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CLARA
He was done talking. I could tell by the look on his face. Tatum had turned all growly, pressing into me until there wasn’t a shred of space between us. He was aroused, that much was clear by the feel of his cock against my abdomen. It felt thick and hard, and my belly fluttered in response. I’d never been this close to a man’s cock before. I’d seen it, big and long, pressing against the zipper of his slacks, but I never knew for sure whether I was the reason for his arousal.
His heat and strength enveloped me, his thick fingers scraped along the skin of my throat, exciting me. Arching my back, I rubbed my hard nipples against the fine cotton of his shirt, luxuriating in feeling his chiseled muscles beneath. His jacket was already off, laying abandoned somewhere on the floor of the dressing room.
I clawed at his tie until it joined his discarded jacket.
I took a deep breath of his scent, reveling in his unique fragrance of sin, darkness, and violence. As in the wild, the lizard brain instantly recognized his scent, blaring out danger, danger, incoming predator. There was a seething monster roiling beneath the tailored, refined mask he wore, and it called to me. A part of me wanted to run so he could catch me. Run me to ground, get his claws in me, drag me to his lair, and do wicked things to me.
He proved me right because the first thing he did was twist my locks around his fist, yank my hair back, and sink his teeth into the juncture between my throat and shoulder.
Like a mating alpha beast, he claimed me.
Ouch, it stung! I bit my bottom lip to stifle my cry, but then his tongue was out, laving and soothing it better.
“Get used to my marks on you, little girl. Not one day will pass when you’re not sporting black and blues from my mouth and hands,” he warned.
Fuck, that was hot. My panties stuck to the cleft of my pussy. All from his words and a little love bite.
“I already know no one’s touched this pussy,” he mused.
“You don’t know that,” I taunted between pants because, yes, I was outright panting by now. It was a little dig to get him back for flirting in front of me earlier.
His head snapped back, black eyes slitted like a snake’s.
“The fuck you say?”
He’d cursed.
Good, his control was slipping.
I strained against him, but his fingers repositioned over my throat and tightened.
I squirmed to get away, knowing he’d like my little game. God knew I liked it.
A snarl rumbled from his chest.
“You heard me,” I rasped.
He pressed his hips into me, pinning me in place, and pressed threats against my mouth—quiet assaults against my lips. “Anyone touches you, and I will sever his hand from his body. Anyone kisses you, and I will surgically remove his lips from his face.”
I was truly sick because his words made me groan, made me grind my wet pussy against the underside of his cock. His hand slipped between us. His fingers pressed deep into my entrance, the heel of his hand abrading my clit.
“This pussy is as pure as the day you were born,” he intoned. “When I burst through the final barrier and stamp the imprint of my cock inside you, you will be mine in every way that counts. I suggest you don’t tempt me to stretch your cunt open and smear your cherry on my cock right here and now. Even if they tear this curtain open while I’m balls deep inside you, I won’t stop. Don’t doubt it, I’m a fucking savage.”
“I dare you,” I hissed back at him.
Losing my virginity to a man like Tatum in a dressing room sounded like a fine idea to me. I wasn’t sentimental. I didn’t need flowers and candlelight to fuck, even for the first time.
But I couldn’t lose my virginity. Remember the stakes. My father, my clan, my crown—fuck it all—I wanted this, I wanted him. I wanted to feel what it was like to have Tatum take me, use me, treat me like his precious princess and his dirty little slut at the same time. It would be worth defying my father this one time. Then I’d hide it and pretend it never happened.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, you’re precious. But I’m not going to be manipulated by a little girl like you. I’ll fuck you when I’m damn well ready, and I can assure you it won’t be in the back of a Soho store.”
Releasing my throat, he dropped to his knees. “But I will give you something to remember me by.”
Startled by his sudden change in position, I grabbed hold of his shoulder to steady myself. I was confused. What was he doing? No, he couldn’t be—
Leaning forward, he took a strong whiff of me as if catching the scent of my pussy. Oh my God. My face flushed hot. Images of internet porn flashed in my mind. Assuming I’d never experience this for myself, I was salivating at the bit to have it happen. Even so, it was unnerving because I never imagined a mafie man doing it. It seemed unthinkable that these conservative, old-fashioned, macho men would. Then again, Tatum was different.
