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claimed her once more with a single thrust, any thoughts of protection vanishing as her body tightened around my cock.
    I pounded one thrust after another into her, unable to hold back, even as she wrapped her legs around my thighs, urging me on to take her deeper, harder, faster, my teeth sinking into her neck and shoulder as I fucked her into the hardwood floors with complete abandon, my orgasm starting to build at the base of my spine. But it was all too quick…too frantic…and I wanted so much more.
    Pulling free of her body, I kicked off my jeans, and ignoring her protests, scooped her up off the floor and carried her back to her bed as she bit my neck, the pain only making me want her more. I put her down on top of the comforter, even as she attempted to rid me of the rest of my clothes, and yanked her dress up over her head, leaving her naked before me, since she hadn’t bothered to wear a bra and I’d already torn her panties from her body. And as badly as I wanted her, it took me only moments to finish stripping down naked, my cock aching to sink into her once again.
    “On your hands and knees, Wren.” I didn’t really give her any time to comply before I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto all fours, giving me a perfect view of her plump ass.
    My hand landed against her ass cheek with a hard slap, loving how she cried out and dropped her head to the mattress, her ass rising high as if asking for more. The second blow was quickly followed by the third, my handprints red against the pearly skin of her ass, so I could hold back no more, sinking my cock deep as I fisted her hair and pulled her head back.
    I leaned forward, pounding each thrust into her slick heat, my mouth by her ear as I kept my hold on her tight. “You’ve been so bad…but that was your plan all along. Wasn’t it? So that I’d punish you…so that I’d fuck you…”
    “I fucking hate you, Ash…” But despite her words, her hips were slamming against mine to take my cock deeper, harder, quickening our pace, as she pushed me closer and closer toward my orgasm.
    “And yet, you still want me. Don’t you?” I was so close to coming…and then I slipped my hand down between her legs, stroking her clit as she bucked against me, crying out as she came, her answer to my question riding on her scream.
    “Yes.”
    It was all I needed to push me over the edge, claiming her as mine once more as I spilled my cum deep inside her with a few more thrusts. I rode out my orgasm, each wave of pleasure and release building on the one before until our bodies finally stilled, linked together as one, our breathing heavy and ragged.
    “You’re mine, Wren. And soon you’ll be my wife.”
    “That’s what you think.” She glared at me over her shoulder and pulled free of my cock, my cum slipping from her pussy and onto her thighs. “I fucking hate you.”
    “I know. And yet it doesn’t change anything.” Ignoring her struggles, I pulled her into my arms and lay back against the pillows, holding me to her. “We’re still getting married.”
    “It’s pointless to keep arguing with you, because it’s not fucking happening, and you don’t want to listen to me.” She tried to push me away and wriggle out of my arms, but since I didn’t feel like having to chase her naked through the house when she attempted to pull a runner, I only tightened my hold on her, earning me a glare as she cursed me between gritted teeth, “I swear, if you don’t let go of me, I’m going to fucking lose it.”
    “Make me chase you, and you’ll find yourself handcuffed to the bed for the rest of the night.” And I meant it, though it might still come to that, since I was tempted to get some sleep before hitting the road again in the morning. “And in case you think I’ve forgotten, don’t worry…I already know that you hate me and I’m a fucking bastard.”
    She shrugged my hand off her shoulder, though I only slipped it down to her waist, pulling her