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"Please, fuck me. Make me come."

I considered teasing her a little longer, but I couldn't wait either. Taking my thumb away from her ass, I grabbed both of her hips and held her still while I fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh, god," she moaned as she buried her head into my blankets.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back up.

"I want to hear every single sound I pull from your body."

It was so fucking hard to hold on, but I would be damned if I came before she screamed my name.

She spread her thighs more, arching her back, taking me deeper as she got hotter and tighter.

"Tell me who fucking owns you," I demanded.

"No one," she said, still defiant.

I fucked her harder, brutally slamming as deep as I could.

"Who fucking owns you," I yelled.

Still she didn't answer. I slapped her ass, pulled her hair harder; still no response other than a fresh hot spill of her juices running down my balls.

I pressed my thumb to her ass again, breaching the tight little hole. "A spanking didn't work, so your next punishment will be me slamming my cock into this tight virgin ass."

"You do," she cried. "You fucking own me. Is that what you want to hear?"

Her thighs shook against me, as I leaned down and whispered, "Good girl," in her ear.

I wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. I let her hair go and reached around to her clit. Two quick taps was all it took for her body to seize and her thighs to tremble as she screamed my name.

With a guttural roar, I followed her over the edge, my hips jerking erratically as I emptied myself inside her.

The orgasm tore through me with such force that my vision whited out for a moment, my entire body seized in a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.

My heart thundered against my ribs as if trying to break free, blood rushing in my ears as waves of ecstasy continued to crash over me.

I collapsed over her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms, my chest heaving against her back.

Her skin was slick with sweat, our bodies fused together by heat and exertion. I could feel her heart racing in tandem with mine, could feel the tremors still running through her limbs.

This woman was going to be the death of me.

She was fire and fury, defiance and desire, a storm I wanted to lose myself in again and again.

I pressed my lips to the nape of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin, and knew with absolute certainty: I would never let her leave my bed.

CHAPTER19

VIKTORIA

Moonlight sliced through the curtains, casting long shadows as I scanned the room, mapping my escape route.

Last night, between the orgasm he wrenched from my body, the mental and emotional exhaustion of the day, and the silky decadence of his sheets, I surrendered. Sleep claimed me, deeper than I'd known in years.

I couldn't believe I'd fallen asleep here, in his bed.

Worse—he lay right beside me.