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I chuckle darkly and oblige, spanking her until her ass cheeks are flushed and marked by my hand.

"Please," she whimpers. "I need you."

I want to give her what she needs, but I also want to draw it out, to make her wait, to make the anticipation build.

"Not yet," I whisper, my mouth close to her ear. "I want you to beg again."

My fingers trail down her spine, making her shiver, and then lower, teasing her wet folds. She's dripping for me, and the feel of her sends a jolt of desire through me.

"Please, Adrian," she moans, her head hanging down. "I'm begging you."

I chuckle, my breath hot against her skin. "Begging for what, Sophia? Tell me what you want."

"Your cock," she gasps. "I need your cock inside me."

"Where?" I tease, my fingers circling her entrance but not entering. "Tell me exactly where you want it."

"In my pussy," she moans. "Please, fuck my pussy with your big cock."

"As you wish," I purr, and with that, I thrust into her, filling her completely.

Her cry of pleasure echoes through the room, and I begin to move, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I pound into her. Her ass bounces with each thrust, and I can feel her walls clenching around me, tightening as she nears release again.

"That's it, take it all," I growl. "Take my cock like a good girl."

I slam into her, my body moving in a primal rhythm, each thrust a claim, a possession. Her body is mine to take, and I do, again and again. The sound of our flesh slapping together fills the studio, a raw, animalistic beat that matches the pounding of my heart.

I can feel her heat, her wetness, surrounding me, drawing me deeper. My balls slap against her ass with each powerful thrust, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my cock. I'm close, so close, but I want to hear her say it.

"Tell me you fucking love it," I growl, my breath hot and heavy. "Say it."

Her response is a strangled cry, her voice barely intelligible through her cries and panting breaths. "I-I l-love it... oh fuckkkk, yesssssss!"

Her words send a shockwave through me, and I lose the last of my control. "Come for me, then," I command, my voice hoarse as I pull her hair.

Her body trembles, her muscles clenching around me as her orgasm washes over her. I feel her inner walls pulsing, milking my cock, and it's more than I can take.

With a guttural snarl of satisfaction, I finally come undone, spurting jet after searing jet of hot cum deep into her spasming pussy. I'm claiming her, marking her as mine, and the thought sends me over the edge.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breathing heavy and unsteady. I collapse onto her, my heart still racing, and I can feel her trembling beneath me. I've taken her, possessed her, and the knowledge sends a rush of power through my veins.

I've never felt this way before, this kind of connection. It's as if we've crossed a line, and there's no going back. I don't want to.

And I won't let her, either.

Chapter 13

Sophia

I shiver against Adrian's cold desk, my bare skin prickling in the studio's chill. The black lace lingerie he bought me—delicate and expensive like everything else he gives—offers no protection from the cold air. My wrap dress lies in tatters on the floor, victim to Adrian's desperate need to have me.

I trace the marks he left on my throat, my breasts, my thighs. Each tender spot flares at my touch, echoing the rough passion of his hands, his mouth. The memory of his demanding kisses makes my pulse quicken even now.

But as the haze of pleasure fades, reality seeps back in like the cold. The studio feels foreign suddenly, transformed from my creative sanctuary into something else entirely. My paintings stare down at me from the walls, and I can't look at them. Did they watch as I surrendered to him? As I begged for more?

"Shit," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. Without my dress, there's nothing to ward off the chill or my growing unease. What came over me? One minute I was confronting him, the next his hands were on me, and I was putty in his grip.

I press my thighs together, still slick. It felt so good, better than anything I've experienced before. The way he took control, like he knew exactly what I needed...

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