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Adriansnatches my neck and slams me against a wall, the stucco cool and textured against my back.

“Whatare you doing?”Iyell.

“I’mgonna break you, princesa.”

Hisvoice is far too calm—all the alarms blare in my head, screaming, “DANGER!RUN!”

Thosesinfully delicious lips graze mine. “I’mgonna break you over and over soIcan take the pieces of you that are savage and feral and keep them for myself.”Hisfingertips brush over my cheek. “Thoseparts of you belong to me.”

Iswallow hard. “Andthe rest of me?”

Asmirk pulls up the corner of his mouth. “I’llkeep breaking you untilIhave every single piece.”

“I’mnot a fucking collectible,”Ignarl.

Hechuckles under his breath, the smirk on his face turns devilish right before he throws me to the floor andIcatch myself on my hands and knees.

“Youwanna play hard to get?”Hekneels behind me. “I’llfuck that right outta you.”

Adrianforces my head against the cold tile beforeIhave the chance to get up.Hisbreath is hot and heavy over my skin as he thrusts inside me.

Reachingaround, my hands flail, desperate to slap him off. “Dree, stop it!”

Hispace slows, his body heat raging like a bonfire over my flesh. “Ifyou want me to stop, say it.”

“Stop.”

“Safeword, princesa.”Hiships snap sharply, andIyelp. “Saythe safe word if you want me to stop.”

Onesimple word—one that isn’tstopbut commands the same action.

IfIdon’t use that word,Iwon’t have to let go of the pleasure only he can give me whenI’mon my knees, bent over on a hard floor as his balls slap my clit and he takes me whetherIwant it or not.

IfIdon’t say it, he won’t stop.

Theonly thing that leaves my throat is a whimper fromAdrian’scock filling me deeply.

Hechuckles. “What’sit like telling yourself you won’t do this ever again, but you keep finding yourself with my dick buried in your pussy?”

Adriandrives himself so deeply that my toes curl.

Fuck, he feels too good like this.

Rough.

Desperate.

Hated.

“Youwant me to fuck you like the whore you are for me?”

“I’mnot your whore.”

Hepistons harder into my ass, the sound of wet skin slapping consuming the room. “You’remine, princesa.”Thrust. “Mywhore.”Pound. “Mypersonal fuck toy.”

Theroots of my hair burn as he yanks me up from the floor.Icrash into his sweaty body; his hand circles my throat and his lips come to my ear. “Mygirlfriend.”

Ihold my breath, letting those words consume me asAdrian’shand sinks down my stomach.