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I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else watching her like I was. She was mine. My obsession, my addiction, my everything. And tonight, as I stared at her through the window, I realized just how fucked up I was over her. Storee had become my life. The only thing that mattered.
“Once we start,” I warned. “We don’t stop,” she finished the sentence for me.
“Because after tonight, you’ll never fuck another man again. Never again.”
“This pussy is mine. Mine.”
“There’s no turning back, Storee,” he whispered to me, his lips finding my ear. “You thought I was protective and overbearing before… Now you’re going to see what it means when you’re truly mine.”
“You’re mine now.” I smiled and pushed my face to his chest. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “It could be.” He ran a hand over my ass, his fingers trailing down to the wetness of my pussy. “I’m demanding.” “I know.” My smile grew. “I’ll keep my cock in you all the time. I’ll fuck you whenever I want.”
“How do you feel about being mine, Storee?”
“I already am.” My words were breathy. “I’m yours.”
“You’ll have plenty of time to get used to it. Because you’re going to be naked in my bed, covered in my scent, for the rest of your life.”
I should have known what it would mean once I crossed the line with a man like him. He never tried to hide the fact that he was a possessive man, and now that I had given him a piece of myself, I was his entirely.
