Page 45 of Claiming What's His


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“Future wife?” Sue snapped; anger burned in her eyes again as she dropped her hand from her tits to her hips. “You were single just a month ago.”

“Cora and I spent ten years together Sue. The length of time we’ve been together this time means nothing.”

She huffed and looked at me with tight eyes, “Hmm. Well I suppose I’ll see you next month at Luke’s Memorial then.” She said, trying to act like her connection to Mav was deeper than it really was, using a connection to his parents to prove the point.

“Don’t count on it.” I said back, keeping my stare level and steady on hers as she smirked in challenge.

“I’ll see you around Mav.” She said and winked at him before turning on her heel and walking away, shaking her nonexistent ass like she was Shakira on her way out.

“Oh my God! Did you see the way she looked at you?” Reid raved as he fell onto his stool dramatically. “I thought we were going to have a cat fight on our hands.”

“I don’t cat fight Reid, I brawl.” I said, enjoying the way his eyes flared excitedly. I slid from my stool, shaking Mav’s hands off of my hips as I tossed another shooter back. I needed space and some a minute to tamp down my anger. “I’ll be right back.” I said to him and started to walk away.

“Where are you going?” He asked, pulling me to a stop with a hand wrapped around my upper arm until we were nose to nose.

“To pee.” I hissed. “Is that okay,Mav?” I said his name in a nasally condescending way to mimic the way she kept saying it.

His eyes flashed and his hand tightened around my arm. “Let’s go.”

He turned and all but dragged me through the restaurant towards the bathroom, but instead of turning down the hallway towards them he went past them and into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, alarmed as fires and grills flamed up around us as chefs and cooks cleared out of his way through their domain. A man in a chef’s hat and apron saw us and called out in a French accent. “Ah, Mr. Jones! What a pleasure to have you here with us this evening!”

“Francois, I need to use your office.” Mav called back to him, without slowing his steps or waiting for a reply.

“Of course. Help yourself.”

My face flamed as he walked deeper into the kitchen and then towards into the very back of the building towards the loading dock. A single door was closed in the hallway, and he opened it and pushed me through it before following me in and slamming the door shut. The room was dark and there were no windows in it, but it didn’t matter.

He pushed me against the door in the pitch-black darkness until his body pinned mine to the wood and his mouth slammed over mine.

“Mav stop.” I panted as he pushed his thigh between mine and my hips rocked forward, rubbing my clit on his muscled upper leg.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me.” He ground out against my lips as he took both of my wrists in his hand and pinned them to the door above my head. “You’re the only one I even see anymore.”

“I know.” I whispered, pushing my head back into the wood of the door. “I know Mav.”

“Then why are you mad at me?” His lips fell to my neck, and he bit and sucked on the skin, and I felt my panties dampen even more.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Bullshit.” He snapped.

“I’m mad that she exists. I’m mad that there are women out there that know what it feels like to have you so consumed with them that they can’t even think. I’m mad that there are women out there that love you.”

“You’re the only woman that loves me Cora. And you’re the only woman that knows me.”

I scoffed at him and then moaned when he pinched my nipple through my dress. “I need to be fucked Mav. I need to calm down and that’s the only way I’m going to do that right now.”

He slid his hand up my dress and ripped my panties off of me in the next instant. “Take my cock out.” He ordered as he bunched my dress up around my hips and ran his fingers through my pussy, pushing two fingers deep inside of me. “Fuck you’re already soaked for me.”

“I’ve been wet all day for you.” I purred and pulled his cock out through his zipper. “Please fuck me, make me come on your cock and make everyone else fade away.”

He lifted me up and pinned me to the door with his cock nestled against my entrance and then pushed himself into me with one brutal thrust. I gasped and moaned as he stretched me open. He grunted and panted as his large hands squeezed my ass cheeks where they held me up.

“Just like that baby.” I begged. “Fuck me like you own me.”

“I do own you Cora.” He snapped, slamming his cock into me over and over again, rattling the door in the frame. “I own your mind.” Thrust. “I own your heart.” Thrust. “I own your body.” Thrust. “I own your past.” Thrust. “I own your future.”

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