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"You were all I could think about the entire day," he says. "Every. Fucking. Second."

"I was thinking about you too," I admit.

"Is that why you decided to torture me with this dress?" he asks, tugging down the material until my breasts spill out. "Did you want me to lose my mind?"

He touches me like I'm his possession. I don't understand why I love that so much.

"It fucking worked, Emma," he says. "You shattered my willpower into pieces the moment I saw you tonight. Keeping my hands off you is not something I'm capable of anymore."

His strong arm wraps around my waist before he lifts me.

The way our bodies connect feels like a masterpiece in itself. The breath is knocked out of my lungs when he throws me back down on the bed.

"You look like you were made to be fucked by me," he says. "Like you're an angel who was sent to take care of me. And I have a feeling you'll take very good care of me, little girl."

I can't hide the reaction he has on me when he speaks to me like this.

Knowing the effect I have on him is such a rush. It's a power that's burning through my veins, feeding me delusions and false promises.

Just for tonight, I don't want to think about tomorrow.

I just want to exist in the night. I just want to exist with him.

He takes his shirt off slowly, watching me with hooded eyes as I squirm on the bed. His burning gaze travels down the length of my body, taking in every inch of me.

"Open those thighs for me, Emma," he says. "Let me look at what's mine."

The possessiveness in his tone lights something inside me. It's a fire that will keep burning long after this moment is over.

I glance down at the scars on his chest. He's still wearing the bandages from yesterday, but there are older scars too.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without question," he says, climbing on top of me and resting his palm next to my head. "But maybe you like being disobedient just so I can punish you for it."

He hooks his arm underneath one of my knees and lifts it up until my thigh is flat against my chest. His hard length is now flush against my pussy. The delicious friction between us makes me throw my head back.

"You fit me so well, little girl," he groans. "It's like that pussy was made just for me."

I roll my hips against his length, making him curse out loud.

"Where did you learn to move like that, angel?" he asks. "You might be innocent, but you sure as hell know how to turn a man into a beast."

He lifts my other thigh, completely folding me in half now so he can look at me.

He rocks his hips against me. The sight of his powerful muscles rippling over me turns me into jelly. I feel boneless as he uses me for sexual gratification.

"So fucking wet," he says. "How long has it been wet for me?"

"I don't know," I reply, biting down on my lower lip.

He seizes it between his teeth, biting my lip before sweeping his tongue inside my mouth.

"Little liar," he says, bucking his length against me. "You do know."

I gasp for air when he removes his lips from mine. His dark eyes bore into my face, searching for something.

"Tell me what I want to hear, Emma," he says, grinding on top of me. His body makes promises of everything to come. "And don't even think about lying to me. I'll know if you're not telling the truth."

"I've been turned on since I saw you this evening," I say.