“I don’t want gentle. I just want you,” she whispers. “All of you.” I growl, and then my lips are on her. She wants all of me, so I give myself to her. All six foot three of barren soul and misguided morals. All of my broken, black heart. All of the nothing I am is now hers. She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor. She’s my prey, and I’m the predator. She is mine to do with as I please. And what I please right now is to make her come. Make her scream my name. Make her feel every inch of my desire for her and show her she’s always belonged to me. I want to see her tears of pleasure. I want to
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