Empire of Sin (Empire #2)(49)

I fuck her like a madman with no cure, like this is the last fuck of my life, like she’s my prize and I have to have her one final time.

Sex never felt this raw to me, this…fucking primal. Yes, I’ve always loved it rough, but never to the point where I didn’t want to stop.

Where I wanted to be inside a woman forever.

The thought gives me pause, but only for a second before I’m pounding in her again.

Faster, wilder, until she’s sliding on the floor and my hold is the only thing keeping her in place.

“You’re so fucking tight, my little liar. This hole is made for me, isn’t it?”

She releases an unintelligible sound, so I repeat, “This hole is mine, isn’t it?”

“N-no…”

The pads of my fingers dig into her nape. “Did you just say no?”

“You…don’t…own me…”

“Is that fucking right?” I up my pace, ramming into her the fastest I ever have until her whimpers and moans break. Until her small body is completely at my mercy—or lack thereof.

“Here’s the thing, my little liar. I do own you, I own this hole and every other hole you have to offer. The longer you deny it, the harder I’ll fuck it in you.”

“Oh, fuck…” she curses, her walls tightening around me. “Knox…Knox…oh, shit…I…can’t take it…”

“Then admit it. Admit that your cunt is mine to own and fuck.”

“Oooh…”

“That’s not the word.”

“Just…just let me come…”

“Not until you say that your cunt is mine.”

“It’s…it’s yours…” Her voice is barely above a murmur, but I hear it.

I hear it so loud and clear that the inexplicable possessiveness veering on madness takes hold of me.

“Good girl.” I rotate my hips until I hit deeper, and that makes her moans louder and sharper. “Do you like that?”

“Yes…yes…there…please…”

I roll my hips again, driving deeper instead of harder, then repeat it a few more times until I feel her shattering around me. “Here?”

“Yes!!” she screams, spluttering and murmuring my name like a chant as she comes undone.

I feel her clamping around me, swallowing me inside and milking my dick as if she can’t come alone and is inviting me along for the ride.

My pace turns frantic, fueled by her pleasure. It’s something only she is capable of, making me so attuned to her orgasms and the tremors in her body that I can’t help the need to follow her.

To be with her.

To fucking own her.

At that thought, the one about owning her, my cum spurts inside her with a wrecking force I’ve never felt before.

As if with a vengeance.

As if I want her every pore to be stuffed with my seed.

I slowly pull out of her, my gaze following the trickling of my cum out of her pussy, smearing her thighs and pooling on the floor.

The shadows slowly dissipate to the background when a raging sense of possessiveness bulldozes to the forefront, tearing through my flesh and smashing straight into my bones.

I’ve always hidden my tendencies of obsession—the need to be number one, to be Dad’s favorite, and even to be T’s only support. And I’ve been trying to get rid of those bad habits since after secondary school.

This is the first time I’ve felt a blinding possessiveness for someone I fucked. It’s close to being a dark obsession.

A dangerous one, where my shadows will come out and play.

And yet, I can’t stop staring at the evidence of my ownership dripping out of her.

I can’t let her go, even though we’re both panting and perspiration covers our skin.

It’s a primal thing that I have no control over. A raw feeling that holds me hostage and refuses to let go.

A soft whimper rips from her and the sound shakes me out of my trance. I slowly release her, then stagger to my feet, tucking in my semi-hard dick.

Yes, I just emptied inside her, but the view of my cum pouring out of her cunt is taunting my dick for another round.

But it’s not about that.

I didn’t come here for multiple rounds or even to fuck at all. I’m here so Anastasia will stop looking at me, so she’ll stop being attuned to me when she has no business to.

She turns around and slowly gets into a kneeling position, then stares up at me. My cock twitches at the view of her completely naked. There are a few red marks on her pale skin from when I gripped her—around her neck, on her wrists, and on the creamy flesh of her breasts. Her nipples have become red and puffy from my assault. Her lips, too. They’re swollen, plump, and tempting me to shove my dick between them.

But what really gets me is the look in her eyes, the satisfaction in them, the fucking pleasure that she’s not ashamed to show.

Because we’re compatible, she and I. Other women wouldn’t appreciate the roughness and dirty sex, but my Anastasia gets off on it.

Wait. My?

Since fucking when did I start thinking of her that way in my mind?

I need to go home and erase these cancerous thoughts from my head.

This is fucking.

Only fucking.

I haven’t taken even one step when she asks, “Do you want to grab something to eat?”