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“Make me come!” I yell, frustrated with the games he is playing.

“You think you can demand anything right now?” His eyes narrow dangerously. “After you went to collect souls, I told you to stop doing stupid shit.”

“But I—”

He slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat as I tighten around him. He stays buried in me, watching me catch my breath.

“That’s not how this is going to go. I’m going to do whatever I want with you and you’re going to take it. Okay?”

“You fucking asshole,” I hiss.

He grins wickedly. “What did you say? You want me to fuck your ass?”

“Don’t you dare—”

“For a lawyer, you don’t have good listening skills. I just told you I’m going to do whatever I want with you. Got it?”

I glare at him. He shifts his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

“Okay,” I mutter.

“Now, say you’ll never do something like that again.” A hard edge to his voice. “Fucking say it.” I get it now. He’s worried.

I place a hand on his cheek. “I won’t ever do something like that again,” I promise.

He holds my gaze and searches my eyes. When he finds what he is looking for, he nods. I move my hand up his cheek and into his hair. I yank his head close to me so his ear is almost touching my mouth. I suck on his earlobe. “Now, fuck me like I’m yours. Unless, I’m not?” I taunt, knowing exactly how he will react.

“You are mine,” he growls, then pulls all the way out and drives into me. I cry out in pain when I feel how deep he is. But his pace doesn’t falter once. It’s brutal. Territorial. I rake my nails down his back as I cry out his name. The only sound in the room is of our skin slapping loudly, my moans, and his grunts in my ear.

“Who owns this?” he demands, as he lifts my hips up causing him to hit a deeper spot.

“You do,” I pant.

“And you own me too, baby.” The chain he always wears brushes against my face. My back arches when he presses down on my clit. I violently find my release and my body goes limp. However, Aiden’s not done. He continues to own my body. I whimper with every thrust.

“Aiden. I can’t. Please.” My exhausted legs quiver as he continues to drive into me without mercy.

“You can and you will.” He places his hands behind my knees and lifts my legs over his shoulder. This angle allows him to hit that sweet spot. A sob catches in my throat. I feel as he pounds unforgivingly into me. Taking me. Owning me. Showing me where he belongs.

“Aiden.”

“Not yet, Joy.”

“Aiden.”

“Not fucking yet,” he orders, his voice guttural. I let out a cry of frustration and hold on. I grab the sheets and bite my lips. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly.

“My sweet, sweet Joy. Such a good girl,” he praises. I whimper in response, trying to hold on just a little longer.

“Eyes on me,” he commands. I try to keep them open but closing them helps me from coming. He stops moving and pulls completely out of me. He flips me onto my stomach, drags my hips back and slams into me. He pushes into the arch in my back, causing him to hit my clit with every brutal thrust.

Finally, the hand at my throat tightens and he growls, “Fucking come.”

White-hot pleasure like I’ve never felt before slams into me. I let out the loudest scream I’ve ever made. My body is shaking as he milks every drop of pleasure from me. I feel him thrust deep into me, emptying himself inside, with a loud groan. With no energy left in me—I pass out.

* * *

I gently run my hand through his hair. “Are you feeling better now?” After an hour, I woke up with my back to Aiden’s front, him still inside of me, and his hand on my breast. When I realized he was awake, I turned to face him.