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In one swift motion, I pinned my body against hers. “If you want to be treated like a possession, then that’s exactly what you’ll get,” I growled before removing my hat and tossing it to the side.

Demi struggled against me, but it was useless. I was stronger, and we both knew it. “Stop it!” she cried out, but there was a quiver when she spoke that told me everything I needed to know.

I didn’t stop until she was naked before me. Her satiny, smooth skin glowed against my touch. My gaze raked over her curves, appreciating every inch, every peak, and every valley her physique had to offer.

“This,” I said, twisting her nipple hard enough to make her gasp, “is mine.”

My hand traveled lower, between her thighs. I cupped her pussy and squeezed her clit, eliciting a strangled moan from her soft lips. “This is mine.”

Demi reached for my wrist to try and pull my hand away.

She was frantic, eyes half-crazed with desire and rebellion.

Her brown eyes were clouded with a mixture of passion and defiance, a combination that only fueled my hunger for her.

Her head fell back against the wall as she squeezed her eyes shut.

I felt her body betraying her, responding to my touch despite her protests.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she tried to tug my hand away before I could slip two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. “And this pussy? It’s mine too.”

I sensed her body’s response, the way she shivered under my touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“See?” I whispered against her ear, my fingers still working deep inside her. “You like that. You like what I do to you. This pussy is too damn wet to even deny it.”

Demi bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan. “I . . . I fucking hate you,” she managed to say, but her body arched into my touch, deceiving her words.

I chuckled darkly. “You can hate me all you want. Don’t you know your body belongs to me? I’ll make you surrender to this dick, mi amor . I won’t stop until I have you screaming my name.”

Without warning, I lifted her higher, pinning her against the wall with my hips. She intuitively wrapped her legs around my waist, and I growled with approval.

“Tell me you want this,” I demanded, my voice husky with need.

For a moment, she hesitated, her pride warring with her desire. Then, almost gradually, she mutely nodded as more rage-filled tears rolled down her cheeks.

I tilted her chin up. “Say it,” I demanded as my lips drifted over her cheeks, catching up all of her tears.

At the same time, I screwed my fingers inside of her.

“I’m going to be your husband.” I ducked my face into the hollow of her throat and let my lips move across her skin. “The only one in your body.”

She purred. “Yes.”

“Yes.” I agreed as I nipped at her shoulder.

She cried out. Only this time, the pained sound was mixed with something else. Grinning, I strummed my thumb against her clit. She was so tight and wet that she seemed to grip my fingers with an iron-like hold.

Demi may have been reluctant, but she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to my touch. She was just trying to be defiant to say she’d done it.

“Your pussy feels amazing,” I whispered. “Can you imagine how good it’ll feel when I push my dick deep inside you? I can’t wait to watch those beautiful fuckin’ eyes roll to the back of your head because it feels so good.”

To prove my point, I thrust my dick into her hip.

Demi’s eyes shot open and widened into saucers.Her sexual awakening was essential to me. I wanted to push limits she didn’t even know she had. I wanted to own her body and soul.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking the shit out of you, princessa ,” I conveyed as I ground against her, my voice turning rougher and rougher as the dirty images of what I wanted to do to her filled my mind.

“Filling that pussy with my seed.” My groan filled the air, and just under it, a tiny little moan from her lips.

“P-please d-don’t stop,” she begged.

“But not tonight,” I concluded before slowly inching away and dropping my hands from her body.

She glared at me, eyes filled with something that I could only hope to understand one day.

Lust was there, but so was anger. It made me smile on the inside.

I knew exactly why she was angry, and it had nothing to do with me manhandling her body and everything to do with me not touching her more.

My defiant bride-to-be had enjoyed me taking control of her just as much as I did.

I sucked my teeth. “Fuck it. Hands back on the wall.”

Those big brown eyes ballooned again. “What?”

“We’re both grown. I know you want it, so I’m going to take what’s mine.”

“But you just said . . .”

Even as she said the words, she moved back into her position.

I dropped to my knees and spread her pussy lips. Her pussy was pinker than Cam’ron’s fur coat. I licked my lips, ready to eat her pussy like a mango. “I know what the fuck I said, but you look good enough to eat.”

I dove into her pussy from behind and thrust my tongue into her as far as I could go.

Demi was sweeter than a slice of Tres Leches.

I knew it from the moment I first laid eyes on her.

I could sense good pussy, and Demi’s was Michelin star worthy.

She moaned—an unrestrained little sound that made my bulge ache against my zipper.

“I’ma taste all you can feed me, mi amor ,” I promised, rolling my tongue against her folds over and over again.

She rose to her tippy-toes and popped her ass against my face. I gripped her hips, winding my tongue over her gushing honeypot.

She moaned. “Oooh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t you fuckin’ stop.”

“You gon’ save this sweet ass pussy for me, mi amor ?”

From the way I had her ass shaking, squirming, and unable to string two words together, I knew I’d proven the point I’d set out to prove.

I smacked her ass before flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. “You only cum for papi, mi amor ?” I asked, sliding two fingers inside her.

She twisted her neck over her shoulder. Her eyes were slammed shut, and her forehead was glistening with sweat beads. She looked like Heaven on Earth. She reached back, landing her palm on the back of my head, mashing my curls.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” she whimpered, legs shaking.

My tongue flicked up and down with reverence as I repented my sins into her folds. Her body was my church. My dirty, naughty church.My tongue darted in and out of her. She trembled, her thighs shivering. Her breathing was ragged, just like mine was.

“Please, please don’t stop.” The needy cry escaped her mouth in a sob, and for a second, I paused. But not for long.

“Yes, Demi.” My thumb found her clit and rubbed it hard. Her knees buckled, and I had to catch her around the waist to hold her in place.

I turned her around and lifted her up so that her legs were resting on my shoulders.

She gripped my head with two hands while bucking against my face with every last drop of energy she had.

I knew she was nearing her climax, and I was going to make sure she never forgot the feeling of my tongue fucking her.

“Oh fuck. I’m about to cum!”

“Fuck my face, mi amor . Cum for papi.”

I kept up the pressure, but with my free hand, I freed myself and fisted my growing erection up and down.

I couldn’t help myself. Watching her, tasting her, and hearing her moans had me ready to turn my feature presentation into a short film.

Soon, we would be married, but I didn’t want to wait.

I wanted to know how good her pussy felt wrapped around my dick and how tightly she gripped me and how she sounded when she came.

“Oooh fuck. Fuck, Ozias! Fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t you fuckin’ waste it. I want you to get every drop!”

That was all the invitation I needed. I lapped up her love juices like a kitten to warm milk, allowing her to ride the wave of her orgasm all the way to the end.

When her thighs loosened around my neck, I lowered her, only letting her feet dust the ground for a second before I had her legs wrapped around my waist and her back against the wall.

I pulled my pants down lower and slowly dragged the tip of my dick down her creamy slit, coating myself in her wetness and pushing myself in with one hard brutal thrust.

I growled upon entering her waterpark. My eyes rolled back into my head as she clamped around me, and at the same time, my fingers on her clit pushed her over the edge.

Her legs shook, and she screamed. A cry that was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.

Our connection was rough, primal, and echoing through the hallway.

I didn’t give a fuck who heard. I wanted to let everyone know I’d planted my flag and claimed her pussy as mine from that day forward.

“Who better than me?”

“Nobody.”

“Louder.

“Nobody!” she squealed.

“Don’t you fuckin’ forget it,” I said, pulling almost all the way out while gazing down at the cream that coated my dick and then slowly slid back inside.

I loved watching her body take every inch of me.

It was a beautiful fuckin’ sight.She had me warring with myself, trying to hold back from spilling my seed inside her too quickly.

Demi’s long red nails dug into my tattooed back, leaving marks I’d wear proudly. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I felt her wetness tightening around me.

I continued thrusting into her relentlessly, feeling the familiar heat building in my own body.

But this wasn’t just about satisfying my own desires.

This was about showing Demi who was in control and who she belonged to.

My hands roved over her back until I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and yanked it back so her back arched and her breasts were thrust out.

I leaned forward to capture her lips in a kiss, our tongues battling for dominance as our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm.

Demi moaned while roughly gripping my face with both hands. “I hate you.” She gasped against my lips, but there was no persuasion behind her words.

“Then why do you feel so fuckin’ good?” I growled back, my voice rough with lust.

She didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure coursing through her body. And that was all the answer I needed. She may not have wanted to admit it now, but deep down, she knew we were meant to be together.

I increased the pace of my thrusts, and Demi arched against me with a cry of pure ecstasy, her body writhing.

I buried all nine and a half inches of my dick deep inside her one last time before reaching my own peak and spilling inside her.

We both collapsed against each other, panting and spent.

Our bodies were slick with sweat as we clung to one another in the aftermath of our unplanned, passionate encounter.

A few minutes passed before either of us uttered a word. “Why did you do that?” Demi asked quietly, her voice still shaking with emotion.

“Because you needed to know that you belong to me,” I replied honestly.

She pulled away from me then and looked me straight in the eye. “But I don’t belong to you. I can’t be owned,” she answered firmly.

I sighed and ran a hand over my low curls, feeling a slight sense of defeat wash over me. She was right—no one could legally own another person.

“I’ll never truly be yours,” she whispered.

I smirked before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “We’ll see about that. You know what, I changed my mind.”

I swept Demi into my arms and carried her down the hallway, my hands curling her naked body into my chest. She trembled slightly—whether from the chill in the air or the aftermath of our encounter, I wasn’t sure. I felt a primal satisfaction seeing her like that— marked by me and vulnerable.

We reached a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. I pushed them open, revealing my private quarters. “This is where you’ll be staying,” I informed her. “With me.”

Demi’s eyes widened as she took in the room. The massive king bed dominated the space, draped in rich, dark fabrics. A wall of windows offered a breathtaking view of the Mexican countryside.

“Get comfortable,” I told her, setting her on the bed. “You’ll need to rest before tomorrow.”

She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly seeming small. “I . . . I need clothes,” she muttered, refusing to meet my eyes.

I nodded, moving to a nearby console. “I’ll have some things brought for you. Whatever you want, it’s yours. I’ll make sure you have it.”

There was a long pause before she answered barely above a whisper. “Is going back home to Chicago on the table? Because that’s what I want.”

I raised an eyebrow, studying her naked body appreciatively. Demi was delectable from her head to her pretty pink toes.“How much will it take to make you want to stay? Ten bands? Twenty? A hundred? Five hundred? Name your price.”

She flushed, anger and embarrassment warring on her face. “I’m not cattle, Ozias. I can’t be bought. And even if I could, the price tag would break your bank. Now, just get me something to wear,” she snapped.

I chuckled, reaching for the phone. “As you wish. But so you’re aware, I prefer you like this,” I gestured to her naked form. “Naked and all fuckin’ mine.”