Page 132 of Brutal Knight

"After tonight, I'm going to fuck you every night of my life, Tatiana." Another slap on my thigh. "Every. Single. Inch." Slap. "Belongs to me. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Promise me, Tati. Say it. No other man, but me."

"You own me, Knight. You always have.No other man but you."

"Forever and ever," he growled, and I moaned, crying out as he ate me out, his fingers scissoring and plunging, fucking me with them.

I came, fire shooting over my skin, electric and singing. Like a burning flame, too hot, too scorching.It would kill me one day.It washed over me, sparking, firing through my veins as every part of me longed for him. To be held. Owned, possessed. Loved. By him. Only him.

He suddenly pulled back, yanking his hard cock from his pants, he plunged inside me. "So goddamn beautiful." Sparks of pain - he was brutal and cruel as he hammered. "So goddamn naughty, fucking Rook while every part of you knows that you belong to me."

I could only cling to him for my life as he fucked me harshly, teeth rattling, my head slamming against the wall. He railed and railed, hips slamming, fingers digging into my flesh. His expression filled with anguish and anger. "Going to put a baby in this belly. Want to see you swollen with my child." His dick so stuffed and full inside me, tearing my insides out. "But first, need to mark you."

He yanked out, pumping his cock once, twice, then groaned as he sprayed me with his cum. White ropes furled outward, across my pussy, my legs, then up my chest and, at last, dripping on my face. My tongue flicked out, tasting it.

"Fucking mine. Mine," he snarled, staring down at me, heaving with anger, full possession in his gaze.

The animal inside me reveled in it.

I wanted to belong to him.

To be the only woman who could ever own his heart.

Reaching up, I placed a palm over his chest, my own possessiveness coming out. "I fucking own this now."

"You always have, Tatiana." He was breathless, his creek-brown eyes dark with seriousness.

"And yourheart?" My tone was cruel. I wanted to hurt him. Because it crushed me inside to think, to say the words. To bring her up, right here, right now. "What about her?"

"What about her?" His fingers moved over my skin possessively. He was rubbing his cum into my skin. "She has nothing to do with this."

"How so?" I was arching my back into his hands, encouraging him, feeling the weight of his cum sink into me. He was my master now. My owner.

The past had collided with the present, in promise of the future.

My whole world laid out before me, always belonging to him.

It was him, and me, frozen in time, forever.

He had just proven it. That even as we talked about hisheart, he was still owning me with his cum. Rubbing me with it, marking me. As his.

All the way down my body, shoving it back up inside me until my pussy was full of it. I knew when I stood, it would run down between my thighs.

"Come," he got off the bed. "I want you to meet her."

I jerked upwards staring at him incredulously. "What?"

"Don't shower." His stare was cold but possessive. "I want you to remember that I fucking own you, Tatiana, even as you meet her. You will never be free of me."

THIRTY

I stoodon the familiar doorstep, a step behind Knight, my gut churning. My arms were folded across my chest, my fingers tight in a fist. My jaw ached from clenching it so hard.

I could smellhimall over me,feelhis fingers, still marking me, his cruel voice.You will never be free of me. I hated that he was right.

Before arriving, Knight had taken me shopping, refusing to let me go home to gather my own things. I was now wearing clothes he bought me, once again showing how I now belonged to him.

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