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“Then hurt me. Ride my cock with that tight cunt so hard you break it. Prove which one of us has the power.”Prove it to yourself.“Own your body.”

Like a light bulb going off, her eyes land on mine, and she climbs onto the bed and straddles me. Lining herself up with my cock, she takes me in with ease because she’s already so wet. So ready.

Whack! My cheek stings as Naomi’s hand collides with it, and she smiles in satisfaction at the shock on my face. I’d been too distracted by her body to see that coming, but when she raises her hand again, I block her.

“I’ll give you that one, Treacle. You’ve earned it, but I am nobody’s fucking bitch. Do you understand?” I grip her wrist and move it towards my throat, and she wraps her hand around it. “You want to release your anger, then give me all you’ve got.”

She tenses but doesn’t move.

“Or we go back to doing things my way.”

With that, she lifts her hips, slams down and applies more pressure to my neck. I groan my appreciation, and she does it again, squeezing harder. The look in her eyes alone would be enough to get me off. Every time she slams on me, she squeezes my throat—whether she’s done this before, I don’t know, but it excites her. She tilts her head back and rotates her hips, and when I thrust up into her, she releases a guttural moan.

She frees my neck and locks her eyes on mine. She’s never been more beautiful. Her true self—the part buried so deep Naomi doesn’t realise exists—shines through, the green so vibrant, potent, and powerful.

Biting her lip, she lifts herself off me, slides her hand down to her pussy and pushes two fingers inside. “You don’t own this tonight.” Her eyes roam my body and land on my cock. She grips it. “But I own this.”

No objections from me.“Actions speak louder than words.”

She’s on me instantly, grinding, bouncing, crying my name as she digs her nails into my thighs. Pushing down, she takes me as deep as she can, and I meet each thrust with my own, giving her more.

She’s so close to breaking free from herself. “Do you own my cum as well?” I grunt, struggling for breath.

“Yes,” she moans without hesitation. “Give it to me.”

Sitting up, I grab her hair and force her face towards mine. Our sweat-slicked foreheads meet, and I almost lose myself in her eyes. “You want it? Take it.”

Her hands land on my shoulders, and she grips tight, pumping and rubbing so hard she can barely breathe.

“You first,” I order, sliding a finger into her puckered hole.

Crying out, Naomi soaks me in her release, but she doesn’t let up, riding me as hard as the orgasm that’s ravaging her body. Her nails dig into my shoulders so deep it hurts, driving me closer.

“Fill me with it,” she demands. “It’s mine.”

Her words sink into my soul, my body singing with pride as I release more sperm into her than I knew I could hold.

We’re a mess of sweat, cum and rapid breaths, and when her strength finally gives in, she rests her head on my shoulders, managing to formulate just two words: “Holy shit.”

Chapter 27

Sunday Night

I’m lying in Dom’s arms, the same position I’ve been in most of the day. I’ve hardly spoken to him this weekend. Too shocked by what I did, said, andwantedon Friday night to have the brain power required to form a sentence.

Dom spent what felt like hours praising me, then he ran a bath, and we stayed there until the bubbles were gone and the water was cold. He reassured me that what Tommy said was for my benefit. Although I believed him and could sense the danger, he never gave me the one thing I’ve asked for from the start—an alternative explanation—a reason for all of this.

Each sweet moment takes me closer to the edge, and I feel myself falling again. I can’t. Dom’s actions may suggest he wants to keep me, but he’s never said anything that confirms it, and tomorrow, it’s back to reality.

Dom sighs deeply, the warmth of his breath caressing my shoulder. “Would you believe I’m going to miss this?”

“Having insanely amazing sex on tap?” I nudge him with my elbow, keeping it light, hiding the truth locked away in my heart. “Even I’m going to miss it.”

I feel his smile as his lips meet my neck. “That’s good to know.”

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Monday Morning