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I pushed her body against the hard wood as her palms flattened against it. A sharp breath escaped her, and she side-eyed me. She was trapped, and I loved it.

“Want to finish what you started?” she challenged.

I teased the waistband of her shorts before sliding them down her legs. She was naked underneath. It angered me knowing she was waltzing around the house with next to nothing on in front of whoever was around.

“Never wear these around the house again,” I whispered as I kneed her legs open. I slowly ran my finger along her slit as she let out a shaky breath, giving into me already.

“I won’t beg, Lorenzo,” she murmured.

“We’ll see.” I ran my tongue along her neck, tracing the hickey I gave her, the anticipation building rapidly. “You can’t defy me, Ana.”

I spun her around to face me as her chest began to heave with need and desire. I forced her leg to wrap around my hip while my thigh pressed between hers, keeping her where I wanted her. I sank my fingers deep inside her. Watching her bite back a moan was everything I never knew I needed. Her body was betraying her and I loved it, knowing there was nothing she could do about it but give me all of her.

“You’re so wet for your husband. Good girl,” I growled against her ear. “Even though you hate me.”

I thrusted my fingers into her, hard and relentless, as her body arched into mine. I continued to pin her to the door. My free hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the delicate curve of her neck.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling as my fingers moved faster, pushing her to the edge. She may hate me. She may hate the way I was making her feel. She may even hate the struggle she was having between giving in and letting go or walking away.

“You belong to me, wife.” I hit the spot she needed, and she let out a moan of desire.

“Never.” She gasped, her voice barely audible as she struggled to catch her breath.

I tightened my grip on her hair, digging my fingers into her scalp as I leaned into her, my lips brushing her ear. “Liar,” I whispered.

I curled my fingers inside her, pressing my thumb against her clit. That’s when the control she wanted shattered. A broken, delicious moan escaped her lips as her nails dug into my shoulder. I wasn’t going to let her come yet. I’d lead her to the edge and dangle her there for as long as I wanted.

“Say it,” I demanded, her gasps and moans mingling in the air. “Say who you belong to.”

She bit her lip, forcing herself not to speak, knowing if she did, I’d win. I circled my thumb over her sensitive clit as I continued to fuck her with my fingers.

“I can’t.” It almost sounded like a plea as her eyes flickered open to meet mine.

“Say it, Ana.” With one forceful thrust, her lips parted and I knew she was about to say those words. “You know you want to.”

“I’m yours, you bastard,” she snapped, anger and pleasure mixing within her.

“Too right, you are.” I smirked, sounding all too smug and satisfied as her body shook against mine. “You’re mine whether you like it or not.”

“Lorenzo.” She breathed, but my name was lost in her moans.

“Come for me,” I ordered as she finally let go. Her legs trembled, and she chased the orgasm that surged through her. All the willpower she held when she walked in had vanished from within her.

I released her hair, sliding my hand down her body to grip her hip. Bringing her body against mine, my erection was hard and insistent against her thigh.

“Do you really think this changes anything?” she just about managed to say, her voice weak and unconvincing.

I let out a low chuckle. “It changes everything.” I smiled, brushing my lips against hers before pulling away. “You’re mine now, Ana, and trust me, I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

I let go of her and took a step back, smoothing the wrinkles from my shirt with deliberate movements, trying to act as if our moment hadn't just unravelled me slightly. She leaned against the door, her hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes bright and alive, and I couldn't help but acknowledge how beautiful she looked.

“The only person to make you come will be me. Nobody or nothing else.”

She clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought the urge to scream at me. She may have hated me more than she hated anyone, yet she just came all over my fingers like a good fucking girl.

10

I’d been aloneall evening except for the guards who patrolled the area outside. I had no idea where Lorenzo and his men had gone, but to be honest, I didn’t really care.