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Her eyes blaze into mine. “I am furious with you.” Her breath catches. “Kiss me anyway.”

She’s so lithe—long and lean, all furious energy in my arms. But she asked for this kiss. That matters. I can be stronger without using that strength to erase her choice. I give her exactly what she asked for and no more than she welcomes.

I push her up against the wall. My hand goes to the center of her chest. Pinning her into place. Her eyes flash at me. She’s furious, but the fury is clouded with desire. She’s breathing hard. I can feel her heart banging against her chest. She’s biting her bottom lip.

I leave my hand, holding her there. With my other, I grab that ponytail. The one she’s so often swinging around in her sassy manner. I wrap my fingers around it and pull.

Hard.

She gives a shocked gasp and her head rolls back. I lean down, my face beside hers. My mouth finds her ear. “I’m going to have what I want.” I take the delicate lobe between my teeth and bite. She cries out.

The tip of my tongue trails downward, finding that delicate spot on her neck she so loves to have kissed… softly. Instead, I zero in on it, biting then sucking.

She cries out again. Her fingers find my shoulders, the tips of her nails bury into my flesh. My mouth forms an unbreakable bond with her delicate skin and I mark her. I can picture the purple bruise that will arise for all to see. My goodbye kiss.

“Carter.” The sound of her raspy voice stops me in my tracks.

She’s pleading.

I release her hair. My mouth leaves her neck. I take my hand down from her chest and take a step back.

What have I done?

Her eyes find mine. I’m not sure what to say.

Before I can speak, her mouth is on mine. Her hands are around my neck, in my hair, clawing, grasping. She kisses me with an intensity that makes my gut clench. My cock hardens and rises and presses against the fabric that constricts it, until it’s painful.

My hands find her ass. Bare under her almost nothing dress. Still warm from my striking palm. I clutch her curves, digging my fingers into her flesh until she breaks the kiss to cry out in pain. Then I’m shoving the fabric up over her hips. Her fingers fumble to undo my belt, push away my pants.

My cock lunges from its cage. Long and hard and ready to conquer.

I grab her waist. My fingers wrap so tightly, her hipbones lock into my palms. I push her ass up against the wall. I bend my knees, shoving my cock to her pussy. I find her entrance. She groans as I press against her.

My hands go beneath her thighs. In one fluid movement, I lift her up, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, and I plunge inside of her hot, wet sex.

Again, I tug on her hair. Bring her long ponytail down. This time, I pin the end of it against her lower back.

She cries out and the walls of her pussy constrict around my rock-hard cock. I thrust my hips forward, driving my full length inside of her. She gasps. I pull back and go again. She’s screaming my name and I’m relentless. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, her nails scratch my back, my chest.

I just keep fucking.

Her legs wrap tighter around my waist. She buries her face between my neck and my shoulder. She’s getting tighter, wetter. I know her signs and she can’t take much more. I give three more hard thrusts, then I hear it. That familiar mewing noise she makes just before she comes. Just at the sound of her, my balls constrict, the base of my cock tightens. My mind goes blank and my only existence is the place we are joined and how damn good it feels to be coming inside of her. My hot seed fills her and I give one last thrust. My entire body tingles as I release her from my grasp, sliding her legs down to the floor. Her hands are on my shoulders. She catches my eyes, then looks away. We stand like this for a moment.

Her before me. My hands still on her waist.

An awkward silence hangs between us.

I drop my hands. I leave her, pulling up my pants.

We avoid one another’s gaze. Put ourselves back together.

She’s straightening her dress. Smoothing back her hair. I tuck my shirt into my pants. Zip my fly and buckle my belt.

When we are done, we linger. The space between us is only a few feet but seems vast. Impossible to close. After what we’ve just done, I find it so strange that I feel I can’t touch her. That I need to keep my distance from her.

Finally, she looks up at me. She clears her throat. She bites her lip. She says, “So where do we stand, now?”

My heart grows cold, hard. “Do you submit yourself to me?”