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I pulled out of her tight pussy, then drove in harder and deeper this time.

“Fuck,” I grunted. She was heaven on Earth. My fingers tightened on the nape of her neck, gripping her silky strands, and I thrust in and out of her with speed and obsession. The sloppy sounds of flesh against flesh, her wet arousal and her loud moans reverberated around us.

I wanted to be inside her forever. Die this way. I’d always liked it rough but this was so much more. So different. Raw. Consuming. Primal and wild.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” she screamed.

I pounded into her faster and harder, her body slid against the bed, her ebony hair covering her face and I had to see it. See her as she orgasmed.

Pushing her hair out of her face, I rasped, “Turn your face.”

She did it without question, her lustful stormy eyes connecting with mine.

One of my hands wrapped around her waist, my thrusts wild and hard.

“You belong to me.” I picked up my pace, ramming into her fast.

“Fuck,” she cursed, her walls tightening around me. “Fuck… please, Liam… oh, I need… please… “

A maddening possessiveness spread through my veins, each thrust into her tight cunt took me spiraling out of control. I hit deeper inside her and that made her screams turn high-pitched.

“Yes… yes… Liam, please… “

I felt her clenching tighter so I rolled my hips, driving deeper and harder into her until I felt her shattering around my cock.

“Liam!” she screamed, chanting unrecognizable words over and over again as she came undone. My pace turned frantic, as I fucked her through her orgasm. She clamped around me, milking me and pushing me over the edge. My come spilled inside her with such sheer force, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

I covered her body with mine, her wrists still bound behind her. I had lost my goddamn mind. I fucked her as if I wanted to consume every living fiber of her and claim it for my own. I slowly pulled out of her, then unbound her wrists. My gaze locked on my cum dripping out of her pussy, and smearing her inner thighs.

Dark obsession unlike any I had ever felt before bulldozed to the forefront of my mind and sunk deep into my bones.

I wanted to brand her, see her swell with my babies, and bind her to me forever.

CHAPTER41

Davina

“This is good,” I told Liam’s driver. He didn’t stop. “Hey, I said this is good. Just stop here.”

My new husband insisted I had to be driven back to Yale. Truthfully, I was certain he hoped that somehow the girls would figure out that I was sleeping with him. And his driver bringing me back to campus was a sure way to be caught.

I pulled on the handle of the door, regardless that the driver hadn’t stopped.

“Mr. Brennan insisted I drive you to the door,” he complained.

“Well, you can watch me walk to the door,” I protested. “Either stop or I’m jumping out of the car.”

I barely tugged on the handle when he slammed on the brakes and good thing I had a seatbelt on, otherwise my face would be smashed against the dashboard. I glared at the head full of red hair next to me. Liam said he was his driver, but he looked more like his killer.

Fucker.

We’d rob him next if he didn’t start driving better.

“Far enough, lass?” he snapped. I opened the door and flipped him a bird.

“Actually no,” I told him. “You in New Jersey would be far enough.”

I slammed the door of his fancy, expensive car and rushed away from him before he decided to run me over. Or worse, follow me into the dorm.