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“You think I need this?”
“I do, and so do you, or you’d use your safeword. Use it now or I’m going ahead.”
“Fuck off.”
He chuckled and split the leggings in half, then opened his fly and stepped between her legs. “Last time I checked, baby, your safeword was crocodile. I can’t wait to get you into the club and strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. Now, what do you say to your Dom, Anabella?”
“Fuck. Off.” She enunciated each word so distinctly.
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
Parting her labia with the head of his cock, he pressed himself into her with one long push, groaning as he did so and hearing her moan in response. Yeah, some women just need a little more alphahole in their Dom than others. He gripped her hips, pulling back on her as he surged forward until he was balls deep. Nothing and no one had ever felt as complete and as right as his Anabella. And she was his.
Pleasure and need flowed through his body, filling him with a sense of purpose that he’d never felt before. He wasn’t just cannon fodder to be used up and tossed away. He was Anabella Foster’s Dom and that was a hill he could happily die on. She’d taken him to his root, and he was where he needed to be.
The connection he’d only felt with her was uppermost in his mind. Even though he was angry, even though he wanted to punish her for her behavior, and even though this was absolutely the wrong time to be doing this, he drew back and slammed into her.
“Please, Cooper,” she cried.
“Please, what, baby? Please stop? Use your safeword. Please fuck me hard? Ask for it nicely.”
“Nooo,” she wailed.
“Safeword or please—one or the other,” he said as he drew back, holding her steady by her hips before plunging deep.
He thought for one horrific moment she might say crocodile, but then he felt her soften in his hands.
“Please, Coop. Please. I need you.”
“That’s my girl,” he crooned as he gave over to his primal self and began fucking her like they both wanted and needed—hard, rough, dominant, and possessive.
Over and over, his hips rocked back and forth as he drove deep into her with each forward motion. He thrust in and out again and again, pounding into her and dragging his cock in and out over her sweet spot until she cried out as a powerful climax overtook her and her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming up and down his length and breadth.
Harder and harder he hammered her pussy, fucking her through one orgasm and then a second.
“Who do you belong to, Anabella?” he growled as he continued to stroke her with a frenzied fury that felt deliberate and necessary. “Who?”
“You, Cooper. You.”
“Say it.”
“I belong to you, Cooper. Please…”
“Damn straight you belong to me.”
He surged into her a final time, his body shaking against her as he held her tight, and his cock pumped his release into her.
“I love you, Anabella. Talk to me,” he said as he withdrew and then scooped her up in his arms, walking back around to the front of the sofa. “What was that about?”
He watched as the guarded look left her eyes. “I fear that I’ll lose myself in you. I fear that in the end, I’ll just be one more notch on the bedpost.”
“God, how can you think that? I have never told another woman I loved her, because until you came charging into my life, I wasn’t sure I was capable of that particular emotion—or any of the other ones that feel good—joy, contentment, belonging.”
“Coop, you’re gorgeous and I can attest to the kind of amazing sexual connection and skill you bring to the table. I’m just your average curvy girl. I’m really okay with that, but I’m just afraid someone better will come along.”
He shook his head and smiled ruefully. “I am so taking a single tail to your gorgeous ass when we get to the club. I’m going to come up with all kinds of ways to get you to accept just how truly beautiful you are. That was probably a little more intense than Dr. Harlowe had in mind, but you needed to know, I will not be pushed aside because of your fear.”
“I think I got that message.”
