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This is how I make twelve hours last forever.
I claim her. Make her mine. Mark her.
This is how we’ll still exist as one, even when we’re not together anymore.
“Felix.” She throws her head back and cries, resting on her elbows, arching her back, and desperately searching for air. “Oh god.”
I slam deep inside her, moving the table with my momentum, and drawing a cry that settles deep in my soul.
Every sound she makes marks me. Every time she reaches out for me is another score on my heart. Every time she tightens her legs and refuses to set me free, yet another.
My phone trills again. Screaming for attention and stealing from me when I only want to focus on this. On us.
“Fuck.” I jut forward and fill her cunt, bouncing her body off of mine and hauling her back again. But when the fucking phone won’t stop, I reach into my pocket and take the device out to discover Clarke Jameson’s name flashing on my screen.
“Don’t you dare,” Christabelle warns. “Don’t?—”
I press a hand to her mouth to silence her words, then I swipe my thumb across the screen and answer with the other. But I’ll be damned if my hips stop moving.
“What?” I demand, marking Christabelle’s face with the tightening of my fingers. Though, in my defense, her teeth latch onto my palm and bite hard enough to hurt. “You’d better be calling to tell me my money is on the way.”
“Y-yes, sir, Mr. Malone.” I don’t know where he is. Don’t know who he’s with. But the room he’s in echoes. “I was calling to apologize.”
“Felix!” Christabelle snaps, her word muffled by my hand. She grabs my wrist and digs her nails into my skin. But instead of releasing her, I move that hand down to her throat and tighten my grip until her eyes widen.
But I’ll be damned if I see fear in them.
She’s not afraid I’ll kill her. Fuck, she’s afraid I’llstop.
Proving her desire, her pussy clenches, and her pupils grow larger. Wanting. Frantic.
“I have ended all business dealings with Mr. Pastore,” Clarke explains, completely oblivious to what I do on my side of the line. “His family and mine have parted ways. Even if he were to approach me a second time, my loyalties remain with you.”
“Good.” I lean over Christabelle’s long, delicious body and slide mytongue into her mouth when she opens it. “Tell me why you won’t screw with me again, Clarke. Tell me in detail. And don’t you fucking stop until I say you can.”
I bring the phone from my ear, mute my side of the call so he can’t hear us, but set him on speaker so we can hear him.
“Uh…” Hesitant, he clears his throat. “Mr. Malone, sir, your family is good to mine. We have been in business together for decades, and?—”
“You’re an egotistical maniac,” Christabelle rasps, speaking over the man who sings my praises. “You want to fuck while someone tells you how wonderful you are?”
“You can tell me, too, if you want.” I toss the phone on the table and wrap my hand around her hip, squeezing until I create fresh bruising, then I yank her closer and use her up. I force my cock deep inside her body until she can’t take any more, then I release her throat, but grab her chin instead. “I want you to tell me I’m a fuckin god, Christabelle. I want tobeyour god.”
“You’re just a man.” She drops her head back and mewls, her body bouncing away with every thrust. “Just a man.”
“Yourman.” I look down between us and watch my engorged cock glide into her pussy. I groan at the way she froths for me. At the way her cunt pulses around me. “I’m gonna keep you, Christabelle.”
I sweep my arm beneath her back and yank her up until our chests clash. Her hair dangles, tickling my arms, and her breath hits my chin. But her hips ride my cock. Her heart pounds against mine.
“We have a history of strong family ties,”Clarke continues. “And your successes are an inspiration.”
“Felix…”
I tear Christabelle’s V-neck down and free her tits, her nipples puckered and rock hard, tempting me closer. Cupping her breast and forcing her torso to stretch, her spine to straighten, I take her nipple between my lips and bite, drawing a gasp from deep in her chest and causing her pussy to flutter around my cock.
“So delicious.” I nibble, just to hear her cry. “So fucking tasty.”
“And your family has always been good to mine…”
