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We’ve had sex before, but this is nothing like our first time. This is fucking—hard, brutal, and all-consuming. Cupid ruts into me like an unbridled beast, rubbing firmly against my interior walls and hitting pleasure spots I never knew I had.

He’s doing exactly what I asked—claiming me. Stamping himself into me so deep, no one will fill the indent he leaves behind other than himself.

Thrust after rigid thrust has me squealing and my insides tightening, alerting me I’m about to detonate. Cupid’s heavy balls swing forward, nailing my clit in a steady tempo and making my toes curl. And in this position, that beautiful Jacob’s ladder of his is hitting all the delicate front creases inside of me where my nerve endings are the most receptive.

“You’re mine,” Cupid grits through his teeth, punching his dick into me. “Your cunt. Your heart. Mine, Vanessa.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours,” I chant, my eyes rolling back into my head as I reach the horizon.

“Prove it,” he growls, grinding into me. “Come on my cock.”

His filthy words send me into orbit. My orgasm slams into me, making my vision go white momentarily. I cry out his name, pulsing around his firm length.

In the middle of my climax, Cupid yanks me upright by the back of my leather cut. His muscled arms come down around my midsection and chest like steel bars, holding me upright in his crushing embrace as he continues to relentlessly pump into me.

Perched on his stone-hard cock, Cupid increases his punishing pace, grunting like a man turned feral with desire. His hips brutally buck against my ass hard enough to leave a bruise, and all I can do is get lost in the feeling, wanting more.

Desperate to see him go over the edge, I turn my head towards his, looking at him like he’s the answer I’ve been seeking all my life. My arm snakes around the back of his neck, embracing him the only way I can in this position.

Cupid gazes back at me with untamed need, like he’s ready to nut me down until I’m knocked up. His mouth is slightly parted, panting hard with each thrust. Sweat drips down his face, rolling south along his neck from exertion. His hand around my midsection slips between my legs, tapping my clit each time he plows into me.

It seems impossible to come a third time after two powerful orgasms. But goddamn. The way he’s touching me and hitting me deep inside, there’s no way I won’t come again, and my release is coming fast.

With my insides quivering with my imminent climax, I give Cupid one warning. “I’m close.”

Baring his teeth, Cupid’s hips pivot forward, hammering into me like he’s on the last stretch of a race and ready to join me at the finish line. “Milk. Me.”

My pussy clamps around him, spasming with my release. Swept away in the exquisite sensation, my eyes shutter close.

Behind me, Cupid roars, unloading ropes of his hot come deep inside me. The wet sounds of our fornication are drowned out by our heavy pants and guttural moans.

Exhausted, we fall forward as a unit over the back of the couch, neither of us strong enough to stand on our feet after exerting ourselves to the max. We gasp, trying to catch our breath, with me panting against the couch cushion and him against my back.

When he finally pulls out of me, the slow drag of his cock exiting has me groaning from the ache its absence leaves in its wake and the flood of his release running down my tired thighs. “Come back.”

He laughs, still panting hard. “Don’t worry, Butterfly. We have all day to enjoy each other.”

“Not all day. The rest of our lives,” I correct him confidently, pushing off the couch to face him with a radiant smile plastered on my face. He’s mine now, for better or worse. “Til death do us part.”

My biker cups my face in his gigantic hands. “Oh, Butterfly. Not even death will separate us. I’ll crawl out of my grave and haunt you until you join me.”

My smile falters. “You promise me, Cupid? You promise you’ll never leave or stray?”

“I promise,” he vows, his tone fierce, leaving no room for uncertainty. “I’m yours. You own my dark heart.”

“And I’m yours, Cupid. Unconditionally.”

His lips press against mine, molding around me and sealing our vows in a searing kiss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

BODEN

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR, VANESSA!” I holler, flustered at being ignored.

I’ve been standing outside her apartment, beating on the door for over ten minutes. It rattles on its rickety hinges, but remains shut. Pretty fucking symbolic of how she’s shutting me out of her life as well.

Being back at her apartment after what happened last time I was here is not something I wanted to do, but she’s left me no choice. Vanessa has been absent around campus, not showing up for any of her classes. Same with the counseling center she’s been interning at as a therapist to get her required clinical hours. And George at the deli told me to fuck right off when I came in looking for her before he launched a loaf of day-old bread at my head way harder than Vanessa ever did.