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His voice is rough, dripping with approval as his large hand wraps around my neck, a possessive hold, a reminder of who’s in control.
The other grips my ass, fingers digging into my skin, his touch leaving invisible bruises of ownership.
Freaking hell.
The way he praises me is enough to make me spiral into another orgasm.
I move faster, riding him harder, deeper, my body melting into his, pleasure crashing over me in waves.
A deep moan escapes him, low, guttural, raw, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. The sound alone could make me come undone.
His tongue flicks against my nipple before his teeth scrape the sensitive skin, and I gasp, the sharp sensation only adding to the fire building inside me.
“This,” he growls, pulling back just enough to slap my ass hard, the sting igniting every nerve in my body, “is for choosing the sluttiest dress for my party.”
I whimper, feeling the heat of his palm sear into my skin, my pussy clenching around him in response.
Another slap, harder, sharper, making my back arch, pushing my chest into his mouth.
“This one is for ignoring me the whole night.”
The edge in his voice drips with punishment, with the possessiveness that burns through his every touch.
And then his grip tightens, his breath hot against my ear.
“And this one,” his voice turns dark, dangerous, rough with pure dominance, “is for making me lose my fucking mind.”
The third slap lands, sending another wave of heat straight to my core, and I swear I’ll shatter from the exquisite torment.
I barely have time to process it before he grabs me, one strong arm around my waist, lifting me effortlessly.
I yelp as he stands, carrying me across the room, moving like a predator with its prey, until my back slams against the cold glass wall.
A gasp rips from my throat at the icy contrast of the glass against my heated skin, my nails digging into his shoulders.
My legs wrap around him instinctively, clinging to him, holding onto him like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.
“Lorenzo—”
He thrusts into me hard, deep, unrelenting, and my head slams back against the glass.
The view behind me is nothing but darkness and endless trees, but right now, the only thing that exists is him.
“Look at me, princess.”
I do.
His blue eyes are locked onto mine, darkened with hunger, raw need, obsession.
“I don’t want you around him.” His voice is a deadly calm, but the way he thrusts inside me says everything he doesn’t.
I know exactly who he’s referring to, but I choose to tease him.
“You can’t tell me what to do.” I say against his lips, my breath hot, taunting.
His response is immediate, he bites down on my bottom lip so hard that I moan, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
I squeeze around him, deliberate, enjoying the way his control shatters for just a moment.
