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“Nothing. I just…I don’t know.”

“This is the first time since we met that you have been lost for words. You are alive. You came back to me. I will never let you leave my side again.”

Her face hardens but she says nothing.

I lift her chin to me. “You are mine. Say it.”

“I am yours.” Her eyes look glassy, like she might be about to start crying.

I go to ask her what’s wrong when she kisses me. I forget all about the conversation, my tongue swirling circles over the tip of hers, my hand grabbing her in the small of her back, pulling her to me.

I have to have her. She’s like a drug. One kiss and I’m lost. I reach for her top, yanking it up, only breaking the embrace longenough to get it over her head. Then she’s ripping the buttons from my shirt.

The room is filled with the sound of clothes being shredded. I get her pants off her in time to find her soaking wet, her panties dark between her legs. I run my fingers over the patch, finding her folds and then her clit, teasing her through the fabric.

“Fuck me,” she says, laying on the rug at our feet, her legs wide apart. “I need you in me.”

I strip out of the last of my clothes, joining her on the rug, burying my face between her legs, tasting her sweetness, finer than any vodka in the world.

I lick her clit until she’s thrusting her hips up toward my face, cursing and praising me in turn as I tease her, keeping her from tipping over the edge.

“Come for me,” I say at last, sliding a finger into her and plunging it deep as she achieves her climax. She moans loudly, saying my name and my cock twitches in response.

Before she’s recovered, I’m moving up her body, straddling her chest, pushing myself into her mouth, stifling her cries with my cock.

I thrust back and forth, enjoying the way she stares up at me. “You are mine,” I tell her, stroking her hair. “You are my wife. You belong to me. I own you.”

She continues to stare but something flickers across her eyes. What was that?

The question fades as her tongue glides over me, bringing me too close to coming. I slip free from her mouth, letting her take deep gasping breaths as I move her onto all fours.

She presses her head down, pushing her ass up toward me so I can stare at the perfect sight of her on display for me. I move her knees apart, positioning myself behind her.

“Mine forever,” I tell her as I push my cock into her. “My perfect wife.”

7

Mila

Every word cuts deep. Not letting me go. Owning me. Possessing me.

We had a deal. He agreed to let me go if I did this. I could walk away. We’d work out shared custody of our child.

Why am I surprised he’s forgotten already? Just said what he needed to say to get me to agree to the deal, to go and put myself in danger for him.

I want to hate him but it’s hard when he’s thrusting into me and my orgasm is still fading. He’s so good at sex, it’s like living in a dream. He knows exactly what to do and when to do it. It’s better than a dream, in fact. I could never have dreamed it would be this good.

He holds onto my hips, driving deep into me, filling me completely, making a second climax almost inevitable.

I reach under myself, stroking my clit as he thrusts faster. “Give it to me,” I tell him. “Come in me.”

I want to believe I have no choice, that he’s forcing this upon me, but I know the truth. I want this as much as he does. I love this. Which is why I have to end it.

I can’t stay with him. It would be too intense. Too much to take. Trapped with a man who would turn into my father.

I have to get away as soon as possible. The only question is how best to do it. I can’t think, not with what’s happening right now.

He pulls out of me, turning me onto my back. “I want to look into your eyes,” he says as he lowers himself onto my body. He crushes me under him, kissing my neck, my lips, my chest.

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