“It bothered me for a split second yesterday, when you called me your whore.” She palms my cock and starts rubbing slowly. “But I realized today: you can call me anything you want—as long as you also call me yours.” Fuck me. My lips crash against hers. I push her back against the bed and get on top. I’ll worry about the consequences of my complete lack of discipline tomorrow. For right now, I want to claim her. I want to own her. I want to consume her. For all her betrayal, all her deception and all the lies, there’s no denying it anymore: the woman belongs to me.
MA’AM
