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He curled his hands underneath my thighs, hoisted me up, and kept my legs spread wide as he lined up his cock with the entrance of my pussy.
I gasped at the feel of the thick head pushing against my inner walls, stretching them, demanding entry. I gripped his broad shoulders for purchase and—
Kaiser yanked me down just as he punched up his hips, ramming his fat cock deep with a hoarse growl. “Mine.”
He roughly powered into me with heavy, upward rolls of his hips. His pace was furious. Feral. Exquisite. Delving a hand into his hair, I wrapped my free arm around his shoulders and held on for the ride.
He licked at a spot on the side of my throat. “I’m gonna leave my mark on you right here. Where everyone can see it.”
The thought of it, of him branding me for all to see, made my inner muscles clench and ripple.
He groaned, upping his pace. “Yeah, you want that.”
I wanted everything from him. Everything. And, through some unexpected twist of fate, it seemed like I might just get it. Well, not the teenage fantasy of marrying him. He seemed to have very unflattering views about marriage. But he wanted a relationship, not merely a casual arrangement. That was good enough for me.
His hold on the underneath of my thighs became tighter, his breathing turned harsher, and his thrusts became more devastatingly brutal.
I scratched at his scalp, feeling my core heat and clench and spasm. “I’m gonna come,” I warned him.
“Yeah, you fucking are.” He tilted his hips slightly, grinding against my clit as he pounded, stabbing anamazingspot inside me with his cock. “Inaya,” he murmured, his smoky voice thick. “MyInaya.”
Yes. His. And hearing him say itshovedme into a blinding, explosive orgasm that whipped through my muscles, bowed my back, and trapped a scream in my throat—the pleasure so overwhelming that I wouldn’t have been shocked if actual tears sprung to my eyes.
Kaiser pinned me more firmly against the wall as he snapped his hips upward harder and faster, positively merciless as he chased his own release. Then, biting into my throat, he buried his cock impossibly deep and exploded.
The strength seeped from every muscle in my body as my orgasm subsided. As his teeth disappeared from my neck, I slumped forward, settling my head on his shoulder. Neither of us moved for long moments, trembling and panting.
His death grip on my thighs gentled as, finally, he pushed away from the wall. He carried me to the bedroom and lay me on the mattress. After shedding his shoes, jeans, and socks he joined me.
“In case it wasn’t clear,” he began, “our arrangement is over. You’re mine now. Deal with it.”
Struggling to catch my breath, I blinked. “Deal with it?”
“Yeah.”
Be still, my heart. I rolled onto my side to face him and asked a question I’d meant to pose at him earlier. “Did you ignore my calls because you were angry over the whole missing me thing?”
He frowned, clamping his hand around my hip. “I didn’t ignore them. I just didn’t answer or return them.”
“How is that not ignoring them? And why was your phone switched off at one point?”
“No sooner had that video of you and Camila gone viral than I started getting constant calls from my people, her people, my old bandmates—it went on and on. I got sick of it. I put thephone on silent mode. But then I got tired of watching the damn screen light up, so I switched it off for a while.”
“And you didn’t return my calls when you switched it back on because …?”
“I thought about it. But I told myself that it wasn’t necessary; that we were only in an arrangement; that we could talk when you got back.” He threw me a sour look. “I listened to your voicemail about ten times. Needed to hear your voice.”
“You’re blaming me for that as well?”
“Yes.”
I shook my head. “You’re unreal at times.” I paused. “You honestly don’t care about the video that’s now online of me and Camila arguing?”
“No. But I thought you might.”
“Why?”
“When it comes to us, I’ve done nothing to be worth the shit you’ve recently dealt with. Camila, the video, the endless amount of headlines … It could make anyone thinkfuck this.”
