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Pleasure rocks me and I wiggle my hips. He growls his delight and slaps my ass again. “Mine,” he says as he slides his tongue into my pussy and back out. “Mine, all mine, dripping wet and bare for me. You filthy fucking girl. You’re terrified, you want to run away, and yet here you are dripping onto my tongue and ready for my thick cock.”
“Fynn,” I moan as he stands and takes off his pants. His belt buckle jingles and drops to the floor, and I look over my shoulder as he spits in his hand and smears it over his cock, rolling his palm around his precum-dripping tip and using it to stroke down his shaft. I shudder as he pins me tighter and pushes himself against my gaping, soaking entrance.
“Every inch of your body is mine,” he whispers in my ear. “And I will kill to keep it.” He slides himself inside and I gasp in pleasure, head thrown back. His hand reaches my throat and grasps on desperately as he begins to slide in and out. “You’re my princess, Mirella. Your dripping wet cunt is mine, your perfect breasts are mine, and your bare ass is covered in my palm prints. You’re marked by me and owned now, and I will never let someone hurt my princess. Moan for me, my good girl. My dirty fucking girl. Moan my name and tell me you like to get fucked by me.”
“I love it,” I groan, pushing back against him.
He grabs my throat tighter and fucks me savagely. He rips into my pussy and slams deeper and deeper, and I can’t take much more as it throws me over the edge into a wild orgasm. I come on his shaft, moaning and barely supporting myself, and he fucks me through it. He’s unrelenting and incredible, and when I finish, he growls and turns me around.
I drop to my knees and grasp his shaft in both hands. He smears his cock against my lips, gripping my hair tightly, and I take him into my mouth, tasting my pussy and his precum. I suck him clean, licking him balls to tip and staring into his eyes as he grabs my hair tighter and pushes me down deeper. “That’s right,” he purrs. “Suck my cock, my lovely princess. I love the way your lips spread for me. You’re so goddamn pretty on your knees. You think I’d ever let you go when you do this to me? No, Mirella, you’re all mine.”
He fucks my mouth faster and releases a roar of ecstasy as his seed coats my tongue and throat. He comes in thick ropes of utter pleasure and I shiver with the carnal knowledge that yes, I do this to him, I drive this man to the edge and beyond. I swallow him, taking every drop, proud of the way he groans in total pleasure. I bring this monster to his knees with nothing but my mouth and my body, and it’s a power I relish.
When he’s done, I clean him off. I lick him lovingly and tenderly. I make sure I get every drop and swallow it all before he leans down and kisses me, tongue in my mouth, not afraid of his own taste.
When he’s done with me, he pulls me to my feet and pats my ass, squeezing it. “Go unpack,” he orders. “When you’re finished, come find me. We have more work to do.”
“I thought we should take a break after earlier.”
“Fuck taking a break.” He squeezes my rump tightly. “Unpack. Now.”
“Yes, Fynn,” I whisper.
That makes him smile.
He leaves me then. I’m a shivering, heart-fluttering wreck, but I obey him. I go into my room and unpack my bag.
Chapter 17
Mirella
Fynn works harder than I’ve ever seen over the next couple days. It’s like the meeting with Cillian only galvanized him even more.
What I feared the most doesn’t come to pass. I don’t get called into Casso’s study and tortured to death and nobody treats me like an outsider or a traitor. Karah’s still kind and outgoing and Elise takes an interest in me, inviting me to sit by the pool with her. Even Olivia seems to forget about her warning and joins us most afternoons in the shade near the water.
And if what’s bubbling up to the surface between me and Fynn bothers him at all or is on his mind, he doesn’t show it. He keeps his focus on improving, and bit by bit, I notice small changes, little improvements that suggest a massive leap it on the way.
On the morning of the meeting, in the car outside of the restaurant, Fynn leans back in the driver’s seat and stares at the outdoor seating, the manicured plants, the fancy wooden detailing around the windows and the massive oak door. He’s tense and worried, though he looks incredible in his slick black suit.
