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“Ryden, don’t fucking make me…”

I squirmed, my pulse racing, straining against him.

Ryden’s grip on my hair tightened just enough to make me gasp, his lips ghosting along my ear, as he chuckled. Low and dark.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice mocking. “So quick to beg. I thought you were stronger than that.”

My cheeks flushed, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch.

“I’m not begging,”

His laughter was taunting.

Bastard.

“Oh, really?” His fingers trailed along my spine. “So you’d rather be stubborn?”

He whirled us around until I was looking up at him.

“Maybe,” I said, lifting my chin.

“So be it,” he said, his voice soft, almost a dare. “Let’s see how long you last,” he said before he pushed his cock inside. Once, twice, stop. Oh, fuck.

I clawed, cut.

He pinned my wrists above my head as he leaned in, his lips just an inch from mine, but he didn’t kiss.

“Ryden…”

“You look like you’re ready to surrender.” His cock teased my opening, as his hand found my clit.

“Yes. Please.”

“That’s it, love. So fucking greedy, so fucking insatiable.” His voice was smug as my eyes fluttered close. “Do you understand who’s in control now?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “For this time.”

“Say it louder,” he demanded, as his fingers traced along my jaw, a mixture of gentle and possessive.

“Yes. You’re in control,” I managed to scream out. His eyes gleamed in approval.

“Remember that,” he said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip, his voice hungry. “Because I don’t plan to go easy on you, not after all that attitude, my love.”

I couldn’t help the small, defiant look that flashed across my face, and he noticed.

“You still think you’re going to test me, don’t you?” he asked, almost amused.

I shook my head, wishing he’d already let me come, and not torture me to death.

“No.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to fill that pussy, and you’re going to take it all in. When I’m done, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”

I shivered at his words.

“I belong to no one.”

“You,” he grunted, pressing into me. “Belong.” Thrusting harder, he looked at me. “To me.”