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“Rafe,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

But I know she can. I know she wants to. Her body betrays her, meeting each of my thrusts with desperate hunger. The friction is maddening. Her tight, wet heat threatening to undo me with every stroke.

“You said you’re mine,” I groan into her ear. “Prove it.”

Her eyes, half-lidded and drowning in lust, meet mine with a flicker of something deeper—something like surrender. It’s the look I’ve been waiting for, the moment when her defiance crumbles and she gives herself over completely.

“I’m yours,” she whispers, and it’s not just the words that get me, but the way she says them—like a vow, like a promise. “But you’re mine, too, Rafe. Only mine.”

“Fuck! Yes!” I growl, my hips snapping against hers faster and faster. “Only yours.”

Alina’s moans have taken on a desperate, keening quality. Her head tilts back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I lower my mouth to it, biting and kissing with a ferocity thatmatches the rest of me. Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of salt and something uniquely her.

“I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice cracking with strain. “Rafe, please…”

Please what? Please stop? Please go harder? I don’t care. All I hear is her pleading, all I feel is her body yielding beneath mine. I want to consume her, to make her a part of me.

With a strangled cry, Alina explodes around me. Her walls clamp down with a force that drags me to the brink alongside her. I hold on by the thinnest thread, not ready to surrender just yet.

I slow my pace, letting her ride out every last wave of her orgasm. Her body trembles uncontrollably, slick with sweat and utterly spent. Yet even in this state of complete exhaustion, she meets my gaze with that unbreakable spirit I’ve come to crave.

“My turn,” I growl. “I’m going to fill this cunt with my cum. Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, come inside me,” she demands. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”

That does it. The coil snaps and I release with a roar, pumping hot streams into her while my body convulses with wave after wave of ecstasy. Her cunt milks me for every drop, squeezing and pulsing around my cock in perfect sync with my throbbing release.

8

Alina

It’s been two days since Rafe claimed me. That’s the only word I can think of to describe what he did after confessing to killing Max. I know I should feel bad about what Rafe confessed to doing to my ex, but I don’t. The only thing I feel is a twisted satisfaction and pride. His need for me drove him to do that.

For. Me.

Yeah, that still feels odd to even think, but that’s what it is, and now that I’ve had him every which way for the past two days, I’m okay with it.

The only thing I’m not okay with is that I’m still not allowed to go anywhere. Not that I’ve wanted to. But seriously, my lady parts need a freaking ice pack and rest.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as the library door creaks open, and Rafe steps into the room. His tall, chiseled frame exudes an aura of quiet power that fills the space between us.

Only days ago, I’d describe his gray eyes as cold and calculating. But now, they hold a hint of something unreadable as they settle on me.

He crosses the room with deliberate steps, his gaze never leaving mine. “Why are you sitting on the floor, baby?” he asks, crouching down to my level.

A wry smile dances across my lips as I look at the destruction around us. The desk is laying in a heap on the floor. It never survived the third time he placed me on it. And the couch, well that too is gone. RIP.

“I like it here,” I purr, reaching out to cup his cheek. “The carpet is so thick and soft it feels like a mattress.”

He leans into my touch, groans deep in his throat. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you sit there wearing nothing but my collar.”

There’s a blanket draped across my legs, but he’s right, apart from the collar, I’m notwearinganything.

When his eyes darken and he licks his lips in that slow way of his, I tut and wag my finger at him. “Don’t get any ideas, Rafe. I’m way too sore for any?—”

“I came in here to tell you I’ve decided to let you return to the bakery,” he says.

I blink at him, surprised by the unexpected news. “Really?” My question comes out breathier than intended. “Wow.”