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EMMA

" Y ou just walked into the lion's den, Emma," he says. "Don't you know that you're about to get devoured?"

There's an intensity in his eyes that should scare me. It's so different from anything I've ever experienced. But I meant what I said to him earlier.

It feels right to be with him.

"I don't mind," I whisper.

His calloused hand moves to my other breast, toying with me until I'm aching everywhere.

"You were all I could think about the entire day," he says. "Every. Fucking. Second."

"I was thinking about you too," I admit.

"Is that why you decided to torture me with this dress?" he asks, tugging down the material until my breasts spill out. "Did you want me to lose my mind?"

He touches me like I'm his possession. I don't understand why I love that so much.

"It fucking worked, Emma," he says. "You shattered my willpower into pieces the moment I saw you tonight. Keeping my hands off you is not something I'm capable of anymore."

His strong arm wraps around my waist before he lifts me.

The way our bodies connect feels like a masterpiece in itself. The breath is knocked out of my lungs when he throws me back down on the bed.

"You look like you were made to be fucked by me," he says. "Like you're an angel who was sent to take care of me. And I have a feeling you'll take very good care of me, little girl."

I can't hide the reaction he has on me when he speaks to me like this.

Knowing the effect I have on him is such a rush. It's a power that's burning through my veins, feeding me delusions and false promises.

Just for tonight, I don't want to think about tomorrow.

I just want to exist in the night. I just want to exist with him.

He takes his shirt off slowly, watching me with hooded eyes as I squirm on the bed. His burning gaze travels down the length of my body, taking in every inch of me.

"Open those thighs for me, Emma," he says. "Let me look at what's mine."

The possessiveness in his tone lights something inside me. It's a fire that will keep burning long after this moment is over.

I glance down at the scars on his chest. He's still wearing the bandages from yesterday, but there are older scars too.

"When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without question," he says, climbing on top of me and resting his palm next to my head. "But maybe you like being disobedient just so I can punish you for it."

He hooks his arm underneath one of my knees and lifts it up until my thigh is flat against my chest. His hard length is now flush against my pussy. The delicious friction between us makes me throw my head back.

"You fit me so well, little girl," he groans. "It's like that pussy was made just for me."

I roll my hips against his length, making him curse out loud.

"Where did you learn to move like that, angel?" he asks. "You might be innocent, but you sure as hell know how to turn a man into a beast."

He lifts my other thigh, completely folding me in half now so he can look at me.

He rocks his hips against me. The sight of his powerful muscles rippling over me turns me into jelly. I feel boneless as he uses me for sexual gratification.

"So fucking wet," he says. "How long has it been wet for me?"

"I don't know," I reply, biting down on my lower lip.

He seizes it between his teeth, biting my lip before sweeping his tongue inside my mouth.

"Little liar," he says, bucking his length against me. "You do know."

I gasp for air when he removes his lips from mine. His dark eyes bore into my face, searching for something.

"Tell me what I want to hear, Emma," he says, grinding on top of me. His body makes promises of everything to come. "And don't even think about lying to me. I'll know if you're not telling the truth."

"I've been turned on since I saw you this evening," I say.

"Elaborate, baby," he says, enclosing his hand over my throat. He stares down at it with heated eyes.

I feel myself falling. Gravity never felt more beautiful. I think I'll do anything for this man. It's not his words, but the way he looks at me—like I'm a blessing. Nobody ever looked at me like this before.

And...I don't think I want anyone to look at me like this ever again.

"I was wet for you, Mr. Sinclair," I say. "Only for you."

"Were you wet for me when you were talking to that man?" he asks.

Jealousy. It's supposed to be an ugly emotion, but when this man displays it, it makes me feel all cherished.

"Yes. I haven't been able to stop thinking about what we did last night," I say.

"I tried to warn you, Emma," he says, tugging my wet panties down my legs and throwing them aside. "Now, we've crossed all the lines. There's no going back from this now."

He kisses my lips again before moving down to my neck.

I'm a shivering mess underneath his weight. I'm nothing but a slave to his whim.

He kisses a hot trail of fire down my breastbone and over my tummy. When he reaches my sex, he leaps on it like it's the first meal he's had in weeks. He devours it like it's going to be taken away from him.

I become lost in a fantasy land.

There's stardust behind my closed eyelids. There's magic where his lips touch my skin.

"You taste like a forbidden fruit, Emma," he says.

"I have no business panting after this pussy, but a man can only resist so much.

You've been shaking those ripe tits in my face every chance you got.

You've been making eyes at me and making me forget all the reasons I'm supposed to stay away from you. "

He sucks on my clit like it's his full-time job. I wrap my thighs around his broad shoulders. His hands grip my waist and pull me harder against his mouth.

"All of this is my property, Emma," he says. "All of it belongs to me. Do you understand that? I don't want another man looking at what's mine."

He takes me to the precipice. Instead of letting me fall, he pulls his mouth away.

"Please," I say.

"Please, what?" he asks. "Do you want your boss to keep licking your horny pussy?"

Warmth gathers between my thighs. The heat becomes the only thing I know.

He climbs back over me and takes his cock in his hand. He pushes it against my opening.

"If you want to come, you're going to do it on my big cock," he says, pushing inside me. "I want to feel you milking me. I want to feel your tight pussy trying to strangle the come from my balls. And you know I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fill this pussy up to the brim."

He goes deeper than he went last night. When he hits the resistance, my muscles lock up.

His jaw is so hard. His eyes are glazed over. I know that he's going to thrust hard inside me now, ripping through the barrier.

But instead, he remains still.

"Relax, darling," he says, pressing a kiss on my temple.

He cups my face like I'm someone he's afraid to lose. It steals the remaining breath from my lungs. When he kisses my lips, it nearly becomes my undoing. My heart starts coming apart at the seams.

"I've got you," he promises, pressing another kiss on my lips. "Okay?"

My heart is banging against my ribcage.

"Okay," I whisper.

I'm giving him more than just my body. I'm giving him my trust.

He pushes all the way inside me, seating himself deep inside me. A hundred emotions fight for control in my head. It feels like I'm feeling everything at once.

But one thing is for certain—a new power has been awakened in me.

It hurts, but it hurts so good.

"I didn't know it could feel this good," I moan, shifting my hips around his length.

"Don't say things like that when I'm trying to be gentle with you, little girl," he says, grinding his teeth together.

"Maybe I don't want you to be gentle," I say, letting this feminine power take over me.

I've always loved the feeling of getting under his skin. I always loved getting a reaction out of him. I didn't stop to think about whether it was right or wrong before, and I care even less now.

"Maybe I want to see the darkest parts of you," I say. "The parts of you that nobody else has ever seen."

"Emma." He growls my name like a warning.

"I can handle it," I say, resting my hand over his chest. Over his heart. "You're safe to be yourself with me."

His pupils get darker as he drinks me in.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're a figment of my imagination," he says. "Because there's no way you're real. There's no way someone like you walked right into my life."

He's still seated so deep inside me.

I feel connected to every part of him now. He's not holding anything back. Not anymore.

His cock grows even larger inside me. I can feel the veins over it pulsing with need.

"It's too late to change your mind now, little girl," he says, stretching my insides with a shallow thrust. "If you wanted out now, I'd have to tie you up and make you take it until I've had my fill of you."

I look into his eyes. The fact that he means it isn't supposed to turn me on this much.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" he says.

"If I knew you were such a little fiend, I would have cornered you and taken you a long time ago.

It's a big mansion. Nobody would have even heard your screams as I ripped your skirt and tore your panties.

I would have touched this little pussy until you were dripping wet for me.

I would have made sure that you enjoyed every second of it. "

His cock brushes against a part of me that makes me feel like I'm made of lava.

It drips down my skin, making everything burn. His fire and mine touch, binding us together in irrevocable ways.

"You're so tight that it feels illegal to be doing these things to you," he says. "But I'm a selfish fucking bastard, Emma. Now that I've had a taste, I want to keep you all to myself."

White hot flames caress my insides now.