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He curves me into him and runs his tongue along my jawline. The wet trail he’s leaving is indelicate, careless, but I can’t help the way my head tilts back, begging for more. His body rumbles in approval, and he adds, “But I don’t think you will. You seem pretty hard up for it to me.”

I stiffen under his mouth.

“Guess you just haven’t had any good dick since you left,” he continues with mock sympathy.

Spitting fire with my eyes, I thrash under him, but his grip on me just roughens as he rides the wave, rolling his cock against me. I drag in air through my nose again as I shudder, and that infuriating smirk returns.

He squeezes my throat. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ve got you covered. All you need to do is just shut the hell up for a while and ride my cock like the hot little brute you are.”

Brute .

I wrench my face away, and he just grips me tighter, then licks my cheek, tasting me. “You can even keep your prissy little nose in the air and pretend you don’t like it if you want.” He makes a soft, hungry sound when I shiver. “We both know it’s a dirty fucking lie.”

Brute .

The word unfurls inside of me.

The reminder and the promise.

He knows I love this fight—he made me confess it to him in a dozen different ways before he truly let me try.

Burning up, I rip out of his grip and glare up at him, wanting him to see all of it—every brutal moment.

.. but it only serves to kindle a dark light in him.

Something bestial and rapacious. He’s unkind with his strength, bold and bullying.

He grinds his cock against me again and again, careless in using his size to hold me down and use me.

.. but he groans in feral satisfaction at the bloody brands I leave down his arms, and he seems lost to his need, unable to tear himself away, even long enough to strip.

Jayk’s rhythm begins to fall apart as he fucks against me, and I moan into his hand. It’s too muted. Cruelly so. I want to be made of wild things too, but instead , my tongue works irritably against the gag, and his body surrounds me entirely. It stokes my frustration higher.

There’s a fierce, dark challenge in his eyes that begs me to unleash on him, that dares me to break free, and my rage twists into something hotter, determined to immolate him too.

If he’s my end, then I plan to be his.

I tangle myself around him, and his teeth cut into my skin as he breathes me in. His body rubs over me, and the growl he lets out is made of caves and claws.

I don’t need to pretend anything around Jayk.

I yank him close to me by his tank, and his tattoos ripple as he braces himself over me, letting me lift my hips so I can wantonly rub against his cock, taking over his rhythm. I don’t hold back when I moan, and his eyes darken into ocean trenches.

Greedy, I let my hands run over his chest, my broken nails leaving pressure trails along his muscles.

Red swirling between the black patterns on his skin in pretty, violent shades, and each line is a delightful fire in my veins.

Because I am cranky at him, too. For Lucky and Jasper and Beau.

For not letting me talk. For gagging me.

And I don’t need to temper it.

Fighting with Jayk is a wild, reckless kind of fun.

My fingertips play in the hair on his abdomen, and it’s starting to be too painful. There are too many clothes between us, and I’m slick and flushed, and I ache terribly. Apocalyptically.

I begin ripping at his tank, trying to tear it off his body, and he can’t hide his barbaric grin when I succeed.

Because he loves this fight at least as much as I do.

Jayk’s mouth finds my neck, sucking on my pulse hard enough to make me yelp, but I’m too lost in the way he’s grinding against me to notice much else.

Until a frigid, metallic slide against my chest makes me gasp.

I try to arch away, but Jayk doesn’t let me move as he bites down on the curve between my neck and shoulder. Hot, sharp pain blooms, but I freeze as I catch the dull gleam of his pocketknife between my breasts.

Not again .

I make a sound of alarmed protest, and he rolls his eyes.

“Relax your sphincter. I’m not going to cut you.”

I know that . We’ve talked about this before. I’m more worried about?—

With one sharp flick, he slices my bra right down the middle.

That .

My breasts spill free, and I only have a moment of stunned mourning for my favorite sports bra before his knife is gone and he’s cupping my chilled flesh. His hand is searing, and his calluses scrape over my nipple as he squeezes, making a coarse sound of satisfaction.

His teeth find the edge of my jaw and mark their way down my throat, and I arch into the sting. I yank his hair, then cling for dear life, pressing him into my skin. His rough hand flexes around my neck, and my frantic legs climb his, trying to capture his hips.

It’s undignified. Embarrassing. Completely vulgar.

But God, I do want to ride his cock.

I wriggle up, trying to pull his head down to my breasts, trying to pull his hips between my legs. I groan into the gag, almost choking on it again as I try to catch air. He shudders against me.

His mouth fastens over my nipple, taking my offering, and he sucks brutally hard. I yank and yank his hair, but he doesn’t shift. My heart races, and I arch my breast deeper into his mouth, not sure if I’m trying to ease the pressure or demand more.

I whimper again, praying he understands my muffled, unintelligible begging.

“That’s it. You’re with me . Look at me,” he growls, his scalding lips pushing against my nipple. My lids are too heavy, my whole body is syrupy and drunk and buzzing. He bites the side of my breast. “Look at me, Eden. Know who’s fucking you.”

He finally releases my throat, and he yanks my pants down to my boots with two hands. I force my eyes open as he shoves his hand under my underwear.

He finds my clit, and I cry out, widening my legs. I force my eyes open a crack to look at him as he bends his body over me, pinning me to the bed as his fingers work me roughly.

“How many of them did you fuck while you were out there? Did they do you like this?” he demands, and I sob as he takes control of me, the flimsy fabric straining around his wrist. I’m soaking wet, slippery, and there’s no finesse in how he’s touching me.

He’s rubbing me hard, racing toward a point, and I grind against his hand, wordless and gasping, the pressure in me painful.

“None of them can fuck you like this, Eden.”

I splinter apart, turning my face into the blankets as my gag muffles my scream. I squeeze my thighs around his hand to hold him against me as I turn violently oversensitive and pleasure rips through my body, my mind bursting into blinding, obliterating fragments.

Vaguely, I feel him pull back to watch my face. My chest heaves into him with every heavy breath, and I whimper as his touches become even hungrier.

His hand moves between my legs, not about to be stopped by me and my quivering thighs.

He slips his fingers down, and I’m soaked, swollen and puffy.

My panties cling to us both as he presses two fingers deep inside me.

I clench around him, my inner walls still shivering with aftershocks, and moan, weak and defenseless as he continues to touch me however he wants.

Because Jayk touches me greedily. Like my body was made to fall prey to his. Like he’s always owned it, and now he’s just making sure I know it, too. His lips are wet, and his tidal eyes are swallowed by possessive need as I tremble against his half-bared cock.

Suddenly, he moves the arm he was leaning on to brush a strand of hair off my forehead. A single strand that he tucks back into perfect place when he’s just ravaged me like a shipwreck by cyclonic tides.

The touch is so gentle, so wholly unexpected, that I blink rapidly at him, shivering with lust and pleasure and totally confused. These moments with him are too rare, gone too fast, and I want to protect his softness with both hands.

My gag holds me in silent penance, so instead, I brush his cheek with my fingertips, and something moves in his eyes. Something wary and touched in reverence and dipped in his own confusion.

Then he rips the duct tape off in one brutal pull. I yelp at the tearing sting, and he slaps my cheek, grabbing my chin roughly.

“On second thought, I think I like hearing you beg for my cock,” he mutters.

I’m still gasping in pain when he kisses me, his tongue jealously invading the opening.

He kisses me druggingly, holding me to him as if this time he really can’t bear for me to escape.

He kisses me until I’m writhing against him again, reaching down to cup his scorching cock.

It throbs in my hand, swollen hard and dampening his briefs.

Jayk breaks the kiss, groaning into my neck as I squeeze, and I shiver a husky laugh, teasing, “I think maybe you just like me.”

The tips of his ears turn red. “Shut up.”

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and then rips my panties down the side. I open my eyes enough to see him free his cock. It’s straining and flushed, dewed with precum—and I am tingling everywhere, almost a burn, too sensitive to take him right now.

He pulls my boots off as he strokes himself crudely, staring at my glistening pussy, and I make a sound of protest. He doesn’t stop, ripping my pants off and stalking around me.

My heart rate jacks up again, and I flip myself over to crawl to the end of the bed on wobbling arms.

Before I’ve gone two feet, his hands have wrapped around my thighs, and he yanks me back into him. His cock presses along the seam of my ass.

He grabs himself and rubs himself all over me. Messily. Coating me in precum and smearing it into my skin with bruising fingers before he notches his wet, heavy crown at my entrance. My puffy lips part around him, and he starts to push in, breaching my searing swollen walls.

I flinch away. “Wait, Jayk, I’m too?—”

“Do the others stop and cuddle you when you whine? You have a safeword, sugar. Use it, or I use you.”

He pauses for a single, mocking heartbeat... then he snorts.

He grabs both my hips and drags me back against him. Knocking my thighs wider, he fucks inside me with one hard thrust.

My mouth drops open, and my eyes roll back as he fills me thickly. I clamp against the intrusion, trying to shut him out, but he just grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back so my back bows, and I gasp sharply, my breath strangling in my throat as he pushes in deeper.

My breasts brush the bed, only enough to tease, and he thrusts into me, rough and fast, sending them bouncing.

I writhe against him, but he uses my hair to anchor me to him as he takes me.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters, fucking into me hard.

Every oversensitive inch inside me sizzles into delicious life, and my breathing turns shallow. Our bodies slap against one another. I can feel my wetness slicking my thighs, soaking his cock. I’m scalding hot everywhere, then shivering, then too hot again.

“Fuck.” He groans. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Jayk, oh, shit. I can’t—” I gasp, squirming as he hits every perfect spot inside me, fast and brutally hard.

There’s no escaping now. There’s no wanting to. The oversensitivity is turning delicious. Euphoric.

He drives into me so ruthlessly my toes curl. Sobbing, I buck against him, wanting him that deep again. His breathing turns ragged, and his other hand bruises my hip, fighting me into place.

“This isn’t for you. Stay put, woman. I’ve been beating myself off to you for two fucking weeks, and I’m done.”

God .

I can’t help the impossible picture of him stroking his cock, spilling himself to thoughts of me. I clench around his dick, sending him cursing.

His hand abandons my hair and finds my throat again. He wrenches me back, pinning me against his chest, and each thrust becomes punishing. Brutal enough to make tears spring to my eyes. I can feel every inch of his cock. I feel it everywhere as he demands everything from my body.

He said this wasn’t for me. He hasn’t even touched my clit again. But that look in his eye demands a response.

“You said you’re mine,” he whispers through clenched teeth. “So you’re going to be mine. You’re going to be in my bed, riding my dick whenever I want... like my good little queen.”

Queen?

I’m too dick-drunk to protest, but it doesn’t matter.

That word seems to break him.

Jayk kisses me, his tongue making a mess of my mouth as his grip on my throat turns tight enough to steal my breath.

He kisses it out of me, and my vision goes momentarily dark as his thick cock fills me too.

I feel him swell and soak me in hot, wet cum, and I’m gasping for air as I come dizzyingly hard, his mouth on mine, sealing a single word into the breathless place between us.

Queen.