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“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me?”

I make a slight sound around him. He laughs softly, a dark sound that makes me clench with unexpected need.

“Fuck,” he says, thrusting deeper, making me gag slightly. “I can see how turned on you are. Your nipples are hard. Your cheeks are flushed.” He pulls back slightly, allowing me to breathe. “I bet if I touched you right now, you’d be wet.”

I squeeze my thighs together, embarrassed because he’s right. Despite everything, the threats, the power imbalance, the sheer wrongness of this situation, my body is responding to him with eager surrender.

Marco establishes a rhythm, moving in and out of my mouth, his hand firm on the back of my head. I hollow my cheeks, using my tongue along the underside of his shaft. His breathing grows heavier, his grip on my hair tightening.

I can feel him losing control. His hips jerk forward, a low groan escaping him as he hits the back of my throat. I can feel the tremor in his fingers digging into my scalp. He tries to standstill and remain in control, but his body fails him. The rhythm of his thrusts grows erratic, and his breath comes in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, Aria,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. There’s a wildness in them now, a desperation that wasn’t there before. He’s not the calm, collected Marco anymore. He’s a man on the edge, and I’m the one pushing him there. I don’t know when the power shifted—but I feel it now, in the way his control unravels under my mouth.

And I like what I can reduce him to. Without thinking, I smile around his cock as I feel his cock begin to pulsate, thinking he might just finish this way.

He pulls away suddenly, his chest heaving. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, looking up at him with wide eyes. He stares down at me, his expression raw and hungry. “Not yet,” he pants, gripping my arms. “I want to feel all of you.”

My legs are shaky as I rise to my feet. He studies me for a long moment, then turns me around, pressing me face-first against the wall. The cool surface is a shock against my heated skin.

His hand slides around my waist, then lower, fingers finding the slick evidence of my arousal. I bite my lip to hold back a moan.

“Just as I thought,” he says into my ear, his fingers circling my entrance teasingly. “Soaking wet. Tell me, Aria, do you always get this excited when you learn you could be in danger?”

“No,” I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“No?” He pushes one finger inside me, making me gasp. “So it’s just around me then?”

He adds a second finger, curling them in a way that makes my knees buckle. His other arm wraps around my waist, holding me up as he continues his merciless exploration.

“Answer me,” he demands, his thumb finding my clit.

“Yes,” I choke out. “Just you.”

He makes a satisfied sound, increasing the pace of his fingers. “You lied about who you are, but your body can’t lie to me. It knows who it belongs to.”

I should protest this claim, but I can only press back against his hand, craving more friction. All I can do is hold back from screaming that I am his. I won’t say it unless he asks—I can’t, because it feels too close to the truth. His fingers press against me, driving me swiftly toward the edge.

“Not yet,” he says, reading my body. He withdraws his hand, leaving me empty and aching. “I’m not done with you.”

He spins me around again, lifting me effortlessly. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the nearby sofa. He sits, positioning me on his lap, his still-clothed chest against my naked breasts. The fabric of his shirt is rough against my sensitive nipples.

“Come take what you want,” he murmurs, sliding his hands down my ass as I straddle him. “Let me see how badly you need me.”

I sink down on him slowly, adjusting to his size. He fills me completely, stretching me in a way that borders on pain but quickly transforms into pleasure. His hands grip my hips, helping me establish a rhythm.

“This is what happens,” he says through gritted teeth, “when you try to deceive me.” He thrusts up hard, making me cry out. “I find out everything.” Another thrust. “I take what’s mine.” And another. “And I make sure you never forget who’s in control.”

His words send jolts of dark pleasure through my body. I ride him faster, chasing the building pressure inside me. One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit again.

“You’re close,” he observes, his voice strained. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

I nod frantically, beyond words now. My thighs tremble with the effort of maintaining our pace.

“Not until I say,” he warns, slowing his thrusts deliberately. His fingers continue their maddening circles on my clit, keeping me on the edge without letting me fall over. “Look at me.”

I force my heavy eyelids open, meeting his intense gaze.

“Who do you belong to now?” he asks.