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I cry out, my oversensitive body struggling to adjust to his size. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, pleasure and pain blending until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

“You wanted it rough,” he growls, pulling back only to slam into me again. “Tell me, princess—is this what you've been craving? To forget everything but how I feel inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my cheek pressed against the cool counter, hands scrambling for purchase. “God, yes.”

He sets a punishing pace, each thrust driving the air from my lungs. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen, punctuated by my desperate moans and his guttural groans. One of his hands slides up my back, then tangles in my hair, drawing me against him.

“Look at you. Bent over my kitchen counter, taking my cock like you were made for it.”

I should be ashamed—of what I'm doing, of how much I love his filthy mouth—but all I feel is liberated.

“What would Daddy think of his little girl now?” he rasps, his fingers digging into my hip. “Moaning for a Heaven’s Reject, begging for my cock.”

The mention of my father should kill the mood, but instead it fuels something rebellious inside me. I push back against Brayden's thrusts, taking him deeper.

“I don't care,” I pant. “I don't care what he thinks anymore.”

Brayden growls his approval, “That's my girl.”

My girl. The possessiveness in his words makes me clench around him, drawing a harsh curse from his lips. He responds by driving into me harder, the edge of the counter digging into my hips with each powerful thrust. The slight pain only enhances the pleasure building inside me again, impossibly soon after my first orgasm.

“You gonna come for me again?” he asks, his rhythm never faltering. “Gonna come all over my cock like my good girl?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I'm close.”

His fingers find my oversensitive clit. The touch is almost too much, making me cry out and attempt to squirm away, but he holds me firmly in place.

“No running. You take what I give you.”

His fingers work me mercilessly as he pounds into me. The intensity is overwhelming. My head spins as pleasure builds in my core again, my body trembling with each relentless thrust. Just when I think I can't take any more, Brayden suddenly pulls out completely, leaving me empty and aching.

“Get up,” he orders.

Before I can respond, he turns me around and lifts me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he carries me to the living room, his mouth never leaving mine, devouring me with hungry kisses that steal what little breath I have left.

He drops onto the couch, still holding me so that I'm straddling his lap, his cock pressing insistently against my core. His hands grip my hips, guiding me to position myself over him.

“Take what you need,” he growls. “Show me how bad you want it.”

I sink down onto him in one fluid motion, crying out as he fills me from this new angle. The sensation is overwhelming. He's deeper than before, hitting places inside me I didn’t know existed.

“That's it,” he encourages as I begin to move, lifting myself up before sliding back down his length. “Ride me, princess.”

I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, finding my rhythm. Slow at first, savoring the delicious stretch of him inside me, then faster as need takes over. His hands roam my body—cupping my breasts before one hand inches up around my throat.

The gentle pressure of his hand at my throat makes me gasp, my eyes locking with his as he holds me there. My hips stutter in their rhythm, the unexpected sensation sending shivers down my spine.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, surprised by how much I mean it. “God, yes.”

His fingers flex slightly, just enough to make me feel owned, possessed. The vulnerability of it should terrify me, but instead, it's freeing. In his hands, I don't have to be in control. Don't have to make the right choices or be the good girl. I just have to feel.

“Keep moving,” he commands, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Don't stop until I tell you.”

I obey, riding him with renewed vigor, my body slick with sweat as I chase my release. He holds me captive with his gaze as surely as his hand at my throat. I've never felt so exposed,so seen. He’s stripping away every defense I've ever built until there's nothing left but honest need.

“That's it,” he encourages as my pace quickens, my movements becoming erratic as I near the edge. “Let go for me, baby. Show me what you look like when you fall apart.”