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My eyes widened as I stared at him in the mirror while he bent me over. His hands were on my hips, his eyes on mine, as he stared at me.

“You ready for this?”

I nodded, unable to speak. My body was still throbbing, still coming down from the aftermath of the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“I’m not fucking around, Keely," he said, holding my gaze. “I’m done waiting. This isn’t just a quick fuck and then we’re done. I claimed you in front of my brothers. If I fuck you now, I’m claiming you as my old lady. Do you want to be mine?”

My breath caught in my throat. That was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to belong to him. I never dared to hope that he would actually want that. Was he just saying this in the heat of the moment? I hoped not. Nodding, I spread my arms out, bracing myself for what was about to happen.

“Say the words, Keely. Tell me you’ll be mine. That you belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” I said, the words coming out just above a whisper. My eyes closed as I felt his dick brush over my pussy. My core clenched, empty and not happy about it.

“Open your eyes.”

I obeyed and stared at him. “I’m not an easy man to deal with, Baby Girl. But you’ve made your choice and I’m not letting you back out now. You’ll figure out a way. I’m demanding. Controlling. Possessive.”

Gasping as he started to slide into me, I held his gaze, desperate for the contact. I didn’t care about any of the things he was saying. I knew what he was. Who he was. And I still wanted him.

We both groaned as he bottomed out inside me. I struggled beneath him, to get the friction my body was demanding, but he had me pinned against the sink, so it was no use. “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I want you.”

“Good.”

A smacking sound filled the air before the shock of him slapping my ass registered. It felt so good all I could do was moan.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he ground out. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Baby Girl. A long fucking time.”

“How long?” I whispered, needing to know.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he admitted, making me gasp as he slowly began to thrust.

Thank God it hadn’t just been me obsessing over him. He’d wanted me too. I arched my back, taking him as deep as I could get him. No one had ever made me feel like this.

He started thrusting harder. He was staring down at my ass as he fucked me. There was no doubt in my mind that he was an ass man. I didn’t have a huge one, but he seemed to like it just fine.

He smacked me again and for some reason the sting of his palm meeting my flesh just ramped the pleasure up that much higher. I laid my cheek on the counter, taking everything he was giving to me.

“You’re going to come for me again.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that wasn’t possible, because my body was already barreling toward another orgasm. When he reached around and started stroking my clit, I let out a strangled cry.

He rubbed tight circles over my clit and it was my turn to buck beneath him. His hand clamped down on my hip, holding me in place as he started fucking me faster, harder, driving me right over the edge of reason.

“Lift up.” He kept playing with my clit as I did what he demanded. Kept thrusting into my body. Then he reached for one of my nipples, twisting it until the sting was enough to make me scream out.

My body clenched around him as the sting of pain pushed me over the edge. I didn’t expect him to follow me into the orgasm. He jerked against me, cursing up a storm as he thrust as deep into my body as he could get.

I knew this man was trouble when I’d first met him. It was clear as day in everything he said and did, and he was right about being demanding, but I still couldn’t walk away. We stood there, breathing hard in the aftermath of the best sex I’d ever had and I realized I loved him.

CHAPTER 20

Lockout

Isat up in bed later that morning when I heard my front door open. Glancing over at Keely, I grabbed my Glock from the nightstand drawer and got out of bed.

Keely was asleep on her stomach, her cheek pressed against the pillow. She didn’t even twitch as I tugged on a pair of sweats and left the room.

I kept my gun pointed at the floor, because the odds of someone making it past the guards and everyone else was slim to none. Sure enough, Rip was standing next to my door.

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