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Fuck—do I want that.

My breath snags as he yanks my sweats down to my knees in one brutal motion. Cold air suddenly hits my soaked skin, but I don’t pull away. My hands brace the counter, and my knees almost buckle. I instinctively try to close my legs, but it’s too late.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties—then rips. The sound tears through the air like a warning, and then they’re gone—shredded, dangling from his fist like a trophy.

Before I can catch my breath, he grabs my jaw and shoves the ruined scrap between my lips, forcing it deep into my mouth.

“Go ahead, Mi cielo,” he growls against my ear. “Taste yourself.”

Mi cielo? I hate how it lands, it’s too soft. That’s not what we do, we fuck like we’re trying to win. Does he know I speak spanish?

His grip tightens. “Tell me again how bad you don’t want this.”

I let out a muffled, strangled sound. My eyes are wide, and my thighs are shaking from how hard I’m trying not to melt into him.

God. I’m dripping, and my cunt clenches the second he touches me. I bite down harder and glare up at him, pretending my body isn’t already bowing to every brutal word he’s said.

The way he talks and the filth that comes out of his mouth is every girl's wet dream. It’s everything I’ve always wanted and never dared to ask for.

He smirks like he knows that too. If he keeps talking like that, I’m going to come without him even touching me.

He drops behind me like a man possessed, like the devil himself was starved and I’m the sin he was promised.

“Don’t you dare hide from me now.” His voice rumbles right against my core and I squirm. “Look at you. You’re dripping.”

His mouth is on me—in me—dragging his tongue through my slit like I’m the only thing he’s ever fucking needed. He groans into me, like I’m feeding something starving and savage inside him.

My whole body jolts when his tongue flicks up to circle my clit—and I scream behind the panties in my mouth. I bite down hard, squeezing my eyes shut as my knees buckle. This isn’t careful or sweet. This is a punishment.

I’m dripping down his chin while he groans like he fucking lives for this. And I can’t stop it. My ass is pushing toward him for more and I can’t stop the white-hot need pulsing low in my gut. I spit my panties out of my mouth. “Fuck—Steven?—”

He doesn’t answer, he just devours me. His nose is buried in my pussy like it’s the only goddamn oxygen he needs. I writhe, moaning while one hand claws at the counter and the other slams against the wall for balance.

“God—please?—”

He pulls back just long enough to growl, “You want to come on my tongue, or do I need to make you wait?”

I whimper. “Please—don’t stop?—”

“That’s not an answer.”

He sucks my clit hard, then slaps my ass. The crack of it echoes off the cabinets and I jolt forward with a cry.

“Use your words,” he growls. “Or I’ll leave you dripping and empty all fucking night.”

My voice breaks free, ragged and wrecked. “Yes,” I pant. “I want to come—Please, just don’t stop.”

He groans into my cunt then shoves two thick fingers inside me with no warning. Just a filthy, wet thrust that has me moaning as my body jerks against the counter.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he snarls. “So wet, I could drown in you.”

Then he’s curling his fingers just right—and my world fractures. I come screaming, and every nerve is thrashing. He doesn’t stop. Just keeps eating and finger fucking me with ruthless precision. He’s probably not going to stop until I’m spent and silent, shattered at his feet.

For the first time in my life, I want to be owned.

When I’m shaking—wrecked and sobbing into the marble—he stands, clamping one hand on my hip. The other snakes around my throat and yanks me up until my spine bows against his chest.

I feel him pulsing against my soaked pussy—and fuck me, I want him so bad. All of it. Every inch, every threat, every punishment he’s been holding back.