Page 53 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

I whimpered.

“Say it.”

I smashed my lips together and smiled beneath the curtain of my hair.

“Don’t deny me,” he growled.

I did, but only because I knew he liked it.

“Goddammit,” he grunted. “Now I’m going to have to show you.”

I heard the sound of his belt being tugged from his pants, and I shivered. He’d trained me to like this. And I did. God, did I like it.

He held me down and fucked me fast and hard as he lashed my ass with the belt. He was breathing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath. I’d barely be able to walk out of this office, but it would be worth it. I liked taking his pain away.

What was wrong with me?

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, slapping his hips against mine. “Why do you push me like this? Just say it, baby girl.”

I finally relented, giving him what he wanted.

“I’m yours. You own me.”

It wasn’t a lie.

He fell on top of me as his cock jerked inside of me, filling me with everything he had. I clenched around him and whined when he pulled away.

He fixed his clothes, and then mine, the same way he always did. Then he pulled me back into his lap. My ass was sore as hell, and he smirked when he saw me wince.

“I’ll take care of that for you tonight,” he said softly.

“Okay.”

He always took care of me afterwards. That was how I knew he did have a heart. I leaned back against his chest just to feel it, and he kissed my neck.

“Brighton?”

“Hmm?” I murmured sleepily.

“Thank you.”

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