Page 131 of Fierce Pursuit

I gripped her hips, angling her just how I wanted her, and slammed back inside.

Again. And again.

My gaze locked onto the way her perfect ass bounced with every thrust, the bright red mark from my palm branding her pale skin. Something savage unfurled in my chest at the sight.

God, I could get used to this.

Seeing my marks on her body, knowing she belonged to me. Soon, she would bear my love bites, my handprints, every inch of her covered in proof that she was mine.

She would not be taken from me.

Ever.

One hand locked on her hip, holding her still while I fucked her, while I owned her, while I seared my claim into every nerve of her body. The other traced the curve of her spine, starting at the small dimple just above her ass, gliding upward, featherlight.

She shivered.

I curled my fingers into the damp strands of her hair, fisting it, and pulled.

A gasp ripped from her throat as I wrenched her upright, arching her back until she had no choice but to look forward.

At the mirror.

At us.

“Look,” I growled against her ear. “Watch yourself. Watch how fucking perfect you are under me.”

Her body trembled against mine, her breath sharp and ragged.

And fuck, she was beautiful.

Her usual pink lips were swollen and kiss-bruised, her pupils blown wide with pleasure and defiance, her cheeks flushed from exertion.

Tears spilled down her face, silent, shining streaks catching the dim, misty glow of the bathroom lights.

She was overwhelmed.

Conflicted.

Desperate to hate what I was doing to her, but her body…her body was betraying her.

I felt it in the way she pulsed around me, the way she held me inside her, the way her hips twitched in tiny, unconscious movements, as if seeking more, even as her mind told her to fight.

Poor little rabbit.

She didn’t understand yet.

She thought she wanted to escape me.

She thought she could deny what was between us.

But I would break that resistance. I would teach her. "It doesn't have to be like this. Every night, I can worship your body or punish you. It is your choice.”

"It's not a choice I want," she said, her voice laced with defiance, though the tremor beneath it betrayed her.

"Regardless, it is the only choice you have."

I reached around her, cupping her breast in my palm, rolling the sensitive peak between my fingers before pinching just hard enough to pull a gasp from her lips. The sound sent a bolt of satisfaction through me. I let go, letting my hand trail lower, tracing the delicate curve of her waist, the soft dip of her belly, until my fingers slipped between her legs.

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