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Carina giggles and blushes in return, shaking her head in disbelief. I lick my fork suggestively, and she dissolves even further, leaving Chef shaking his head in confusion.
After lunch, I entice her back upstairs with me. I know her father will be here soon. I know we only have a little time left. But I want to remind her – to surround her with the things that I’ve given her. The place where we connected the most. The crumpled sheets left from two straight days of love-making, over and over until both of us could hardly stand.
She traces a hand over the dresses, looking sad. “I loved having all of these to choose from,” she says.
“What do you mean, loved?” I ask, nuzzling her neck from behind. “They’re yours. I meant that.”
“Oh,” Carina says, a small sound in the back of her throat. I can’t tell if she’s happy or still upset. I’m about to ask when I hear something else, gravel crunching on the drive.
It must be Donovan, arriving with the money.
I head over to the window, trying to look down. I can’t see a thing. Donovan won’t come past this way, of course. But I know it’s him. He’s here to take his daughter away.
It’s not going to happen.
And I need to leave my mark on Carina so that we both know it’s not.Chapter Twenty-TwoCarinaThis is it. The last moment of my last day with Tommy.
I didn’t want it to come to an end. Now that it’s here, I just don’t know what to do with myself. My limbs feel frozen. What if I just stand here and refuse to move? What if I never move again?
Tommy turns from the window, looking at me with a fierce expression on his face. He moves toward the door, and I go to follow him, resigned to accepting my fate. But Tommy doesn’t go out through the door – he closes it, slamming it shut, and turns the lock.
“Tommy?” I breathe.
“Bend over the table,” Tommy says, his voice rough and heavy. I look at his face, his eyes lidded with desire, and I don’t dare disobey. Not only because I want to do what he tells me, to make him want to let me stay, but also because of the gush of wetness between my legs at that voice.
I move to the table he motions as quickly as I can and grasp the dark wood, bending over it. It sits at just above the height of my hips, making me lift up a little – putting me into the perfect position for him. Tommy yanks the bottom of my dress up and throws it forward, leaving my exposed ass pointing up into the air.
The first thing I feel is his fingers, pushing my legs further apart and then plunging inside me. He lets out a moan at the same time as I do, as he feels how wet I am. The next thing I know, I hear the sound of his zipper and he plunges fully inside me without warning, right up to the hilt.
I cry out in both surprise and ecstasy, the feeling of being completely filled exactly what I needed at this moment. God, he feels so good inside of me. He begins to thrust quick and hard, rocking me forward and against the table, so furiously it’s like he has a vendetta against it.
“He’s not taking you back,” Tommy says, gasping between thrusts. “You’re mine. I won’t allow it.”
“I,” I try, struggling to find enough breath to even say a single word. “I – won’t go… I don’t – want to – leave you…”
Tommy only grips my hips harder and thrusts faster at my words, pumping in and out of me so fast I feel the pressure building up inside me like never before. It comes so quickly I barely have time to prepare mentally for it to happen, and then I’m gasping and twitching under him, feeling pure ecstasy wash over me in waves that leave my head spinning.
Tommy throws his head back and comes, filling me with his seed in quick, sharp jerks, then hesitating for only a moment before pulling out with a satisfied grunt. I feel it drip out of me, then slide down my leg, as I cling to the table and try to regain my own breath.
“Alright,” Tommy says. “Let’s go meet your father.”
“I should clean up first,” I say, casting around for a towel I can use to clean up, some panties to put on.
“No,” Tommy says roughly, that edge to his voice again that makes my head spin. “Don’t clean yourself up. You’re marked. You’ll leave my mark on you.”
I practically feel like purring as I straighten up and look at him, rearranging my dress so that it falls naturally. “Because I’m yours.”
