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The only sound in the car was our ragged breathing, the faint hum of the city outside a distant blur. Her body was still draped over mine, her breath hot against my neck, her fingers twitching slightly against my chest like she was grounding herself.
I didn't move.
Didn't let her go.
Because I knew the second I did, she'd try to run.
And I wasn't fucking letting her.
Not after two weeks of her avoiding me. Of her pretending she didn't feel this. Pretending that picture in the newspaper had changed anything between us.
It hadn't.
I could still feel her. On me. Around me.
And I knew she felt me too.
But then she stirred, shifting slightly, her hands pressing against my chest as she tried to lift herself off me.
I tightened my grip on her hips. Not a fucking chance.
"This isn't just sex anymore."
That hit harder than anything else she could've said.
My jaw tightened. "It never was."
Her laugh was soft. Broken. She still wouldn't look at me.
"That's exactly the problem."
I stilled.
Her hands pressed flat against my chest like she was reminding herself I was real. Like she hated that I was.
"When I'm with you," she admitted quietly, "I stop thinking clearly."
Something dark and possessive coiled tighter in my chest.
She swallowed.
"I forget who I'm supposed to be. I forget what I promised myself I wouldn't become."
My grip on her waist tightened instinctively.
She finally looked at me then.
Not weak.
Not submissive.
Terrified of herself.
"You make me act like I don't belong to myself anymore."
Silence fell between us.
Heavy. Violent.
I reached up slowly, gripping her jaw, forcing her to hold my gaze.
"And you think you ever did?" I asked quietly.
Her breath hitched.
I leaned closer, my mouth hovering over hers, not touching.
"You were mine the second you stopped pretending you didn't feel it."
Her eyes fluttered.
Her control was slipping.
I could see it.
I felt it in the way her body melted against me, in the way her nails dug into my chest like she needed something to hold onto-like she was drowning in me.
Good.
Let her fucking drown.
I capture her lips with mine.
I swallowed her gasps as I deepened the kiss, my hands sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her flush against me. Her dress was still bunched up around her waist, her panties shoved to the side, and my cock was still buried deep inside her.
Still soaking fucking wet for me.
She whimpered into my mouth when I rolled my hips up, reminding her exactly where she was. Exactly who she belonged to.
"You keep telling me this can't happen," I rasped against her mouth.
I thrust up again.
Slow.
Deep.
She whimpered.
"But look at you."
My hand slid up her spine, gripping the back of her neck, holding her there.
"You're still here."
Another thrust.
Her breath shattered.
"Still wrapped around me."
I dragged my mouth along her jaw, my voice dropping lower.
"Still choosing me."
Her hips betrayed her.
Grinding down.
Taking more.
My grip tightened.
"And you expect me to believe you don't belong to me?"
She shook her head weakly, but her body answered for her-clenching, pulling me deeper, refusing to let me go.
I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear.
"You can lie to yourself, Raven," I murmured. "But your body doesn't."
She whimpered.
And moved.
Riding me.
Needing me.
Proving my point without saying a word.
I smirked against her skin.
"That's it," I whispered. "Show me."
Her breath hitched, her body shuddering.
She was so close already, I could feel it. Her walls were clenching, sucking me in, her thighs trembling as she struggled to stay still.
I dragged my mouth down her throat, my teeth scraping against the soft skin. "Admit it, Raven."
She shook her head, panting. "D-Dominic-"
I smirked, gripping her hips before slamming her down hard.
She cried out, her head snapping back as pleasure wrecked her, her nails tearing down my arms.
"Admit it," I growled, thrusting up into her again. Harder. Deeper. "You fucking need me."
She whimpered, her hands fisting my shirt, her body jerking as I fucked into her.
So fucking deep.
I felt every desperate pulse of her pussy, the way she clenched, struggling to take all of me, like she wasn't made to handle something this big, this brutal.
But she did.
She fucking took it.
Took me.
She moaned-high-pitched, broken-as I yanked her closer, forcing her to feel every thick inch stretching her open, ruining her.
"You miss this?" I rasped, my breath hot against her lips. "Miss my cock filling you up, owning this tight fucking pussy?"
She shuddered violently, a desperate whine slipping from her lips as she started to move.
Slow at first.
Rolling her hips, dragging herself up and down my length, teasing herself, teasing me-
Fuck that.
I grabbed her ass and slammed her down.
She gasped, her body jolting, and I snapped my hips up, driving deeper, fucking harder.
She screamed.
Her back arched, her hands scrambling against my chest, trying to hold on, but she couldn't.
She was breaking.
And I fucking loved it.
I slammed her down again. Harder. Deeper.
Her whole body convulsed, a filthy moan spilling from her lips. "D-Dominic, I-"
"Say it."
I yanked her hair, tilting her head back, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her body trembling-completely wrecked.
"Say it, Raven," I demanded, thrusting up, driving myself into her like I wanted to break her in half. "Fucking admit it."
She sucked in a sharp breath, her whole body clenching around me, and then-
"I need you."
I snapped.
A deep, guttural growl ripped from my chest as I grabbed her throat and fucked into her so brutally the car shook.
She screamed, her hands flying to my wrist, her fingers curling around it like she didn't know if she wanted to pull me away or hold me closer.
I tightened my grip, just enough to make her gasp. "Louder."
She whimpered, her eyes wild, her body completely lost in me.
"I need you," she moaned, her voice cracking, her walls pulsing so fucking tight.
I gritted my teeth, my control snapping.
I flipped her, shoving her against the seat, her ass in the air, her cheek pressing into the leather.
She barely had a second to breathe before I slammed back into her.
She let out a choked cry, her back arching, her hands gripping the edge of the seat. "D-Dominic-"
I didn't let her breathe.
Didn't let her run.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back, driving into her over and over, making her take it.
"This what you wanted?" I growled, my mouth brushing against her ear. "Wanted me to fuck you so hard you can't even fucking walk?"
She whimpered, her fingers curling into fists. "Y-yes-"
I smirked. "Then beg for it."
She shivered violently, her whole body tightening, her moans growing higher, more desperate. "Please-"
I let go of one of her wrists, reached around, and rubbed her clit-
And she exploded.
She screamed, her walls squeezing me like a vice, her entire body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her.
I groaned, feeling her come apart, feeling the way she clenched and pulsed and fucking milked me-
And then I snapped.
A deep, animalistic growl ripped from my throat as I buried myself inside her, my hands gripping her hips, forcing her to take every last drop.
She shuddered, her body collapsing against the seat, completely ruined.
I stayed there, still deep inside her, our bodies locked together, my breath hot against her damp skin.
I should pull out. Should let her move.
But I didn't.
Because she was mine.
And I wasn't fucking letting her forget it.
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