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He shucks off his already-opened trousers and underwear. “Good girl. Because I’m going to have you. I’m going to claim you so thoroughly you’ll never have any question about who you belong to again. I’ll ruin you for any other man, because who owns you?”

“You do.” I love his possessiveness.

“Damn right.” He falls forward into my arms and as I stroke his shoulders in awe—his skin is softer than I could ever have imagined—he grasps my chin and holds my gaze. “For two years you’ve held my heart. I’ve thought of you every day, Maisie.”

He dips his head, and his mouth finds my breast and without hesitation he’s licking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive tip and I’m writhing, the pleasure a lightning strike. I gush with wet heat between my legs as he moves to my other breast, treating it the same and bringing his hand to pinch the first, the cool of his saliva heightening my arousal as he rolls my nipple in his fingers.

“You’ve had me on a leash, and you didn’t even know.”

“Because you didn’t tell me!” I protest but my voice dies off as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. My hips are moving of their own accord, and I’m vaguely aware I wanted to touch him, but he’s got me brainless.

A hard tug on my flesh, and I can’t help it, I cry out. I wrap my legs around him, desperate to get more. My clit flares with bliss as I manage to catch it on the length of his erection.

“You were a little tease though, weren’t you?” He growls and settles over me again, face to face. “You wanted your daddy’s best friend, and you taunted him with this tight, pretty body of yours.”

He notches the head of his cock between my legs, and I moan as where he’s hard meets where I’m soft and wet. “I’ll go slow for you, Maisie. But now you’ll take your stalker’s cock like a good girl. No crying at how big it is when it hurts, because I promise when you get used to my size you’ll love it. Beg for it.”

“I might beg before then,” I admit, rolling my hips.

He makes a rough, dark sound from the back of his throat.

“You’re so wet. You’re going to feel like heaven, aren’t you?”

“I hope so.” There’s a pinprick of uncertainty. I’m a virgin, for all my seduction of Sev. And he’s a man twice my age, who could find me insufficient to his desires.

“No hope required. You’re mine. You were made to fit the gap in my heart, and to have a space here,” he pushes against my entrance, and I gasp as a pinch of pain strikes through me. “For me.”

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MAISIE

I hold his gaze, losing myself in his blue eyes that are full of love and understanding as he rips me open. Slowly, so slowly, making soothing noises as he stretches me, creating the place inside me that he says is there. And he’s right. It is there.

All the same, it hurts, and I whine.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs.

“You’re too big.”

“I know, I know.” He strokes my cheek. “And you’re unimaginably tight, Maisie. But trust me. Wait, and trust me.”

So I do. I bite my lip at the spike of pain as he pushes further in, until suddenly something in me releases, and he’s all the way in, so deep it makes me gasp and clutch him.

Sev is breathing heavily, his forehead pressed to mine, and he groans like this is torment.

Meanwhile, it feels like I’m finally right. Home.

“Are you okay?” I murmur.

Sev gives a cynical chuckle, but it’s broken. He kisses me hard. “I am not okay. I am ruined. I am destroyed. I am hanging onto my sanity by a thread because the way your hot wet tight little sheath grips me is going to murder me with your sheer perfection.”

Laughter bursts from my chest because that’s such a Sev thing to say, and he sounds so aggrieved.

“And now, to add insult to injury, my little pussy assassin is laughing at me.”

“Assassin pussy,” I point out. “I’m not killing cats, I’m killing you with a?—”

He lets out a feral growl and thrusts his hips, withdrawing and slamming back into me hard. It stops me mid-word and forces an undignified sound from my throat. Something between a wail and a grunt.