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I could only cling to him for my life as he fucked me harshly, teeth rattling, my head slamming against the wall. He railed and railed, hips slamming, fingers digging into my flesh. His expression filled with anguish and anger. "Going to put a baby in this belly. Want to see you swollen with my child." His dick so stuffed and full inside me, tearing my insides out. "But first, need to mark you."
He yanked out, pumping his cock once, twice, then groaned as he sprayed me with his cum. White ropes furled outward, across my pussy, my legs, then up my chest and, at last, dripping on my face. My tongue flicked out, tasting it.
"Fucking mine. Mine," he snarled, staring down at me, heaving with anger, full possession in his gaze.
The animal inside me reveled in it.
I wanted to belong to him.
To be the only woman who could ever own his heart.
Reaching up, I placed a palm over his chest, my own possessiveness coming out. "I fucking own this now."
"You always have, Tatiana." He was breathless, his creek-brown eyes dark with seriousness.
"And your heart?" My tone was cruel. I wanted to hurt him. Because it crushed me inside to think, to say the words. To bring her up, right here, right now. "What about her?"
"What about her?" His fingers moved over my skin possessively. He was rubbing his cum into my skin. "She has nothing to do with this."
"How so?" I was arching my back into his hands, encouraging him, feeling the weight of his cum sink into me. He was my master now. My owner.
The past had collided with the present, in promise of the future.
My whole world laid out before me, always belonging to him.
It was him, and me, frozen in time, forever.
He had just proven it. That even as we talked about his heart, he was still owning me with his cum. Rubbing me with it, marking me. As his.
All the way down my body, shoving it back up inside me until my pussy was full of it. I knew when I stood, it would run down between my thighs.
"Come," he got off the bed. "I want you to meet her."
I jerked upwards staring at him incredulously. "What?"
"Don't shower." His stare was cold but possessive. "I want you to remember that I fucking own you, Tatiana, even as you meet her. You will never be free of me."
EIGHT
I stood on the familiar doorstep, a step behind Knight, my gut churning. My arms were folded across my chest, my fingers tight in a fist. My jaw ached from clenching it so hard.
I could smell him all over me, feel his fingers, still marking me, his cruel voice. You will never be free of me. I hated that he was right.
Before arriving, Knight had taken me shopping, refusing to let me go home to gather my own things. I was now wearing clothes he bought me, once again showing how I now belonged to him.
He was holding an obnoxiously opulent and large bouquet of flowers, along with a unicorn balloon.
Strange that a grown woman liked unicorn balloons.
I was in no way admitting that I absolutely, totally, wanted one too.
Its eyes were closed, a small smirk on its cute, squishy face, and I wanted to pull the knife from my arm band and pop it.
The front door opened, revealing the face of his stupid, stupid heart and I had to grip my hand to the material of my dress to keep from punching her stupid face in.
"Hey," she smiled, her eyes going from Knight, soft affection in her gaze, then roaming behind him... to me.
I stiffened, waiting for her reaction, especially when Knight wrapped an arm around my waist, thrusting me forward, his hand squeezing my hip. "This is Tatiana."
