Chaper 12

“Who’s are you?”

She doesn’t answer.

I whip my fingers out of her mouth and wrap my hand around her jaw, holding her immobile, the trace of her saliva on my fingers now transported to her cheek. “I said, who do you belong to, slut?”

Her nails dig into my shoulder, branding over the burn marks left there years ago. I welcome the sensation, revel in it. I want her marks on me, marks made from passion and desire. Marks that I want replacing all the burned flesh that has incinerated me.

Her teeth tug at my earlobe before she whispers, “I belong to you.”

I shove her legs apart with my knee and pierce her sweet pussy with my cock. “Mine.”

My thrusts are violent, demanding, and she matches them with the same heat. My fingers pull and tug at her nipples, dousing her pleasure with slight pain.“I’m going to use all your holes until you’re too tired to walk straight. I’m gonna own you, heart, body, and soul.”

Her teeth scrape against my shoulder. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“It’s forever. T