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He laughed and tightened his grip around my throat, restricting my air a bit but still leaving me room to breathe. All while yanking off my pants with his other hand.

“This changes nothing,” I growled.

“Little warrior, if you’re going to lie to yourself, you should probably try to be more convincing.”

God, I hated how right he was.

His hand tightened even more around my throat, making my breath come out in hoarse gasps.

As he kissed and bit his way down my body, the soft touch mixed with the sharp sting of his teeth made my skin prickle with sensitivity. By the time he got to my belly button, every nerve I had was so alert even his breath felt like a touch.

My lungs burned, my head swam as he placed a gentle kiss on my mons before he used his shoulders to wedge himself between my thighs and buried his face between my legs like a man possessed.

I couldn’t tell if he was sucking, licking, or fucking me with his tongue, or doing everything all at once. I still couldn’t get a single full breath.

My back arched as the sensations overwhelmed me. But he didn’t slow down. I put my heels on his shoulders and tried to push him away because it was too much.

All he did was tighten his grip on my throat and use his other arm to pin my hips down, letting out a savage growl that vibrated through my body.

When I looked down, all I could see were his eyes staring at me, daring me to deny him again.

I couldn’t lose to him.

I couldn’t give in to everything he demanded of me, but how could I not?

How could I not break under this brutal onslaught of pleasure, pain, and lack of oxygen that made my head swim even more?

Darkness started seeping in at the edges of my vision. My lips tingled and he let go of my throat just long enough for me to take a deep breath, and then he squeezed again.

His eyes never left my face as he ravaged me like a man possessed.

My feet kicked out, my heels digging into his back, but it did nothing.

Nothing but encourage him.

When the pressure got to be too much and I knew I was almost there and he was about to push me into the abyss, he stopped.

There had never been anyone so cruel in all the world as this man, sitting up on his knees looking down at me while I gasped for air and he held me on the edge.

One hand tight around my throat, the other with two fingers buried in my cunt, curled up, pressing into the most incredible spot while his thumb placed pressure on my clit.

“Why?” I said between gritted teeth.

“Only good girls get to come. Tell me you’re mine.”

“No,” I said. The heat in my veins was still boiling. I couldn’t tell if the rage was replacing the lust or making it hotter.

“Admit that you’re mine.”

“Never.”

“Fine, have it your way,” he said as his hand left my aching, desperate pussy.

His eyes never left mine as his fingers, still wet and shiny with my arousal, went to his mouth and he licked one clean, then brought the other to my mouth, painting my lips with it.

It was sweet and tangy, but all I could think about was the pressure in my core begging for release, and how empty I felt without a part of him inside of me.

He kissed me like he wanted to ruin me—like tasting my mouth was just the beginning of his claim. His kiss was passionate and hot, a brand on my soul, devouring my lips as feverishly as he devoured my pussy.

Roman waited until I was gasping for breath again to break the kiss. This time it was his teeth sinking into my lower lip as he pulled at it.

When he dropped my lip, he got off the bed and grabbed both of my ankles.

“Last chance, little warrior. Tell me you are mine.”

“No,” I gasped, not sure if I even meant it. Did I ever mean it?

With one quick movement, Roman lifted me by my ankles and spun me around so I was on my stomach, my arms pulled tight by the handcuffs, the chain now twisted.

He dropped my legs, and I quickly got up on my knees, my hands gripping what was left of the headboard.

The broken bar was still too far above my head for me to be able to unhook the cuffs from the bed frame.

Roman’s hand ghosted down my spine, sending a warm shiver through me.

“I’m going to fuck you to remind you exactly who you belong to.” He punctuated his words with a quick, startling slap to my ass.

Jumping from the sting, I said, “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Although it didn’t matter what I said because my body betrayed me just as readily as my lips defended me. My thighs spread as his fingers chased down between my ass cheeks to my still sopping-wet and needy cunt.

His fingers traced back up, spreading my arousal from my pussy to my asshole. He circled it with the tip of his finger, sending some dark, forbidden pleasure through me.

My head was still spinning.

It must have been from a lack of oxygen to my brain, even though his hand hadn’t been around my throat for several minutes. There was no other way that it could have felt so good.

Still, my back arched lower, pushing my ass up in the air, giving him better access.

“Denying what you want isn’t going to change anything.”

Thunder still rumbled outside, but all I could hear was the distinct sound of the metal teeth of his zipper parting. Then the mattress shifted as he climbed up behind me.

He placed the head of his cock at the apex of my pussy, pressing it between my lips and onto my clit.

A shiver of pleasure ran through me.

The low hum of his approval told me that he noticed it.

He pressed harder on my clit for a moment before shifting so the head of his cock found my entrance. I braced myself for what I knew was coming.

“Say it,” he demanded.

I pressed my lips closed as I dug my fingers into the bed frame.

Roman slapped my ass again.

The sharp smack pushed me forward and then he thrust inside of me, claiming me hard and fast… again.

My breath rushed out of my lungs in a scream as I pushed back against him.

Not even in this.

Not even chained to the fucking bed was I going to be passive.

This was a battle, and I was not losing.

He forced his cock deep inside me. Every thrust more brutal, more violent, than the last.

The pressure of an orgasm built in my core. Sweat trailed down my back as I met every single one of his thrusts.

He spanked me again, but his hand stayed on my skin, squeezing, pressing into the bruise that would soon form.

Then he spread my cheeks. I assumed to get a better view of his cock brutalizing me.

I was wrong.

His finger traced the dark puckered hole again, before pressing inside.

The burn was immediate and intense, but he didn’t let up. He started slowly at first, but within what seemed like seconds later, his finger was fucking me in the ass as hard as his cock was fucking my pussy.

“Admit it,” he growled.

“No,” I yelled back.

His hand shot out and grabbed my hair, controlling how hard I slammed back into him. Fuck, why did that bite of pain feel so good?

It just added to everything else, the sharp pain grounding me in the midst of all the completely overwhelming sensations, forcing me to remain present in the moment without getting lost in it.

Then he shoved in a second finger—stretching me open with brutal precision, finger-fucking me like I already belonged to him.

I cried out as it burned, but he didn’t stop.

He only fucked me harder. Faster.

It was too much and not enough.

“Say it. I want to hear you scream it. Scream my name and make sure everyone in this house knows you belong to me. Only me.”

I opened my lips, ready to tell him off again when he yanked my head back, forcing my spine to arch and my hips to shift, his cock pressing into the most incredible spot deep inside of me.

My vision narrowed to a tunnel as I screamed.

I had no idea what I said.

I couldn’t hear my own words over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears and my heart beating like a drum.

My cunt tightened around him, squeezing harder as I came apart at the seams. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, all I could do was feel and for a second, I thought that was how I died.

He fucked me through that orgasm and straight into another, then he came inside of me, filling me with his essence.

We collapsed on the bed, him holding me in his arms while we gasped for breath, covered in sweat and a little delirious.

His hands traced over my body before moving up to my wrists and unhooking me from the bedpost.

I draped myself on top of him. I didn’t want to get off, and even if I did, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to.

I was boneless, somewhere between exhausted and triumphant. So many endorphins raced through my veins that I couldn’t help but close my eyes and ride the high.

And somehow, I knew. I knew that being in his arms afterward was what made this so damn good.

I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, catching our breaths while slowly floating back down to earth.

“Is it always going to be like that?” I asked, breaking the silence. “Is it always going to be chaos, rage, and unrelenting need?”

“Yes,” he said, with no hesitation. “Between us, it will always be like that. It can’t be anything else.”

He leaned up and kissed me again.

This time it wasn’t a battle, but it wasn’t soft.

It was still firm, still claiming.

He didn’t know how to be anything else, and I didn’t want him to be.

This—whatever this was between us—was the only real thing I had ever experienced.

It wasn’t a calculated move to get a desired outcome.

He wasn’t pretending.

These moments between us were genuine.

He was still inside me. He hadn’t pulled out, just moved us together as one to rest and recover.

I knew I should’ve pushed him out of me. I should have gone right back to fighting him, but I just didn’t have the strength.

He had taken my strength from me, and I couldn’t even be upset about it.

Blame the hormones, blame the endorphins. I didn’t care. I was where I belonged.

“Then it’s settled,”

“What’s settled?” I asked, losing the fight against sleep as my eyes slid closed.

“We will be married as soon as possible.”