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“I heard Thayer say you were single in her video. Do you really think I’d ever let someone else fuck you?”
His body is tense as he waits for my response. He looks ready to snap.
“IfI think I can fuck someone else it’s only because you’ve said repeatedly that you weren’t looking for a relationship or anything serious.”
“Yes or no, Bellamy. ” He demands.
“Yes.” I say, exasperatedly. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I went out with or slept with someone else.”
His hand shoots out and grabs my nape, using it to tug me against him.
“Wrong.” He bites a trail from my throat across my jaw line and to my lips where he draws blood. The metallic taste fills my mouth. “There’s no one else for you, Bell.”
His lips come crashing down on mine.
He’s an animal. He bites, he licks, he takes.
He’s always been possessive, but this is different. It’s like he wants to mark every part of my body, to leave traces of himself everywhere on the outside like he already has on the inside.
But I can’t get his words about him sleeping with someone else out of my head.
“Rogue, stop.” I say, ripping my mouth away from his and turning my head. “I’m not sleeping with you if you fucked someone else this week.”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t.” I repeat.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” He says, yanking the top fabric of my wrap around halter dress up and exposing my breasts. He tweaks both nipples as he nuzzles my neck. “I missed you.”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it.” I say, trying to resist his advances.
“This is new for me. No idea what I’m doing.” He says, mollifying me. His words are muffled against my skin. “Tell me you missed me too.” He kisses and bites the column of my neck.
I arch into him, the combination of biting, licking, and sucking sending heat pooling into my belly.
“I missed you too.” I admit.
His hand snakes under my dress and rips my panties clean off. He stuffs them in his pants before drawing his fingers up my slit to my clit.
He moans approvingly against my skin. “You’re always so wet for me baby.”
“Mhmm.” I moan huskily as he pushes two fingers into me, his thumb staying back to flick my clit. He spears me with his fingers, his rhythm brutal.
“You’re such a good girl for me. I can feel you squeezing my fingers and gushing on my hand. You fucking love it rough, don’t you?”
He slaps the side of my ass when I say nothing.
“Ah! Yes, I love it.”
He slides a third finger into me, continuing his savage pace. I'm on the cusp of a blinding orgasm, seconds away from teetering over the edge when he abruptly pulls out of me.
I cry out sharply at the loss of his fingers.
His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes once, warningly.
“That’s for letting another man touch what belongs to me.” He smacks my clit.
Once.
