He grabs my face, his hands surprisingly gentle despite the mad glint in his crimson eyes. “You’re wrong, Grace. You’ve been mine since the day I found you in that alley. I made it so you would be mine.”
He grips my thigh, caressing my heated skin as he tries to pull my leg up and over his hip. Just like before…
“I’m not.” But even as I speak, my resolve weakens. “I’m… I’m…”
“You’rewhat,sweet girl?” He leans in to nip at my ear. “Wet?”
I shake my head, his rapid switch in emotion making me dizzy. “No.”
“No?” I clench my thighs together in an attempt to stop his wandering hands. Seven’s chest shakes with a laugh as he pries my legs open, fingers trailing teasingly under my skirt. “I think you’re lying, Grace.”
“I think you’re psychotic.” My breath hitches as his fingertips brush the arousal dripping down my thighs, coaxing an appreciative rumble from Seven.
“Liar, liar,” he says sweetly. “I can always tell, Grace. I don’t know why you still try.”
“Let me go,” I say—but my words sound weak even to my ears. “You can’t?—”
“Can’twhat? Can’t make you come?” In one powerful movement, Seven lifts me off the floor, slamming my back against the wall as he captures my mouth in a bruising kiss. His touch is heated as he grabs my ankles, wrapping my legs around his waist, centering my pussy right against his hard length. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches down to free his cock from his pants. He rubs the head against my slickened center, and pleasure ripples through me.
“Tell me what you want, Grace,” he orders. “Say you want my cock.”
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I know, all I’m aware of is the burning desire coursing through me. “I… I can’t…”
“Youcan.” He pushes the head against my entrance. “Give in, Grace, let me make you feel good. Let me worship this pussy, this gorgeous fucking body.” He presses inside me inch by torturous inch, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m overcome with bliss. “Say it, Grace.”
“I… I want you.” I lose myself in the delicious heat spreading through my body. “I want your cock, Seven.”
“Fuck,”he groans, his hips thrusting, pushing the entirety of his hard length inside me. I gasp at the unrelenting force, the fullness that overtakes me. “God, you always feel so perfect,every time.” He leans his head down, nipping at my shoulder, kissing up the curve of my neck. “So incredibly beautiful. So mine.”
Seven begins moving in me—slow, torturous movements that turn to savage thrusts as my body begins to clench around him.
“Mine.”
He reaches between our bodies, delivering a rough pinch to my clit. Stars spark in my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure floods my system, and I tilt my head back, my mouth falling open in a scream as I shatter around him. It’s all too much, too fast, and I fall into oblivion.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Fucking come on my cock. Soak me.” His grip tightens on my hips, his fingers digging into the tattoo at the top of my ass. My eyes roll to the back of my head as pleasure skitters across my skin, lighting a path of fire that lights all my nerve endings.
“Oh fuck.” His hips thrust erratically, eyes holding a mad glint. “I’m going to come. Going to fill this pretty pussy.” He leans forward, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, making me cry out in pain and bliss. “Fuck. Fuckkk.”
He thrusts once, twice more, and slams his hips flush against mine. I moan at the feel of his cock throbbing deep inside me, filling me with his seed like he promised.
Breathing hard, Seven pulls away, stepping back off the wall and taking me with him, still firmly seated on his cock. He holds me to him with one arm while his other hand moves up, cupping my face.
“I’mveryangry with you, angel. This doesn’t change anything.”
I whimper as he makes his way to the elevator, keeping his cock firmly inside me all the way back down to the white room. As he walks me to my cage, I begin to struggle—but no matter how much I fight and plead, he won’t listen.
Seven tosses me back into my cage, looking deep into my eyes as he locks the door tight, making sure I see.
“I’ll be back for you later.Be good.”
He turns and exits the room, leaving me alone, cold, and dripping with his seed.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SEVEN
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