Page 64 of Captive Prize

She wasn’t going to run away from me this time.

She started this battle. She was going to see it through to the fucking end.

My body demanded more, harder.

Now.

My cock moved to her core, shifting between her hot, wet lips. All it would take was one little thrust, one quick movement, and she would be mine.

I’d claim her like a fucking savage, and my little warrior would take every single inch and still fight me as I fucked her into submission.

Her nails sank into my back as her teeth nipped at my lips again.

That was it.

She was fucking mine.

I pushed inside her impossibly tight body, and she tensed against me.

I held her tighter, knowing I would have absorbed the pain for her if I could.

I held my breath as I forced myself not to pull out and thrust in again—deeper, harder.

Then she shuddered and trembled in my arms.

I pulled back, breathing heavily, dragging my gaze down her body.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I saw what I had done.

A thin trickle of blood trailed down her milky thigh.

Not much. Not enough to be harmful, but enough to remind me of the risk.

The drug worked. She was safe from my cock causing another bleeding issue.

She looked at me with fire and heat in her eyes.

Fuck.

Everything hit me all at once, square in the chest

I took her innocence from her, and she fucking liked it.

What little was left of my control was fleeting.

I slipped the leash I had wound so tightly around myself, so tightly around every emotion, subduing my fire in favor of respect and honor. Fuck it all.

The tension in my chest eased as I let the hot water wash away the man I tried so hard to become and gave in to the man I was born to be.

The savage who took what he wanted and then demanded more.

I lifted her effortlessly into my arms again, ignoring her gasp as I carried her out of the shower, still dripping wet, still burning.

She grabbed a towel as we passed the warming rack.

She wasn’t going to need it.

I wasn’t going to give her the time to dry herself.

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