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There wasn’t anything in my world that revolved around romance and she would soon learn this, one way or the other. I thrust my tongue inside as I cupped her buttocks with my other hand, dragging her as tightly against my heated body as possible. My cock jutted into her belly and the moan she managed infused my brutal hunger. I was famished, tainted by everything she offered. She was sweet and innocent, a direct opposite to the monster fueled and ready to devour her.

I was rough in my taking of her, my fingers digging into her skin as I drank her sweet essence. She clawed at me, wiggling her body. There would be no freedom, no getting away. She kicked out and within seconds there was a large clatter, the warmth of dripping liquid sliding down portions of my body. I broke the kiss, issuing a series of guttural sounds before licking around her mouth and moving to her jaw.

Paint was everywhere, covering our bodies, splattering the cloth. She ran her hands up along my arms, dragging globs of paint and mixing into my hair. Amused, her sparkling laughter floated toward the rafters. I was incensed but so damn turned on. She wrapped her leg around mine, whimpering as I bit down on her neck. We were entwined together, our bodies locked in a match of dominance.

She wouldn’t win but in her trying, I knew what had to be done, my mind reeling from the pain I would inflict, the pleasure I would exact. My heart raced to the point I heard echoes in my ears. Every inch of my body was alive, invigorated by her laughter and passion. I yanked her hair again, growling as I slid my mouth to her breasts, sucking and biting on her nipple.

“Oh. Yes... I...” Her sounds were muffled, her body quivering. I adored the way her nails dug into my skin, scratching as she attempted to get out of my firm hold. She’d become a wildcat, refusing to give in.

The taste of her was incredible, filling my mouth. I could only imagine her sweet pussy juice sliding down my throat. She continued to wiggle in my arms, slapping against them until I’d had enough. I slid both hands under her bottom and lifted, impaling her with the entire length of my cock. The way her pussy muscles stretched, taking every inch and pulsing around me was almost too much to take. She was so wet, tight, and hot.

“Oh!” Her screech was high pitched, her mouth forming a rounded ‘O’ as she panted and squirmed. “Fuck. Fuck!”

I pumped her up and down, snarling as I held her, my muscles straining as her skin slipped against mine. Paint continued to ooze, slip-sliding all across our skin.

Caroline held the back of my neck, her eyes wild with desire. She continued fighting me, even as a slight smile remained on her face. I forced her legs around my hips, smacking her bottom twice until she glared into my eyes. “You don’t own me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

A game. She had no idea who she was playing with.

Everything about this woman needed to be tamed.

Refusing to let her go, I used the power of my upper thighs to thrust in a brutal manner. I was insane with need.

She finally lolled her head against me, taking several deep breaths. “Oh... God.”

Easing her feet onto the floor, I pushed her shoulder. The second she dropped to her knees, she scuttled backward, crawling through the paint, the same look of strong conviction on her face.

The same glint in her eyes.

No one was going to take her.

She had no idea what I was capable of.

She turned, jerking onto all fours and crawling across the cloth. Vibrant splotches of paint were everywhere, covering her luscious body, the cloth, and the floor. I was shaking from the intensity of my desire, my need to fill her with my seed. This woman was infuriating. Captivating.

I took a deep breath before advancing, dropping onto my knees as I wrapped my hand around her neck, stopping her cold.

She flung her hand back at me, continuing to scramble, moaning in the most seductive manner. I didn’t care who heard us; didn’t give a damn who witnessed us. She was my possession and soon everyone would know.

And they would stay away.

I yanked her back, splitting her legs open with mine and positioning my cock. There was no time to waste; her games would not continue. I plunged inside, the force rocking her forward.

Her hands slapped at the cloth as she whimpered, “Fuck. Oh, fuck!”

I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her tender skin, driving in frantic actions. I couldn’t get enough of her, the way her pussy muscles clenched around my cock, the heated wetness or her breathless moans.

Caroline continued struggling, the paint forcing her knees to slide. She was breathless, gasping for air, her back heaving. “Yes...”

I craved every part of her, every hole. There was nothing but a blinding need left inside, vicious and hungry. I could tell she was close to coming, her muscles constricting until I was forced to throw back my head, roaring, “Fuck. Fuck!” I could hear her mewing sounds floating all around me, infusing my need.

“Oh!” She dropped her head, suddenly meeting every hard thrust with one of her own. The heat continued to build as skin slapped against skin, her pussy clamping around the thick invasion, leaving me fighting for enough air to fill my lungs.

I refused to stop, fucking her harder and faster.

She reared back, tossing her head and enabling me to see her reflection as she stared open-eyed into the street. She was on fire. She was enraptured. As the climax rushed deep into her sweet little pussy, her entire body began to shake in a violent manner. Her mouth opened wide, but there were no sounds, merely strangled breaths.

The single orgasm built, moving into another. Then another. The second she stopped shaking, I slid my cock to her dark hole, slipping several inches inside, hitting the tight ring.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” She fought me, slapping her hands and trying desperately to move away.

I yanked her back, thrusting another two inches.

“So big. Fuck. So big.” She moaned and laughed, her body completely crumpling to the floor as if resigned.

There was no holding back. I shoved the remainder of my cock inside, claiming her ass. With every hard stroke, every savage plunge, she moaned over and over again. I was lightheaded, my balls filling, the need to fill her stronger than ever. As lights flashed in front of my eyes, I lost all sense of control, smacking her ass as I fucked her.

“Fuck!” Then I lost it, spewing into her tight asshole, filling her with my seed. My cock still throbbing, I fell over her, pulling her onto her knees. “This is just the beginning.”

“Mmmm...” she whispered, her eyes closed in a sweet moment of rapture.

I eased her down, breaking the connection and standing. When she rolled over, her beautifully stained hair framing her chiseled face and porcelain skin, the hunger boiled deep within.

The need to possess her.

The need to ravage her.

The need to keep her.

“Soon, my sweet. Soon I will come for you and you will not fight me or refuse what I have to offer. I will break you, use you, and there will never be another.” I backed away into the shadows, finding towels in which to wipe away the paint.

As I gathered my things and dressed, I did something I’ve never done before and an act that would serve me well.

I took a salacious picture, a reminder that she’d given herself to me.

The rest would come...