Page 108 of Money Reigns
“Good girl.” His pace quickens, fucking me harder, his hold unyielding, as he keeps my eyes on his. “Don’t you dare look away. I want you red-cheeked and wrecked, staring at the man who owns this pussy now.”
My face burns hotter, my body helpless under his, and I never want to be anywhere else. This is exactly where I want to be.
His cock drives deeper, relentless, and I can’t breathe. My body feels split apart, every nerve ending sparking, my pulse pounding in my ears. A year of nothing, and now this—him,and it’s too much, it’s everything, it’s exactly what I didn’t know I’d been starving for.
“Fuck,” he snarls, hips slamming into mine. “This pussy is meant for me. Perfect, tight, wet; gripping me like you’ve been waiting for my cock to claim you.”
I moan, shameful and wrecked, my cheeks blazing hotter with every filthy word.
“There it is,” he growls, watching my face. “That blush. You can’t hide how much you love this. Being filled.Owned.Fucked just like this body deserves.”
My nails claw uselessly at his shoulders, at the sheets, at anything I can find to ground me. He doesn’t give me a chance. Every thrust is sharp, pounding me into the mattress, dragging me right back to where he wants me.
“You feel that?” His voice is low, dangerous, his grip firm so I can’t look away. “That’s me. Every inch. Every thrust. You’re not running from it, Olivia. You’re taking it. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I sob, my voice breaking. “Yes—”
His breath hot against my ear, his words filth pouring straight into my bloodstream with every thrust.
“Say it again. Say you’re mine while I fuck you open.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, my body clenching tight around him. “War, I’m yours!”
“Good girl.”The praise is rough, almost guttural. “Now come for me. Milk this cock like the desperate little slut you are.”
The word hits me like a lash,slut,and instead of flinching, something in me tightens. My body responds before my brain can catch up, pulsing around him so hard it drags a groan from his chest.
Heat floods my cheeks. I don’t know what shocks me more, that he said it, or that Ilovedit.
“Oh,”he growls, fucking me deeper, “youlikedthat.”
My breath shudders. My blush blooms deeper. I can’t look away.
“Didn’t you, Olivia?” he presses. “You like being called my little slut?”
I moan, shameless and wrecked, the need in me so sharp it hurts. “Yes,” I gasp. “I-I loved it.”
The confession rips something loose inside me. My orgasm slams into me with brutal force, my body shaking, back arching, walls clenching so tight around him it hurts. I scream his name, incoherent and undone, as he fucks me through it.
He doesn’t stop. His thrusts riding the convulsions of my body, groaning in my ear.
“Look at you. Falling apart on my cock.Mine.Every whimper, every blush, every messy little spasm.It belongs to me now.”
I can barely see, barely think, but the way my pussy clutches around him drags a savage groan from his chest. His thrusts turn rougher, almost frantic, and then he breaks, driving deep, grinding hard as he comes inside me.
The heat floods me, hot and claiming, his cock pulsing with every release. He releases my jaw and holds me pinned, buried to the hilt, making sure I feel every drop.
His forehead presses against mine, his breath ragged, his grip tightening. His eyes burn into me, dark and feral.
“You’re ruined, Olivia,” he rasps, still throbbing inside me. “No one else will ever have you like this. No one else gets this pussy. It’s mine now. Understand?”
I nod breathless, cheeks flaming, body limp beneath him, still trembling from the aftershocks.
I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone more.
Chapter twenty-two
War
