“Who does this pussy belong to?” I slam into her. “Y-you.” “Will anyone else ever fuck you again?” Thrust. “No.” She throws her head back and I drag my teeth over the soft skin of her neck. “Kiss you?” Thrust. “No.” “Taste you?” Thrust. “No, Max.” “Damn right, baby girl, because you’re mine. I warned you that my kind of love wasn’t what you were looking for, but you went after it anyway. And now that you got it, it’s not the kind you can escape.”
