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“What do you want from me, Dante?” I whisper. He looks up at me and holds my gaze, his eyes intense and filled with desire. I can see the color of them better like this and it makes my stomach flutter.
“I think you know what I want, pequeña.” His voice is so low and lustful that I want to crawl into it, but I hold myself. I can’t give into him again. I can’t let him take my body and then discard me when he’s done with it. I refuse to be treated like that again.
“I don’t know what you want, actually. All I know is that you take what you want from people and then throw them away like garbage.” My voice is laced with venom, but it doesn’t phase him. His hands have moved to my hair, pulling it back so that his lips can have free reign on my throat. My body betrays me and trembles in his hold.
“You’re wrong again. I don’t take from just anyone, I take what is mine.”
He bites at my throat before his lips crash down on mine, stealing away any response or thought that I had for him. His kiss is both bruising and passionate, a mixed cocktail of emotions. He licks and bites at my mouth, growling when my tongue starts to duel with his. He tastes so fucking good that I almost give myself over to him completely. Until his words replay in my head, spinning over and over again like a record.
He called mehis.Not his lover or woman or anything special to him, buthisbody that he can control and do what he pleases with. My palm doesn’t just itch with the need to slap him, it burns. I rip my mouth away from him and step back. His eyes are wild and his perfect lips are swollen from our kiss. I take a second to admire him before my hand rears back and then slaps him clear across his face, the sound echoing in my small bedroom.
His hand goes to his mouth, wiping his lip with the back of it. My breathing is wild from both his intense kiss and the anticipation of his next move. He could try to fuck me or kill me, it really could go either way with him. I decide to speak again before he has a chance to make any move.
“Hurts, doesn’t it? Now you know how my dignity felt last night after I threw myself at you. I’m done playing your games, Dante. I’m not a toy or just somethingyou can mess with whenever you see fit. I’m a person with actual feelings, though you have no idea what that’s probably like, but I am that. I am everything, but yours.”
I turn away from him, tears now clouding my vision. I blame them on the alcohol from earlier, but I know it’s him that’s causing them. I swallow them back and grab a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt from my closet, ignoring him as I try to leave the bedroom. His hand immediately reaches out and grabs mine, yanking me back and into his solid chest. I want to moan from the contact, but I bite it back. He moves my hair to whisper in my ear, his warm breath tickling me.
“That will be the last time that you hit me, Esmeralda. Because like it or not, you. Are. Mine.” He licks my ear before biting the lobe, his rough hand traveling up my stomach and landing on my breast that’s only covered by my bra. He squeezes it and I let the moan that I’ve been biting back free. He growls in response, palming my breast even harder.
“You’re mine to protect,” he murmurs in between kisses that he’s giving my throat and jaw.
“Mine to watch.” His kiss is now near the corner of my mouth.
“Mine to fuck.” His last words leave me shaking, but they pale in comparison to the kiss he gives my mouth now.
He bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before tracing my teeth with his tongue. No man has ever kissed me like he does. His kisses are all consuming, like he’s trying to absorb me. I can’t do anything now but succumb to him, my desire for him a weakness like no other.
He whips me around and pushes me onto the bed, my face resting against my soft comforter. My ass is in the air and is cool from the lack of clothing except for my panties. The feeling doesn’t last long because within a second, his hand smacks me so hard on my butt that it sounds like the crack of a whip.
At this moment, I should be screaming in protest and doing everything to get away from him, but I do nothing of the sort. No, instead, like the sick woman that I am, I nearly come from his rough touch. My thighs shake and a pool of wetness surges from my pussy. I can’t contain the reaction, it’s practically chemical. He is the puppet master that controls the strings on my body, and I let him.
He yanks my panties down to my thighs, not bothering to pull them the rest of the way. I hear the clanking of his belt being undone and a moment later, he’s pushing inside me. His cock is hard as steel and pushes through my walls effortlessly, we both groan at the contact. Within seconds, he’s fucking me so roughly that my bed is banging against the wall.
I don’t bother biting back my moans, it’s too late to hide my desire from him. He feels it in the depth of my sex that he’s fucking like a madman. He feels it in every quake of my body, in every flex of my hips and in every grip that my womb gives him.
It feels different this way, deeper than the last time. It feels like he’s touching every single part inside of me, including my soul and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, because it feels too fucking good. My hands grab the comforter and I twist it with my fingers, screaming into the mattress and my pussy shakes and convulses around him.
He fucks me harder when I come, pounding into me at an Olympic speed. All I can do is take it and let my body give into the pleasure that it so desperately craves from him. I feel his breath between my shoulder blades as he lowers his mouth to speak, biting my skin directly after.
“Mierda mía.”Fucking mine.
I whimper through my next orgasm, and it rolls in waves and goes on for a millennium. As soon as I’m nearing the end of it, he comes. Only this time, he doesn’t pull out. No, this time, he comes so much inside of me that I feel it leak out of me, mixing with my wetness that’s pooled in between my thighs. I lay there on the bed as his chest crashes down onto my back, his breath coming out in large pants.
He came inside of me and we didn’t use a condom. We haven’t used a condom any of the times he’s fucked me.
The realization hits me so hard that I’m scrambling out from under him, rolling to the floor and yanking my panties up. He lays back on my bed, his cock hanging out of his pants and I allow myself to look at it. It’s beautiful and surprisingly, still hard. This man is a literal animal.
“We didn’t use a condom. Not for the first time either.”
He seems unbothered by my words, tucking his cock back into his pants before zipping them up and buckling his belt.
“Did you hear-”
“Yes, I heard you, Esmeralda.” He cuts me off, his voice is casual. It pisses me off.
“You forget that I have access to everything on your computer and in your house. That includes your medical records. I know that not only are you clean, but you’re on birth control.”
I feel the steam rising from my chest and leaving through my ears. This man literally invades everything in my life. My body, my possessions, my privacy and now, my fucking medical reports. The only thing kept from him is my heart and I’ll be damned if I let him even get close to that.
