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“Look at us both,” he growls.

I open my eyes, dazed and wanting and utterly taken by him. The mirror shows everything: how wild we are together, how utterly consumed I am by what’s happening. My hair is a red mess, my breasts hanging free, my lipstick smeared clear across my face. His eyes are blue fire as he meets mine in the reflection, seeming to hypnotize me as his cock drives deeper, deeper, until I it feels like the air is being expelled from my lungs.

Then he pulls out and pumps into me feverishly, the edge of the vanity digging into my hips with every forceful thrust. The whole world has narrowed down to this moment—Callahan fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before.

His grip tightens on my neck as I watch myself unravel in the mirror. It’s raw and obscene and exactly what I’ve been craving since the moment he walked into my life.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he says through gritted teeth. “Ruin you for anyone else.”

I can barely breathe but everything is clear now, clearer than it’s ever been. Maybe this was inevitable all along: Callahan claiming me as his own. And maybe that’s why it feels so good—because here, with him, is exactly where I belong.

“You’re mine, you know that,” he rasps. “Mine, not his.”

His possessive words seem to claim me like the rest of his body is.

“Say it,” he growls.

It’s a demand and a plea, and I’m gasping as he pushes me closer to the edge.

“Yes,” I say, voice breaking with the intensity of everything. “Yes, I’m yours.”

He slams into me again, harder, pulling another strangled moan from my lips, and then his rhythm shifts, rough and desperate. He’s lost in me, lost in claiming me as much as I’m lost in him taking everything I have.

“Fuck,” he groans, low and ragged. “I can feel you?—”

I come again with a broken sob, his name tearing from my lips like a prayer or maybe a curse or maybe both.

“Callahan!”

I see it all in the mirror just like he wanted: how completely he possesses me and how much I love being possessed by him.

Then Callahan follows with a growl that shakes through his entire body. With one hand he pushes my shoulder blades so I’m flat on the table, with the other he pulls his cock out from me and finishes himself off with his fist. Thick spurts of cum land on my back and onto my dress, hot and sticky, taking me by surprise.

Then, with a ragged breath, he puts his hand on my back and rubs his seed onto my skin, down over the back of my dress.

You’ll ruin it, I want to tell him, but I can barely breathe, let alone speak.

Besides, he just told me he was going to ruin me.

“There,” he says thickly, leaning back. “Now when you go back out there, they’ll know you’re mine. I’ve marked you.”

I lift my head, glancing at him in the mirror. “What are you, an animal?”

He meets my eyes and yet doesn’t smile. “Yeah. I think I might be.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “You got a problem with that, kitten?”

I can’t help but give him a sated grin. “Not at all.”

Then he tucks his cock away and helps me straighten up. The heat starts to dissipate from his eyes, clarity taking over. He even looks a little sheepish as he nods at my face. “Sorry about your makeup. You might want to reapply.”

The return of the Callahan I know feels like a splash of cold water. I nod, putting my breasts back inside the dress and smoothing it down, then patting my hands over my head. Suddenly I feel sheepish too, as if we’d both been drugged so we’d fuck ourselves in a frenzy.

“You better get going,” I tell him, fear returning. “If Marco catches you here…”

“I’m gone,” he says, leaning in to give me a sweet kiss on the cheek before striding toward the door. He picks up his jacket, swinging over his shoulder, then looks at me with his hand on the knob.

“So?” he says, a slight curving smile in his serious façade. “Was I bigger and better?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Get out of here, Callahan.”