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Kase and Crew follow him out. As soon as I’m out of the parlor, I pull my phone from my pocket to check the camera feed—Kynlee is gone, but Saylor is still on the couch. She’s got her legs tucked beneath her, and she’s running her fingers across the bruises on her wrist from the rope last night.

My phone buzzes in my hand. A text from my father pops up.

Dad: You’re in your last year and it’s time to deal with this. I’ve made the arrangements with the father of your future wife. Call me.

I stare at the screen. I know how our world works. Arranged marriages have always been the way it’s done, and they will continue as long as we all keep going along with it. But I just got my girl. She and I both know what will be expected of us when it comes to marriage. My obsession with her has never been about marriage or some promise of a future. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let her walk away from me either.

If I want to keep her, I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to make that happen.

I delete my father’s text and put my phone in my pocket. Time to fuck my girl again so I can get to work.

CHAPTER 21

SAYLOR

I’m still on the couch when the door opens. Kynlee left not long ago when we heard Justin stomp by and slam the door to their room.

Axl walks in carrying two of my bags and drops them inside the door. “Your shit’s here.” He goes back into the hallway and grabs two more, bringing them in and putting them next to the others.

“Is that all of it?”

He nods. “Looks like Kynlee’s is here too. Her bags are outside Justin’s door.” He kicks the door shut, and his eyes rake over my body from head to toe, his blue eyes already going dark.

“How was the meeting?”

He doesn’t answer. He crosses the room to me and pulls me up by my hair. My scalp stings, and my thighs clench together. “How’s my needy slut?”

He slides his hand between my legs and runs his fingers along my opening, and I grind my cunt on his hand. “This pussy needs to be filled again. Beg me for it, good girl.”

“You’re the one who ran out and left me here this morning. Why should I beg?” Even though all I want to do is fall to my knees for him and let him fuck my face. He wasn’t wrong about me being a needy slut, and it’s only been one fucking day.

Axl grips my hair and jerks my head back so I’m staring up at him. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.

“Because I own this pussy.” He pulls my hair harder and tears sting my eyes. “And your king told you to fucking beg.”

I want to tell him to fuck off, but my body is already betraying me, pushing against him.

“Please.” It comes out breathy and pathetic. I don’t care. I always knew he’d be like this. It never stopped me from fingering myself while thinking about being dominated by him. “Please fuck me, Axl.”

He licks along my cheek, then kisses the corner of my lips. “Good girl.” He releases his hold and grabs me by the waist, tossing me over his shoulder. I yelp and grab the back of his shirt, and he smacks my bare ass hard enough to sting while he carries me to the bathroom.

He sets me down and turns the water on. His eyes only leave mine long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head. Then he strips the rest of his clothes off. I’m standing there in his t-shirt and nothing else, watching the water steam behind him.

“I have to work, so we’re going to do this the fast way. And then I promise I’ll play with you later.” He grabs the side of my shirt and pulls it off of me. He grabs my arm, pulling me under the spray. The hot water hits my skin, and my back hits the cold tile. His mouth is on my throat as he lifts me. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I do as I’m told, and he lowers me onto his dick. My back slides against the wet tile, and his hands grip my ass to hold me up while he fucks me hard and fast.

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his hand around my throat, pinning my neck to the wall as it becomes harder and harder to breathe.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and with every thrust, his hand gets tighter. The water is running down my chest, and I can barely see through the steam.

“You feel so fucking good.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine. “This cunt was made for me.”

I can’t respond because I can’t breathe, and I don’t want to. I’m starting to see dots as the pressure builds between my legs. My thighs shake, and I claw at his shoulders and back.

“You like that I own you, don’t you?” He slows and lightens his grip, watching me gasp for air. Then he grips my throat again. “My perfect, little heathen. Every bit of you is just for me.”

His thumb presses harder against the side of my neck, and my vision narrows. He drives into me three more times before his lips are against my ear. “Come for me, baby.”