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Chapter forty-eight
I grabbed her hips and pulled her one top of me. Her hot core teased my hard cock, nothing but two aggravating scraps of fabric keeping me from being inside her.
She leaned forward, her long hair dusting my chest, and brushed her lips over mine. I gripped the back of her neck and claimed her fucking mouth the way I should have done the first time I laid eyes on her. Hard. Bruising. Feral. Our tongues clashed. My fingers twisted in her hair, pulling her mouth harder against mine. I lifted my hips, pushing my dick against her clit. She opened wider, letting me explore deeper. She moaned in my mouth, and fuck, I almost came right then.
I pulled away, still gripping her hair in my fist. “One day, I’m going to be all this pussy thinks about.”
She licked her swollen lips. “You already are.”
“Arms up, Little Rebel” I said, and she obeyed, letting me pull her t-shirt over her head. I hooked my fingers in the sides of her panties, and she lifted her hips and maneuvered out of them. I would have just yanked them the fuck off if she hadn’t already been hurt enough today.
This moment wasn’t about breaking her. It was about fixing what was broken. Not just in her, but in me too. It was about using our bodies to purge all the fucking chaos. It was about putting us back together.
A rush of air filled my lungs when I tugged my underwear off, like I was finally able to breathe. The wait was suffocating. She rubbed her slit over the length of my cock. Hot. Wet. Greedy.Fuck.I pinched her nipples, making her throw her head back with a moan. She kept rocking against me, teasing me, torturing me.
“So fucking wet for me.” I lifted my hips and the tip of my dick pushed inside her hole. “Always wet.” I sat up, pressing her tits against my chest. Her body was so hot, so soft, so perfect. I’d never in my life fucked anyone bare until Anniston, but she was so tight, so slick, so hot, I wanted to fucking live inside her. I had no idea if she was on birth control. Didn’t care. The thought of a part ofmegrowing insideheronly made my dick harder. It was like owning her from the inside out.
“Ride me, Ani.” I nipped her ear, her neck, then her chin, finally pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. My hands gripped her hips, lifting her up, then pulling her back down on my cock—all the way down. She gasped. I grinned. “I said, fucking ride me.”
She moved, slowly. So. Fucking. Slowly. Halfway up my length, then back down. I raised my hips, pushing as deep as I could go. I knew she needed this. I wanted to give her this. But it was too much. And not enough.
“Your body is mine.” I thrust into her, animalistic and raw. Her breath left her parted lips in short, hot pants. “Your pussy is mine.” I reached around and squeezed her ass cheek in one hand, bruising her soft flesh, then grabbed the back of her hair with the other. I yanked her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. “Your fucking soul is mine.” My hips rammed into her. She met me thrust for thrust, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I leaned down and pinched her nipple between my teeth. My fingers gripped her ass. My hand pulled her hair. Nothing sweet. Nothing gentle. I spread her ass cheeks and moved my fingers in her crack, teasing her hole with the tip of my middle finger.
“Oh, god,” she whimpered as she rode my dick. “Chandler.” Another moan. “Oh, god.”
She liked that. My dirty fucking girl.
I let go of her hair and gripped her chin. “Look at me.” I slid my thumb inside her mouth. “I want you to see who made you come.” Her eyes locked with mine as she swirled her tongue around my thumb, then bit it. Baby, there are so many things I want to do to you.Her walls clenched around me as I pounded her to the finish line. “Scream for me, Little Rebel. Tell the world who you belong to.”
She sucked on my thumb, her gaze locked on mine. Fuck. This was it. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around me as I thrust into her one final time. Her body convulsed, and she came with a cry.
One word.
But it was enough.
“Chandler.”
“You’re goddamn right, baby.” I shot my release inside her, deep and hot. “All fucking mine.”
For the first night as far back as I could remember, I slept. No weed. No pills. Just deep, peaceful sleep.
The sun crept through the cracks beneath her thick velvet curtains. Anniston slept peacefully on my chest. I trailed my fingertips along the bandages covering the cuts on her back, the only flaws on her perfect skin.
I did that.
It may have been his blade, but it was my hand that pushed it. He lashed out at her to get back at me.
I started a war and made her body collateral damage.
Her body was marred with my sins. She was reverent, holy, and I desecrated her. I had no right touching her last night. No right fucking her. She gave and I took. I took because I was a selfish fucking bastard who took what I wanted, and I wanted her. But I didn’t deserve her.
I brushed my finger across her cheek. She stirred but went right back to her soft little snore. So fucking cute. I pulled the covers over her naked body, kissed her forehead, then climbed out of bed.
“I want to own you,” I whispered, “but I need to earn you.”
