Page 47 of Brutal Crown

She should’ve known better.

And I should’ve let her go. But I’m too much of a conceited prick to do that.

Because if she gives herself to me now—like this—then no other man will ever be able to touch her without her remembering what it felt like to come apart onmycock.

I want her to remember this, to feel me in every step she takes tomorrow, to ache for me when she’s alone. I want her ruined, so no other man can ever compare.

Not Marco. Not anyone.

I press my forehead to hers, breath ragged. Her fingers tremble on my shoulders, but she doesn’t pull away.

“You drive me fucking insane,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Since the day you stepped into this house. Since you looked at me like I was a monster and didn’t flinch.”

She blinks up at me, lips parted.

“You don’t get it, do you?” I growl. “You don’t see what you’ve done to me.”

I rub my tip against her slick entrance, coating myself in juices.

“I could’ve had anyone. I’vehadanyone. But all I want—all I fucking see—is you.”

And then, I push inside.

All the way.

Hard.

Her gasp is sharp and real—more than surprise, more than pain. She clutches me like she’s drowning, her nails digging deep. I hold still, every muscle in my body locked tight as I feel her stretch around me. Tight. Raw.Mine.

She doesn’t say stop. So I don’t.

I move slowly at first, letting her adjust, but inside I’m unraveling. Every thrust feels like a claim. Every moan I rip from her throat feels like victory.

She’s mine now.

I let out a grunt as she clenches around me. It takes all of ten seconds for me to lose control. I grab her face between my hands and kiss her hard, pushing our bodies against each other. I bounce her light body on my dick. The sounds of her moans mixed with my balls slapping against her soft ass fill the quiet room.

She throws her head back, her face contorting like she’s in pain.

Shit.

I stop thrusting, giving her time to breathe and recover. A girl like her needs someone slow, someone sweet. I don’t know how to be any of those things, especially with her.

My mouth latches onto the sensitive skin behind her ear where it meets her neck and jawline. She shivers in my arms and pulls her hips closer to mine.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, grabbing my free hand and sucking two fingers into her mouth.

Fuck.

“You like it rough?” I grit, balancing her against my one arm and the shelf.

Her eyes glaze over as she nods with my fingers still in her mouth.

Blowing out a breath, I start thrusting faster and harder while simultaneously pushing my fingers down her throat. Her loud moans are muffled by my fingers. For a second, I wonder if someone will hear us, but I realize I don’t care. This… this is worth everything.

Worth every minute we’ve spent avoiding each other. Worth all the time I spent dreaming and fantasizing about her for two whole years. Every touch, every look, every argument we’ve ever had.

Everything.