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I’d leave my marks on every inch of her skin, until she had no choice but to think about me every waking moment of her day. Everywhere she looked, I’d be there. She would feel me every time she moved, with every breath she took. Until I was branded on her soul. A million little warnings that she was mine.

She moaned when I licked at the third mark I’d made, pushing her ass back into my stomach. She had one hand flat against the ground, but the other was on my hip, fingers digging into me.

I fucking knew it. This goddamn headache of a hellion. She thought she could just write me off? Go live without me? No second fucking thought?

Reaching beneath her, I undid her pants and lifted myself off her just enough to yank them down her legs to just above her knees, leaving them there so she couldn’t move her legs. She gasped, a soft little sound full of anticipation that only made my blood pump faster through my veins.

An all-consuming need to make her understand, to make her feel what I was feeling, to have her want me as much as I wanted her cleaved through me until I was shaking with the force of it.

I pressed my face into her neck, my breaths ragged and unsteady as I inhaled her scent. It was my scent on her body. “Tell me to stop. This is your only chance.”

She licked her lips and closed her eyes, fingers flexing into the dirt. “No.”

I growled in frustration. “No, stop? Or no, you won’t tell me to stop? I swear to fucking god, Whitney, if you aren’t clear with your words right now I’m going to go insane. I am this close to snapping⁠—”

“Don’t fucking stop!” she shouted, a small, choked sob flying past her lips.

I groaned into her hair, pushing my aching cock against her thigh. My voice was hoarse when I told her, “You are mine. You belong to me. Or did you already forget what I told you? Is everything I say a joke to you? You think my words are empty? Huh?” I slipped my hand between her legs, fingers grazing over her swollen flesh. The wetness I found there threatened to send me over the edge. “I’ll fill you with something else if it’s not words that get through to you.”

I pulled back just enough to watch her face closely as I slid two fingers into her throbbing pussy. Her eyes rolled back and a long, broken moan erupted from her chest. She began to tremble violently as she clenched around my fingers, closing her legs hard as if she wanted to trap me there.

I’d be wherever she wanted me to be, stay wherever she told me to. I just wanted her to fucking tell me that.

She was so wet that every pump of my fingers made an obscene squelching sound. My cock was throbbing and leaking in my pants, and the moans coming from her throat were deep and full of so much need that I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

“Fuck,” I hissed, pulling my fingers out.

“No—” She reached back to grab my arm, and I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, pinning that arm to her back. I unzipped my pants and pulled myself out, using her wetness to roughly jerk myself off. Her eyes stayed on me, and when I came, I had to let go of her arm as I fell forward so I could hold myself up. I painted her ass with my cum, bit down on her shoulder, then released her with a frustrated growl.

“Why the fuck did you leave me? Huh? Why would you do that?” The words were ripped from my chest and I hated how anguished they sounded, but the pain of her betrayal had won, had shoved aside the anger and now that it had been released it wasn’t stopping. “I would give you anything, Whitney. Fucking anything.” I shoved my forehead into hers, shaking with the force of my fucked-up feelings. “And you left me with a bullshit note? You can’t even tell me to my face how you feel, you have to write it down on paper for me to find? All those things rattling around in that head of yours and you think I want to read about it? I want to hear it from your fucking lips. I need you to tell me these things because I’m going fucking crazy, I swear to fucking god I’m losing my goddamn mind over you. Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you?”

For the first time ever, she looked utterly shocked. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she squeezed them shut.

Of course. Because how dare she ever be vulnerable with me?

“Court, please, I’m sorry⁠—”

I shoved away the pain and humiliation that wanted to smother her and slipped my fingers back inside her wet heat. Fuck, she was dripping with arousal. It was all I could smell, and I wanted to fucking taste her, I wanted to pound into her until she was screaming, until my name was the only thing on her mind, on her lips, imprinted on her soul.

I wanted so fucking badly for her to be as wrapped up in me as I was in her. For her to not even think about leaving, for it to be as painful for her as it was for me.

I wanted her to know the agony of loving someone so much that it would rip her heart out to lose them.

To lose me.

The sun had fully set now, and all I could see of her were her eyes glinting in the scant light, but her gasps and moans filled the air around us, slid under my skin and kept me thrusting harder and harder.

“Court,” she panted, my name on her lips an arrow to my heart. When she came, her entire body tensed beneath me. She clenched so hard that I was imagining how that would feel around my cock, all that wetness, all that warmth, squeezing me and holding me there while I came inside her, every aftershock milking my cock.

“Fuck,” I rasped. I was fucking insane. This wasn’t normal, and I wished I cared more. Because I was about to do it. “I want to fucking ruin you, Whitney. You have no fucking idea how badly I want you, do you? What the fuck is it going to take to convince you? Huh?”

I dragged her ass up into the air while pushing her shoulders down, then lowered my head and licked a firm line starting at her clit, relishing the way she moaned and pushed back onto my face. I lapped up every bit of her arousal, sucked at her lips and clit, and when I bit her clit, she screamed when she came. I moaned, licking it up, but it wasn’t enough.

I pushed her back down onto the ground, then spanked her ass so hard she choked on a breath. I grabbed her hands and pinned them on her back, then held them there with one of mine so I could slide my fingers back inside her.

“Court,” she moaned weakly, squirming underneath me. I fucked her slowly this time, inserting three fingers and brushing my thumb over her clit. I said nothing, kissing her cheek, the corner of her lips, then sliding my tongue over her ear lobe and into her ear. She bucked beneath me and gasped, and a flood of wetness rolled over my fingers. I moved over her, still holding her hands behind her back, and gripped myself, pressing my tip against all that wetness, sliding it up and down her folds. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I wanted to slip inside her so fucking badly.

“Please,” she begged, pushing against me.