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glared back, taking her measure. His eyes seemed to dare her to do it. More than willing to call his bluff, she applied steadily increasing pressure.
    His anger a tangible thing, he released her. Shayla scrambled quickly to her feet and headed for the door, feeling his gaze drill a hole in her back. As she reached out a hand to grab the doorknob, she called back over her shoulder, “I figured you’d see things my way.”
    Rory was on her in a heartbeat, driving her to the floor on her knees. He yanked her hands behind her back, forced her shoulders to the carpet, and kneed her legs apart.
    His roughness caused her pussy to cream. “Let go.” Her voice came out a breathy moan. Oh yeah, that was convincing, she thought.
    “Mine!” He drove into her tender muscles with one sharp thrust, sliding in to the hilt, and proceeded to set a punishing rhythm.
    “No,” Shayla complained even as her pussy tightened around him, gripping him harder with each stroke.
    “Mine! Say it!”
    “I won’t!” She tugged on her arms, trying to free them. Then she leaped forward, attempting to escape. She wanted him and wanted this desperately, but needed to make him fight for it—fight for her.
    Rory growled as her movement dislodged his cock, a sound so terrible it caused the hairs on her arms to raise. He caught her by the waist and pulled her back. “Submit!”
    “Make me,” she foolishly challenged, twisting her body this way and that, trying to gain the leverage she needed to scramble forward on her elbows.
    With a roar, Rory’s arm hooked her low around her torso, and her knees left the floor. He impaled her on his shaft and held her to him, his claws digging into her hips. His other arm caught her across the shoulders as he lunged forward and pinned her to the carpet, his teeth locked in the tendon between her neck and right shoulder. His body enlarged, expanding in and around her as he partially shifted.
    Shayla screamed her pleasure. Yes! This was what she wanted. This was what she’d fought for. Rory, completely out of control.
    “Shayla mine. Say it!”
    “Yes yes yes,” she babbled. “Yours. Shayla yours.”
    He grunted his approval, clutched her head by the hair, and tugged it up and to the side, baring her left shoulder. Then he bit her. Marked! She’d been double marked. Damn, there’d be no escaping him now.
    Bright lights burst behind her eyelids as her body exploded. Her throat locked up tight as her body seized, then shook violently…
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    “Mine.” The low growl carried to her ears, snapping her out of the past.
    Shayla opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed to discover Rory bearing down on her, determination in every stride. Instinctively she turned to flee, not ready to face him. She hadn’t taken two steps when Rory pounced. Quicker than her next breath, he’d flipped her up in the air, over his shoulder, and was striding out of the church.
    At the feel of him, her body turned to flame and her pussy gushed. A whimper caught in her throat. She needed him. God, how she needed him. She clawed at his clothing, trying to reach skin.
    Rory picked up speed until her surroundings became a blur. There was the brief sensation of night air, and then she was being lowered. Shayla wrapped her legs around Rory’s waist and held on as he fell to his knees, sinking with her to the ground.
    She ground her crotch against his denim-covered erection. “Please please please,” she begged, out of her mind with lust.
    “Just…a…sec,” he mumbled between kisses. “Let me…”
    His hand fumbled between them. A second later the panties were torn from her body. Another tearing sound and then his cock prodded her entrance. He surged into her and covered her mouth with his, muffling her scream.
    She came as soon as he entered her, still on edge from her earlier flashback.
    There was a ripping sound, and then his teeth sliced into her shoulder. The pain shot her orgasm to another level.
    His hips