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My voice deserves to be heard. Only last night, it wasn’t my voice that did the talking. Nope. It was the dumb sex sounds that filled the room, even if they were barely a whisper. What I hate even more is that his aggressiveness turned me on. Excessively.
he’s an asshole, just like the Tinder jerk. And that should negate how good he looks. Frustratingly, it doesn’
I take a moment to compose myself after being pulled and pushed and shoved and, by every definition of the phrase, thrown around. And Jesus, why do I like it so much?
What the fuck, brain? Or mouth? Whichever one of you thought that was a good idea.
Such an impudent mouse deserves to be thoroughly marked until the whole goddamn world knows precisely who he belongs to.
“My perfect little mess. Fucking beautiful.” I stroke his swollen lips,
"This is mine now, understand?” I give a pointed squeeze and he whimpers. “No one else gets to see or touch what belongs to me.” He nods. “
"What are you doing to me, Eli?" His voice is a ragged whisper. "I could ask you the same thing." I smooth back a lock of his dark brown hair. "I've never felt so connected to someone either."
Our gazes lock and something dangerous yet vulnerable passes between us. Carefully, I extract his fingers despite his needy whine and smooth the latex over my aching length, then slick myself up. I want to wreck this man in the most profound ways imaginable, but uncertainty flickers in my chest. This step . . . having sex with him . . . My heart beats wildly. It’ll be more than just physical. "We can stop. We don't have to—" "I need this." The confession rips its way free because this man owns me as irrevocably as I own him.
need to fuck you until it’s branded on your soul that every part of you belongs to me. Not anyone else. Me. And only me.”
“This is my ass, my property. Fucking mine and only mine.” I grip Eli’s thighs, folding him nearly in half as I fuck into him like an animal. His pretty cock leaks ribbons across his clenched abs, and I can't resist wrapping my fingers around it. “Yes, yes. Please, there. Fuck . . .” I stroke downward, twisting just so as I tighten my grip. "Oh, fuck Alexei . . ." His ass clamps down like a vise around me. "Your perfect dick’s going to make me come so hard."
"You might be my father but Eli is mine." My father turns back to me, one eyebrow ticking up. “Yours?” “Mine.” I straighten to my full height. “I love him, and I won't let anyone hurt him, not even you.”
Only Eli drops the coffee and rushes over, shoving my father away. “Don’t you fucking touch him.” I push Eli behind me, not wanting my father to lay a hand on my Solnyshko.
“What does Solnyshko mean? You've called me that a few times." I huff out a small laugh. "Closest translation is sunshine."
There’s no denying I've fallen truly, madly in love with this man who unravels me effortlessly. My perfect counterbalance.
All that I am is yours. You are everything to me." "I love you too," he whispers against my neck. "Exactly as you are."
“If one strand of hair on his pretty little head breaks, I’ll rip someone’s throat out with my teeth.”
