Page 103 of Boards & Betrayal

Ally smiled sheepishly. "I forgot you didn't know about that," she said. "Yeah, after he found me with you?—"

The thought of Nick messing up Ally's life ignited a fury inside me that I struggled to contain. Before I could say anything more, I pulled her into a passionate kiss, pouring all my emotions into that single moment—anger, love, desperation, and hope.

She responded with equal fervor, her hands gripping my shirt as if anchoring herself to me. I channeled all my anger into the kiss, letting the fury fuel every movement. Nick had ruined her life, and I hadn't known. The thought burned through me like wildfire, igniting a rage that needed an outlet.

I dominated her, pushing Ally against the wall with a force that matched my emotions. She gasped but didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into me, her breath coming in short, urgent bursts.

"That's it," she whispered, breathless. "Take it out on me, Tom."

Something inside me snapped. I yanked at her clothes, tugging and pulling with a roughness that mirrored the storm inside me. Buttons flew off her shirt as I tore it open, exposing her bare skin to my touch. She shivered but didn’t protest.

My hands moved to her jeans, fumbling with the zipper before tearing them down her legs. She kicked them off impatiently, her eyes locked onto mine with a mix of defiance and desire.

Every action was driven by raw emotion. My hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch as if to erase Nick’s influence from her life. I needed to mark her as mine—to protect and possess in equal measure.

Ally’s hands clawed at my shirt, pulling it over my head with equal fervor. Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. We were a whirlwind of motion, lost in a tangle of limbs and heat.

I pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place as I leaned in close. "You’re mine," I growled against her lips.

"Yes," she breathed, arching against me. "All yours."

The words fueled my need even further. I stripped away the last of our clothing with a single-minded intensity, driven by the need to make this moment ours—to reclaim what had been stolen from us.

Her body responded to mine with a desperate urgency that matched my own. Every touch, every kiss was an explosion of sensation—a cathartic release for both of us.

I pushed into Ally with a force that matched the anger surging through me. The heat of her body enveloped me, tightening around my length in a way that only amplified the storm inside. Every thrust was a raw, primal claim, an assertion of dominance that bordered on the edge of losing control.

Her gasps and moans spurred me on, each sound like gasoline to the fire burning within. My own breaths came out ragged and guttural, a raw need and frustration escaping from deep within my chest.

"Take it," I growled, my voice dripping with anger and lust. "Take every inch of me."

She responded with a whimper, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arched against me. Her submission fueled my need further, pushing me to drive into her harder, faster.

"You're mine," I snarled against her ear, each word laced with possessive fury. "All fucking mine."

The wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with the desperate noises we both made. My grip on her wrists tightened as I pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust a physical manifestation of the rage boiling inside me.

"You like this?" I hissed, my breath hot against her neck. "You like being fucked by me? Knowing I'm the one who owns you?"

"Yes," she breathed out, her voice trembling with desire.

The admission sent a jolt of satisfaction through me. I drove deeper, savoring the way her body clenched around mine, holding me in an iron grip that only spurred my need further.

"Say it," I demanded harshly. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours," she cried out, her voice cracking under the weight of our shared intensity.

"Good girl," I grunted, driving into her even harder. The wall was solid but groaned beneath us, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but this—her submission, our connection, and the primal need to claim what was mine.

Each thrust brought us closer to the edge, our bodies moving in perfect sync despite the chaotic storm raging within us both. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion—heavybreaths, desperate moans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"You're going to come for me," I growled out through clenched teeth. "Come all over my cock."

Her body tensed around me, a vice grip that nearly pushed me over the edge. Ally's breath hitched, her moans escalating into desperate cries. I felt her shudder, her muscles contracting in waves that squeezed and pulled at me, dragging me deeper into the abyss of our shared frenzy.

"That's it," I groaned, each word a struggle against the primal urge to let go. "Come for me."

Her climax hit her like a storm, her entire body convulsing with the force of it. The sight of her unraveling, the feel of her losing control under my touch—it was intoxicating. Her moans turned into a symphony of ecstasy, a melody that resonated through every fiber of my being.

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