Once his hands were inside the shirt I wore, he began to make good on his promise. Royce’s touch was rough and urgent. He pinched and gripped me so hard, it stole my breath. And as I’d done the last time we’d been together, I matched his intensity. My arms were around his shoulders, and I moved them to score my nails down his back.

He sank his teeth into my neck, biting hard enough it made me cry out, and I knew it would leave a mark. He heard my hiss of pain, but he didn’t apologize or ease up, and thank God. I’d thought I wanted him to make love because I wanted passion, but there was so much of it here it ran through his mean hands and dripped from his cruel kiss.

I fucking loved it.

“Were you thinking about me?” He pawed at the open collar of the shirt and buried his face inside, nosing the tie out of his way. “When you were touching yourself in my bed?”

“Yes.”

“You better have been.” He sucked hard at me, releasing my nipple from his lips with a soft pop. His hips thrust forward, stabbing himself at the seam of my legs, and my eyes threatened to roll back in my head. We weren’t even having sex yet, and it still felt so good.

He jammed a hand in his underwear, stretching it down just enough to free himself, hooked a finger in the side of my panties to shove them out of his way, and lined his cock up so he could push inside me with one rough thrust.

“Fuck,” he cursed into the side of my neck.

My body throbbed and ached around his invasion, a weirdly enjoyable pain. There hadn’t been much foreplay between us, but I’d been more than ready, and the slide of him inside me set me alight. The craving for him shifted as tinder on a fire, making me burn hotter still.

He settled his weight into the cradle of my hips and began to move, pumping while he still had his hand holding my underwear aside.

“He thinks I’m a child. I’m forever that ten-year-old he can’t control.” Royce’s voice was dark and bitter. “But I can be fucking patient, can’t I, Marist?” His thrust was hard, punishing. “No matter how much it killed me, no matter how badly I wanted you, I waited.”

My head spun. While I liked hearing it, I had to fight the recoil at the mention of his father. I wanted this moment to just be between us. Determination ringed Royce’s eyes as he drove into me. The sharp slap of our bodies was followed by my unstoppable moan.

“You know what that was like?” His question was mindless. “How hard it was to watch him go after you, and know if I did anything to try to stop it, it’d only make it worse?”

“Royce,” I panted as he writhed on top of me. The pleasure was building so much it grew difficult to speak.

Abruptly, he reared back, and as he pulled out of me, he raked his hands down my hips, dragging my panties along with them. They tangled with my feet as he hastily yanked them off and cast them aside.

“Mine,” he growled.

There was darkness in him tonight, and he became a blend of Ares and Hades as he threw himself back on top of me. He made good on his threat. His way was careless and selfish. Pushed to the edge, he became ruthless. As if every aggression he’d held back had spilled out and there was no putting it back in the bottle. Being submissive to his father had taken its toll on him, and I was paying the price, but in this moment I didn’t care. I fed off his intensity and waged an assault of my own.

“You think you’re the only one who suffered?” I snarled. “I waited and then some.”

When he kissed me, I bit his bottom lip hard enough he gave a grunt of discomfort, but inside me, his cock throbbed. I had instigated tonight, but Royce had taken control, and he demanded I keep up with him. We were a partnership, after all.

“Mine,” I echoed, claiming him right back.

His sound of satisfaction was sexy as hell. “I’m going to fuck you here in my bed every night. I don’t care if you get sore or tired.” Our joined bodies moved together, undulating on the bed so hard, the headboard began to thump steadily against the wall. “We’ve got too much time to make up for.”

He was absolutely right.

We fucked until we were both sticky with sweat. At some point, he wriggled out of his underwear completely, so he was free to move his legs and get better leverage. And then he demanded I unbutton and open the shirt I was wearing so it wasn’t between us. Only the green tie that hung around my neck as an unclaimed leash.

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