"I am dying, Delroy!" With each strike, my fists hammer against the punching bag with a rhythmic thud.

"You're doing great, that's it! Twist all the way through to maximize the impact. Tighten your core muscles to enhance the follow-through," my trainer encourages, his hand steady on the bag as I execute a complex combination per his instruction.

"Ugh."

"Keep going. Now let's try spinning back," he steps back and prepares to catch my next move.

I pivot on my heel, my leg slicing through the damp air, when my attention halts at Areston's intimidating presence. The connection between us is immediate the second our gaze collides. It's galvanic, charging through me and reigniting my every nerve ablaze with sudden awareness.

Areston's presence is like a silent storm—like a force—overwhelming and magnetic. I can feel the weight of his imposing presence, as if he's yanking the very air in his direction. He stands there quietly like a challenge, his demeanor tranquil, but his gaze—that incisive, calculating gaze—swallows the space, wordlessly commanding attention. His sight sends a ripple of carnal awareness through my flesh.

It's so unlike him to show up in public, especially at 7 pm on a workday, sans his usual choice of armor–a bespoke custom-tailored three-piece Brioni suit that molds his public image into the cold, untouchable multibillionaire, the titan of the tech world. Instead, he's wearing a simple black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to expose his muscular forearms with a hint of tattoo peeking through it, and a pair of blue jeans. The casual look does nothing to ebb the authority he exudes in his business outfit. His aura screams of raw, commanding energy and untamed authority.

My kick misses the bag and I stumble slightly, Delroy catches me. "Sorry," I mumble, my gaze lingering on Areston.

With his posture ramrod straight, shoulders squared, hands shoved in the pockets of his pants, he's a portrait of controlled power that could unleash with a prick of a needle and consume the whole world with it. I wipe a bead of sweat from my brow, my heart hammering not due to the exertion but from his possessive-as-hell ass watching me getting trained by my hotshot trainer.

"No problem," Delroy chuckles, following my gaze. "We can carry on tomorrow. Come here and let me give you a massage before you leave, or you'll develop sore muscles."

Areston would be furious. "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"You sure?" He asks, surprised.

"Yep."

I barely register my trainer's next words as I pull off my gloves and make my way to my grumpy man. 

He is studying me intently, his sapphire pools not just taking me in but appearing to unravel my emotions and thoughts in a single glance. His gaze, hungry and possessive, follows my every move as I bridge the gap between us.

His Adam's apple moves slightly as he swallows.

Every time I see him, I get a deeper sense of understanding that it isn't just him being the second richest man in the world or his royal title or his insanely good looks that make him appear larger than life. Or grander than anything or anyone I've ever seen or met, for that matter. It's the unspoken, turbulent force that's always simmering beneath his unperturbed surface, which threatens to consume everything if he slips his dangerously extreme-degree of self-control.

His gaze scans me head-to-toe, his jaw clenched. I can tell he's not happy with what he sees. His disapproval is palpable even from a distance, his gaze lingering on my sports bra.

"What brings you here, your highness?" I grin, ignoring his look of disapproval, wrapping my sweat-slicked arms around his neck.

His eyes are a stormy mix of undisguised disapproval and burning need, but the lines of his handsome face relax as his hand finds my waist, drawing me close with a softness that betrays the animalistic ferocity in his eyes. The touch of his palm against the bare skin of my back sears me with a longing that coils deep into my abdomen, causing me to clench my thighs together.

"What on goddamn earth possesses you when it comes to your choices of wardrobe?" His voice is low and menacingly edged for only me to hear.

I lower my face to take in my outfit again as if I don't know what I'm wearing already. It's an athleisure-chic light nude sports bra with criss-cross straps and a tennis skirt with built-in shorts from Claire's brand. She loves to use me as an unpaid model, considering the free and massive brand publicity she gets, with most of the time, all these items I parade around out of stock. My last name has always kept me at the center of media and paparazzi attention. The public relationship with Areston has only fueled it further beyond frenzy.

"There's nothing wrong with what I am wearing," I shrug, locking my gaze with his.

His hardened gaze briefly traces the contours of my breasts before snapping to my face with a fierce intensity. 

"It's inviting. I don't approve," he counters sharply, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from my brow.

I smile. "It's not."

His proximity is profoundly overwhelming, enchanting all my senses. His scent envelops me in a cocoon of yearning and familiarity—of home.

"It leaves nothing to the imagination, Belle. You might as well be naked," he shoots back in a hardened tone, brushing his fingers lightly against the curve of my breasts as if to emphasize his baseless point.

I roll my eyes. "Jeez. It's normal gym wear, Areston. It's functional."

He pinches my erect right nipple, and I barely contain a gasp. "Too goddamn functional," his voice is a deep, disapproving grumble. "I do not want your trainer to be seeing this and wanking himself."

I sigh, a mix of amusement and frustration fills me. "He's married to a man." His dark hair is slightly tousled. It's not enough to appear careless, but it's like he has been running his fingers through it in either contemplation or frustration.

"He's a man nevertheless, and I do not like the idea of any man looking at what's mine."

"So it's alright if women look?" I tease, snaking my arms around his neck and drawing his head to my level.

"No one. Your body is mine so only I get to look at what's mine," he replies, his words are laced with a possessive heat that makes me shudder against him and my toes curl with delight.

"So what am I supposed to be wearing at the gym, according to you, Your Highness?"

"Whatever that keeps lecherous gazes off you," he hisses. His hand cups my chin, forcing me to tilt up. "And if you don't understand what it means, perhaps you can workout with me."

"You'll train me?"

His mouth captures mine in a branding kiss. "Why not," his breath is ragged, his cerulean gaze darkening with unleashed desire.

"Hard pass, you conceited man."

"I'd love to train you," his voice resonates with a possessive timbre that reverberates through my core. "You can be as naked as you want and you'll drip more sweat than you do here, tesoro."

"Hard pass," I whisper, teasingly. "You didn't answer my question before, your highness. What brought you here?"

"I needed you," he says, cupping the back of my head with his other hand, his voice a low rumble that seemingly vibrates through me. The clarity in his words is a contrast to the sheer complexity in his raw gaze that seems to be holding back some turmoil stirs a mix of curiosity and concern in my heart.

"Is everything alright?" I blink, taken aback by the candor, the proprietorial undertone that doesn't ask but directs.

"Do I need to be in some dilemma to crave my angel?" His eyes hold mine with the firmness that mirrors his hands enveloping mine, his touch both reassuring and persistent.

I smile, lowering my one hand to his chest, relishing his heat and heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt. "No. I thought you'd be waiting for me at home. This is surprising."

"I couldn't wait to taste your slick skin, tesoro. I have been counting the seconds," his breathes against my mouth, threading his hand in mine, his voice firm with command.

The magnitude of his need for me and the sense of urgency in his voice washes over me, setting more goosebumps on my skin and soothing the ache that's always growing inside me whenever I'm away from him. The urgency in his voice matches the wild pounding of my heart.

"Me too," I whisper back, pulling myself up on my tiptoes to press my mouth to his in a kiss that's both a claim and a vow. "I've been a good girl and followed your exact instructions, your highness. Desperately looking forward to you eating me to our heart's content and telling me how much you like it."

Areston responds with a groan, possessive and deep, his hands tightening on me. The kiss deepens, propelled by a hunger that is in equal parts emotional and physical both. It's a whirlwind of need, each stroke of his bold tongue a reaffirmation of our ferocious, desperate connection.

When we finally part, panting, Areston rests his forehead against mine, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that makes my heart leap. "Let's go."

"Yes," I whisper back, my fingers tightening around his own.

As we walk out, as always, Areston's hand possessively rests at the small of my back and he walks a step behind me, guarding me and steering me forward. This never changes.

He shows we're equals by always keeping me alongside, however, he always maintains his one step behind. Not to make me feel weak. But it's his twisted way of assuring that he's always guarding me. It's undeniably domineering and possessive, stirring deep within the deep-rooted assurance of being wholly and exclusively his. I can't suppress the thrill that runs through me at this manner of overt display of his ownership over me. He told me he'll keep me safe and he shows he means it in every gesture whether conscious or unconscious.

His fingers dig deeper into the skin on the back of my neck as his mouth dominates mine with pure animal lust. Consuming my senses. Intoxicating me. Sucking the soul out of my body. His other hand is cradling my breast, treating my aching nipple like his toy, leaving me in a mass of viscerally pulsating sensations. My body carves up. I shudder, slinging my legs around him and my fingers crawling up the back of his hair, clenching his strands.

His hand from my breast slides down between my legs, his fingers resting on my mound to cup me. I press myself wantonly into his touch, needing more. He's kneeling in front of me while I am on the car seat, yet I feel so petit as I always do in his hold and against his hard, masculine frame.

"Do not be surprised if I ask you to work out with me daily, Belle," he breaks the kiss, his lips continue to touch mine, both of us breathless. "The smell of your post-heavy workout body is such a turn-on. I have just unlocked my new kink."

I grin, cupping his face. "You're crazy, your highness." I love the unhealthy degree of his addiction for me that matches my level of depravity.

"I want every inch of your body in any way I can get my hands on it, baby. You're my fetish," his cerulean gaze darkens with desire, supercharging the adrenaline rush thrumming into my body.

Before I can reciprocate my feelings for him, he kisses me again and closes his eyes, slipping his tongue in my mouth. The sensual exploration of my mouth sets my heartbeats skyrocketing. He takes all that I can give him and teases more. So, I demonstrate it in the kiss, pouring my feelings all out for him. I open my eyes when I feel him smiling against my lips, even though his eyes are still closed.

He opens his eyes, pinning me with them as he breaks our kiss. "I am not going to tie your hands, tesoro. You'll be good for me and follow my instructions, won't you?"

I nod frantically, breathless.

"Good girl," his face is an impassive mask, but his gaze has a devilish gleam burning in them as he takes my arms above my head and arrests it behind the headrest. He presses his mouth to my ear. "Grab the headrest and do not let go of it until I permit you to."

Taking a hold of my hips, he hauls me forward and parts my legs, lowering each over the armrests on both sides so they're spread wide apart. "I love when you're so helpless with your legs spread wide and your cunt ready to be ravaged by me. I can just fill you up and make your guts feel me in one brutal thrust. But then you're so fragile I'll seriously injure you and we don't want that."

I swallow, my blood is throbbing into my ears. "I wouldn't mind that."

"I would," he chuckles, "I need to fuck you a minimum of four times a day to be able to function properly, baby. Injuring you would drive me to insanity."

"How selfish."

"Very," he shamelessly admits, lowering his head, nipping at the ticklish part below my ear, and trails his tongue down my neck, bites it and sucks gently, his tongue stroking to dull down the pain of his bite before kissing my collarbone and then the valley between my breasts. "I am going to eat you now, baby. I won't make you wait because you've been a good girl and I'm a man starved for instant gratification."

"Please do. I deserve it," I moan in response.

He reaches out for a special compartment attached to the door and pulls out a small utility knife that also carries his royal monogram in gold. An unexplainable thrill courses me. My skin is tingling all over. A mind-numbing sensation grows intense between my thighs and it feels like my heart has slipped and settled there, the wild pulsating of my clit syncing with the rhythm of my heartbeats.

"If you squirm or utter a word, I'll edge you and won't let you come," he threatens, slowly pushing the razor of his knife out of its body and placing it on my bare midriff. A dark smile curls upward on the corners of his tempting mouth. "And I won't stop there. I'll take you home, bend you over, and spank your ass not to make you come but cry from pain the whole night. So, you are to stay quiet and not move. Understood?"

A challenging blaze flares in his smoldering gaze, daring me to deny his condition. A squall of chill freezes my core and I tremble underneath his incisive stare as if someone has woken me up from my sleep in the middle of the night by dumping me in a tub of ice cold water.

"You were just talking about instant gratification."

"Oh, I will get my instant gratification, tesoro. Have no doubt about it. This will be a punishment for you, not me," he whispers with an indulgent smile that reeks of danger, digging the knife into my skin but not too hard, just enough to prick my skin on the surface.

I'm reminded for some reason of the story of the cunning wolf, him, and Red Riding Hood, me.

"I'll eat you out and then I'll fuck you until you're close. I'll pull out and cum on your chest and then I'll massage your incredible tits with it before making you suck my fingers off as I edge you again by ravishing your cunt," he concludes.

My breath traps in my throat. I can feel his threat seep into my overheated flesh just as much as they sink down my ears and etch into my brain. He's a master of edging so I have no doubt he'll do it if I don't abide.

"So, do we have a deal?" His dark smile doesn't falter for a second.

He drags the knife lower down my flat belly, pausing to trace my navel piercing with the edge of the knife, his gaze doesn't abandon mine, it keeps me locked as he draws a circle around my belly with the sharp razor.

Thrilled beyond my ability to retort, I nod, swallowing back the adrenaline rush caught in my breath from his threat. How he goes from needy to demanding, playful to super dark, or indulgent to ruthlessly dominant is beyond me. I'll never understand.

"Good girl," he husks, his voice thick with need and appreciation, and lowers his head, capturing my mouth with a paralyzing force.

The suddenness of it makes me draw a startled breath and he takes advantage of my parted mouth, thrusting his tantalizing tongue in it. He guides the knife to dip below my abdomen and on my pelvis until he reaches further down south. I shudder. All this while his tongue enthralls me with a bold eroticism, his other hand that has been grasping the back of my head trails to my neck, his fingers closing around my throat. He doesn't squeeze it. Just keeps his touch lingering there enough to make me wetter than I already am in anticipation of the unknown. Breaking the kiss, his breath harsh, he lowers his gaze as he leads the knife right at the center of my vagina.

"Areston!"

He applies a soft, feathery light pressure on my neck. "Ssh. Relax, tesoro. I've got you."

Horrified and thrilled at the same time, I watch him pierce the knife into the fabric of the inner shorts attached to my mini skirt, and drag it down, ripping it open.

He doesn't stop there and repeats the same action for my lace panties too. "Fuck. You're dripping for me as I'd anticipated," he hums in a heady delight, the way he's scanning my bare pussy should be considered illegal. It's so lethal.

His cool fingers touching my heated pussy is so erotic. I nearly combust from the heat that envelops me at his touch. I have been starving for this. With one long, lingering kiss on my mouth, he lowers his body, his hand on my throat continues to stay there like a collar showing that I belong to him, his mouth closes around my sports bra. I throw my head back at the sensation that erupts in me as his tongue circles around my nipple before grabbing it between his teeth while his fingers massage my clit.

I gasp, seared by the itch to lift my hips instinctively and move rhythmically against his fingers. I can't or he'd edge me.

"Please don't stop!" I don't know if it's a plea or beg. My fingers are digging hard into the leather of the headrest as I control myself. I close my eyes, my head curving up as I restrain squirming in the seat and upset him.

"You'll workout with me," he sucks the nipple a bit harder before moving to another one and giving it the same amount of attention while his hands curl around my thighs, securing me in place so I cannot move. Not that I'm moving anyway. "No more working out alone in this wretched workout studio of your gay trainer."

"That's a ridiculous demand, Areston!" I open my eyes and scowl at his audacity and conceit to demand something like that. "You can't do this."

"Oh, but I am doing this, tesoro. I am prohibiting you."

"You can't! I won't agree."

"Very well," his pupils dilate as his eyes land on mine and he trails his mouth down, kissing me as he moves, licking and sucking my skin in the trail. "I'll have a female trainer hired for myself. She'll be lesbian so I am certain it won't be a problem for you," his nostrils flare.

"Over my dead body!" I shoot him a sharp glare.

This man makes me pull my hair. He knows I am insanely and unreasonably jealous in nature when it comes to him and all the female attention he's always surrounded with. He's shamelessly leveraging the knowledge to his advantage.

Without responding to me, he buries his head between my thighs. Holy shit. I barely control my head from falling back as I stare at him. Dumbfounded. Angry. Ravenous. He runs his nose running across the length of my slick fold, as he inhales it deeply, looking like he's savoring it as if it's his favorite smell in the world.

"Why not? It's not like she'll be making a pass at me," he rasps from deep in his throat, his voice is like an animalistic growl that travels straight to my core he's inhaling, causing me to moan.

"I don't care. She'll be touching you. No one is allowed to touch what's mine."

"Likewise," he winks, swiping his warm tongue from down, and sliding it up to my clit. "I can train you better than your trainer."

"We'll discuss it later," my fingers clench and unclench around the headrest, my breath arriving in short ruptures.

"No discussion."

"He has been my trainer for years, Areston. He contributed to uplifting me from a dark period of my life. I can't let your overly possessiveness override that fact. Delroy taught me how to ensure my own safety."

"Some safety when you couldn't even defend yourself against me when I challenged you," he snorts, toying my clit with deliberate circles of his tongue, reminding me of when I first woke up in his hotel suite after I'd drunk-dialed him out of jealousy.

"Maybe I didn't want to defend myself against you. Have you thought of that?" My breasts have become heavy, and my clit is pulsating with need. Goosebumps blast all over my skin as his tongue leaves me a moaning mess.

"You smell like a vividly erotic dream, tesoro. A perilous temptation. This smell of your cunt is more addictive than any psychedelic that exists on earth," his hot mouth creates a suction around my sensitized clit, drawing circles, playing with my piercing. "Let's make you orgasm using my mouth only."

My body tingles. I clench my stomach with excitement. My words are lost to argue with him right now. He's avoiding the conversation in a rather too calculating manner. It could be because he understands my reason or he's planning something else. If it's the latter, I'll fight him tooth and nail.

He flattens the base of his slick tongue at the bottom of my vulva, slowly moving his head upwards from the bottom until the tip of his tongue lands on my clit. It's so hot. My skin flares up. I am one lucky woman to be able to witness this vision. What wouldn't women do to be in the place, worshiped by this sex god like this. If he was a pornstar, I bet he would have broken all kinds of viewership records and made some insanely high ones no one can surpass. He pulls away from me and then starts over from the bottom once again and repeats this process of going up from down all over again giving me so much stimulation I feel like I'll crack under the pressure that's building inside me.

Pleasure roars through me. The heat in my body rises. Areston devours me in a manner that's equivalent to worshiping god at the altar. He's a kind of person who would never kneel in front of god so this means more than worship to him. I feel tiny bursts of electric-like sensations ripple into my blood.

"Good?"

"Yes..."

"More?"

"Please... yes!"

"You taste as magnificent as you smell, tesoro. Just as delicious as I'd imagined you to be post workout. I should have a session for us scheduled in my calendar specifically for this so I can come and suck you clean immediately after you finish working out."

I don't know why something so primal like that tugs at my heart. He's my caveman who'll have me in the rawest form as many times as he can get it. It's so erotic. Such a heavy turn on to know that your man desires you in every kind of state. No period, no sweat, no state can bother him.

"Label the meeting agenda as take a drive down the dirt road," I can't help but laugh despite how heady I'm feeling right now.

"Head south of the border for a dessert treat sounds better," he chuckles, running his tongue over his lips, I suck in a breath watching him do that, and covers my clit along with a large part of my vulva and labia, forming an "O" with his mouth and gently starts sucking it.

Fuck. oh my goodness. It renders me wordless and out of any capacity to think straight.

He sucks my clit into his mouth and holds it there while his tongue lashes out at my clit. The constant suction of his mouth and massaging of my clit with his tongue... the speed and pressure... it's a combination so exploding, my hips almost buckle but I find a superhuman restraint to control my physical reaction. He sucks and releases the pressure in a rhythmic pattern, listening and understanding my body's reaction to control the speed of the swirling of his tongue around my clit, flicking it up and down and side to side.. He guides his one hand to massage the bottom of my vagina, his thumb running up and down my buttcrack.

"Yes, yes! Oh... so good. Keep doing that." I find myself moaning, curling my toes.

His sapphire gaze rests on mine all this while, measuring my every reaction, processing my every thought, etching every second into his photographic memory. It's so hot.

Releasing the suction, he curls his tongue up and penetrates me. A piercing gasp rips out of my throat. He licks me deep, his tongue dancing inside me, driving to the edge. I pant and cry as he fucks me. His tongue moves in and out of me in slow, deliberate thrusts, stopping for occasional flicking of my clit. My pussy walls clench tight around his tongue. I close my eyes, unable to bear the overwhelming sensations of his skilled tongue.

"Eyes on me," he demands,

"Don't stop..."

He dips his tongue deep inside me again. My fingernails are digging into the headrest as I can feel the orgasm building up in me. Neither of his hands are anywhere close to my vagina now. Both of them are once again curled around my thighs, tethering them to armrests. It's just his mouth on my pussy and it's so powerful to drive me on the brink of orgasm. He's a man who knows what he's doing. He's a man who knows my body better than I do and is using his knowledge to pleasure me.

"Areston... please. I need you."

He's in no mood to adhere to my requests. He said he wants to make me orgasm using his mouth and he does.

Soft and warm tingles of blissful ecstasy build within me, my every nerve tightens and my muscles clenches. My breath grows shallow and rapid at the same time. My thighs start shaking involuntarily as an all-encompassing onslaught grips me. My skin prickles, and a chasmic, euphoric warmth unfurls in me, setting every cell aflame. The sheer quivering of my nerves explodes into countless pieces, it's like someone has opened a cage of butterflies in the center of my vagina. I sob, the voice coming out of me unrecognizable to me, desperate and elemental as the rush of torrential ecstasy surges through me, overwhelming and sweeping, sending me hurling over the precipice and into the dark expanse.

Areston doesn't stop. He's on a mission.

Surely he doesn't want me to come again just with his mouth? "Areston! I need you, please. Give me your cock or I swear..."

"You'll come the way I want you to," he asserts, feasting on my pussy, his tongue relentless against the hard, swollen nub of my clitoris.

My entire being has turned into one sensitive, vibrating nerve, entirely a slave to his demand. A deliciously assaulting second wave arrives. And then a third wave. The most intense one, its intensity almost too unbearable to handle crashes over me. Once again, my body clenches tight and it starts tingling as the tension between my legs grows to a point my senses become hazy. Every muscle in my body coils like a spring only snap, sharp and sudden, every sensation raw and magnified, giving me a shuddering release.

Waves after waves of fierce pleasure rolls through me, leaving me utterly spent, gasping for breath, and drenched in sweat. Areston laps at me hungrily as though I am the sanctuary he has stumbled upon in the wilds after sustaining days and nights of deprivation. As though he has come across a feast following days of sustaining on crumbs. He's enjoying me. He's deeply intoxicated, enchanted even, with my smell and taste, with my body and my orgasms, with my existence, and it shows. He's demonstrating it like a pious devotee at his god's sacred shrine.

And then it comes out of nowhere.

Just when I feel my orgasm is about to subside, I am gripped with a strong urge to pee. Not actually to pee. But it feels the same. I usually feel that way when I am about to orgasm but this is different. Way more intense. It's like a sneeze starts building up in me. It keeps building and building, so does an unanticipated pressure that demands a more urgent and stronger than before release. I start shaking uncontrollably and then it happens. Suddenly, the pressure breaks free. A startling, warm, and intense gush, as though a dam has bursted, sprays out of me and straight into Areston's mouth.

Absolutely taken aback at this unanticipated release, he pulls back, his eyes are wide in shock and surprise or both. I can't tell. His pupils are darker than before, hinting at an untameable desire. There's no stopping for me. 

My vaginal walls keep clenching, but I have no control over myself, and the gush of water-like substance coming out of me sprays on Areston's face. It's surreal. Unlike anything I have ever experienced. The sight of the messy reality that has happened grips me. I'm absolutely shocked and awash in the aftermath of the messy reality that has gripped me.

Did I just pee on him?

No. The liquid is clear, and it does not smell. It's not pee.

What the hell?

My breath hitches. Heart races. My entire being trembles from the force of the most powerful sneeze-like feeling I've ever felt, and my mind is racing to catch up with what I've witnessed. I am shocked. Embarrassed and exhilarated. Soaked but undeniably satisfied.

I feel super dizzy. My ears are ringing.

"Fuck, tesoro. You're a squirter," he laughs, wiping his face with his palm.

"A what?" My skin flares with blush.

"You just squirted, baby. Holy shit. You're my little packet full of never-ending surprises, aren't you?" his eyes gleam like a polished onyx, mischievous and devilish.

Shock mixes with a violent thrill in me. I grab a box of tissue and pull out one, I inch forward to wipe his face when he restrains my wrist, grinning.

"No need. This is my medal of honor," he leans forward to kiss my pussy one more time, and unzips his pants.

I realize our car has come to a stop. Possibly because we've reached home and are in his private basement, but Horace and the driver haven't announced because Areston asked them not to disturb us when we'd climbed in.

"Fuck, baby. Who knew my slutty heiress could squirt? I am so fucking hard for you," he says, settling on his seat and grabbing my lifeless body over the armrest and into his lap.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my gaze searching his face, and I swallow. "I feel embarrassed."

"I'll be so fucking furious at you for ruining this incredible deal by feeling that way," he says, lining up his hard cock against my entrance. "This is my dream come true moment, tesoro. I am a lucky man," he threads his fingers roughly into my hair and swoops me down to claim my mouth in a kiss of pure possession, proving to me every word he has said is as honest as his love for me. "Let me show you how I feel about it," gripping my hips, he drives into me in two deep thrusts, making me choke out a sob. 

How was the chapter? 

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