirely wrong. I don’t belong in her world. I never will.

But I’m not letting him hand her over to that old man without a fight.

I watch the camera feed until Maverick’s car pulls away, followed shortly by Finn’s. The second both vehicles are out of sight, I yank on a shirt and storm toward the main house.

By the time I reach the upstairs hallway, rational thought is gone. The image of her and Charles makes me sick with a dark, desperate need to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

I shove the door open.

Grace bolts upright in bed, startled and half-asleep. “Drew? What’s⁠—”

I slam the door behind me and cross the room in three strides.

“We’re leaving,” I say “Today. You and me. I’m not asking anymore.”

Her eyes widen. “What⁠—”

I climb onto the bed and pin her beneath me, caging her with my body. “I’m done pretending. You’re mine.”

I kiss her hard, claiming her mouth. For half a second she melts, kissing me back with that wild hunger I crave. Then she pulls away just enough to gasp, “Someone could hear⁠—”

“They’re gone,” I growl.

That’s all it takes.

She reaches for me, palming my cock through my sweatpants, stroking me with greedy fingers like she’s starving for it.

I rip the blankets off her in one motion. She’s completely naked underneath, and the sight of her perfect curves and tight nipples makes me lose my mind. She’s so perfect it hurts.

I shove my sweatpants down just enough, freeing my cock. Then I flip her onto her hands and knees, yank her hips back, and thrust into her in one deep, brutal stroke.

Grace cries out, loud and broken, her walls clenching around me. I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard—deep, possessive strokes that slap against her ass with every thrust.

She pushes back to meet me, greedy and desperate, taking every inch like she needs it more than air. Her moans turn filthy and shameless, filling the room as she starts to lose herself. Her back arches, her fingers fist the sheets, and she’s shaking, moaning my name between gasps.

I lean over her, one hand sliding around to rub her clit in tight circles while I keep pounding into her. Her whole body trembles as she gets closer and closer. Her moans get higher, more desperate, until she’s almost sobbing with pleasure.

Only then do I tighten my grip in her hair and pull her head back.

“Who do you belong to?” I rasp against her ear. I slow my thrusts deliberately, dragging every inch in and out until she’s shaking with frustration.

She whimpers, completely wrecked, barely able to form words.

I drive into her harder, grinding against that spot that makes her lose her mind. “Say it, Grace.”

Her voice breaks into a shattered moan. “You—oh god—you.”

The words rip out of her like she couldn’t stop them if she tried. The sound of her saying it hits me like a drug straight to the veins.

I groan low in my throat and slam into her harder, losing the last thread of my control. A few more brutal thrusts and I come with a deep, guttural groan, filling her in thick, hot pulses while she’s still trembling and whimpering beneath me.

But I don’t stop. I keep moving, grinding against that perfect spot inside her until her orgasm hits. She cries out, clenching around me so tightly it drags another groan from my chest.