Page 74 of Cozen

Something sinful.

Something wonderful.

Something so fucked up.

Sargon grabbed hold of her throat, and squeezed as he forced her head back. Cozen’s wide eyes met his, and a sneer worked its way over her lips as she started rocking her hips back and forth in the slowest way.

Jesus.

She would kill him like this.

“Are you going to fuck me good?” she asked breathlessly.

His fingers tightened more on her throat. “Who else can fuck you like this, woman?”

Her throat bobbed under his hand with a swallow. “No one.”

“You didn’t even give me the chance to get a fucking condom, Cozen.”

“I take the shot. I don’t need one. I just needed you to fuck me.”

His gaze drifted over her lax, red lips as she continued that teasing rocking motion. “I could be fucking someone else. You don’t know.”

“I know. You’re not.”

She was right.

Christ.

She was so right.

“And neither am I,” she added. “So shut up, and fuck me.”

He did—diving his hands into her hair, and pulling on the strands close to the scalp. He dragged her closer to him. Close enough that he could bite her lips, and suck on her throat while he fucked them both to oblivion.

Her pretty little cries turned high-pitched, and then breathless in a blink. Sweat slicked up her back, and then she raked red lines down his chest.

She took every one of his thrusts no matter how hard to deep they came. She met him on every one. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet car mingled in with her moans, and his grunts.

And even after she came again, she still wanted more.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she begged again.

Bent over, ass high, and her arms pinned at her back that time.

“Fuck me, fuck me … fuck me.”

He heard more, though.

He heard so much more.

I’m yours, I’m yours … I’m yours.

Fuck.

He wanted her to be his.

Maybe that’s why he heard it.