I wince because I don’t belong to anyone. Not to him or anybody else, not even for a night.
“I’m not yours,” I mumble.
He gives me a wicked smile. “My dick owning your pussy says otherwise. You’re mine whether you want to be or not, and you don’t belong to him anymore.”
Our eyes lock and a moment of understanding passes between us.
I don’t need to clarify who he’s referring to. I know who he’s talking about is Robert.
That spark of jealousy from earlier flickers in his eyes but it’s gone before it can truly set in. What’s takes its place is the look of the conquering villain who just succeeded in securing his conquest. The conquest being me.
Something strange comes over me as his words settle in my mind. In some ways those words feel like they set me free.
Invisible shackles have been around my neck since the day I walked into Club Montage and Robert claimed me as his. Eric just broke them, releasing that part of me that didn’t know how to escape.
“You hear me?” he checks. I don’t just hear him though, my soul is listening. “You’re not his anymore, you are mine. Say yes.”
“Yes,” I confirm on the edge of a moan.
When he lowers to kiss me again, he smiles as I move to him too. Then he pins me against the wall, ravaging my mouth as he ruts into me.
I come again within seconds and so does he.
We share the mutual release like we’re lovers locked in passion and not like we just fucked like animals.
I’ve barely caught my breath when he pulls out of me.
I fully believe he’s going to either walk away and leave me or send me to my room. After all he got what he wanted. He got his hardcore fuck. What else does he want from me?
I move to get my clothes but he stops me.
“Not so fast Babydoll. I’m not done with you yet.”
I search his eyes. “Aren’t you?”
“Not even close. You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”