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“Not anymore.”

He shoves his fingers deeper. I cry out with pleasure.

“Youwantedit,” he growls. “And now?You’ll beg.Forme.”

I push at his chest, and he grabs my wrist and pins it over my head, dragging me back against the dresser until I feel the edge dig into my spine.

His cock is out;all thick and wet and twitching against my skin.

He’s rock hard and already leaking. I feel the heat radiating off him - pure animal.

TheAlpha.

He rips my head back by the hair. “You’ll beg for it.”

“I will throw this dresser at you.”

“Do itafterI’m inside.”

I buck my hips instinctively into the air as he presses himself up and over me, hard and hot and ready to split me in two.

I grab him by the hair with my free hand andyank.

“Then fucking take me.”

He does.

In one brutal thrust.

“Fuck-”

I see God. Or maybe I black out.

Hard to say.

The dresser cracks. Something splinters under us.

I don’t care.

Lucian fucks me like he wants to ruin every memory of the others. Like each brutal snap of his hips is a claim he never got to make.

“Mine,” he growls. “Mine. Mine.Mine.”

I cry out again - not from pain, but from relief.

Fromfinally.

He grabs my hips and drives me down onto him over and over, the pace savage. It’s everything I’ve wanted, everything I’ve needed, and so much more.

“Say it,” he orders me. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I won’t -”

He grabs my jaw. Forces me to look at him.

His eyes are unhinged.Glowing.Possessive.

“Youwill.”

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