He switches hands on my throat and bites the other side of my body. He’s merciless, digging his teeth so deeply into me, I know I’ll be covered in marks tomorrow. He shoves my skirt up over my waist as he shreds my thong in half. Next thing I know, I groan as I feel his teeth bite the flesh of my ass. He shoves my legs apart and continues licking and sucking my inner thigh down to my calves. He runs his hands up from my ankles, over my calves and thighs and to my ass as he stands behind me. “Reach back and spread your ass.”

My cheeks flame with embarrassment at the thought and when I don’t immediately obey, he slaps my ass cheeks and then my sit spot.

“I love the way you blush.” He mutters, his eyes fixed on my cheeks. “I used to think you were just playing innocent,” He muses, “but finding out that you actually are, that you’re all mine, it makes every blush all that much sweeter.”

He rains down three slaps in quick succession, each blow causing a spark to shoot straight to my center. “Reach back and spread your ass,” he repeats, his voice deadly, “Show me what's mine.” I do as he asks and watch with greedy eyes as his gaze moves excruciatingly slowly from my face to my exposed center. There’s nothing more vulnerable than opening myself up to him like this for his mercy.

The wolfish look in his eye promises rough but limitless pleasure.

“So pretty and wet for me.” He purrs, running a possessive hand over my ass before adding with a warning, “Don’t let go or I’ll stop.” My eyes roll into the back of my head and a shiver runs down my spine as his fingers circle. He slides them up my folds, coating them in my wetness, and pushes two into me.

I gasp as my body works to stretch around the intrusion, but he simply thrusts in.

“Oh, fuck.” I mumble, dropping my head back onto the counter and struggling to hold myself open as my legs start to shake violently.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me, his pace ruthless. Strangled, unrecognizable sounds fall from my lips as I try to keep up with the insane pleasure coursing through me.

“I own you. You belong to me and no one else.” He grunts, “The things I would do to any man who touched you would have me first in line on death row, do you understand me? Nobody touches you.”

shake my head frantically, fighting against the suffocating arousal for some mental clarity. His fingers curl inside me and brush up against a place that has me seeing stars.

I’m panting wantonly, the sounds I’m making loud and mewling in the enclosed space.

“Say you belong to me. Say you won’t fuck anyone else.”

“I– I won’t. I belong to you.” I rattle out, and I find that it’s easier than ever before to be honest.

I want him and no one else.

He wraps his arm around my middle and uses it to pull me up against his chest. He continues to fuck me with his fingers, adding a third and stretching me completely, as his other arm keeps me pinned against him.

I’m building towards an orgasm just out of reach as he brings his lips to my ear.

“This goes both ways, love.” He whispers heatedly, “If you want me to be yours, if you want me to fuck only you, you have to claim me back.”

My teeth bare in a manic smile at the thought that he could fuck someone else.

I bring my arm up behind me to cup his neck and run my fingers through the hair on his nape. I feel my final resistance give way before that ultimate temptation.

I want him to be mine.

I don’t want to fight it anymore, I want to take a blind leap of faith towards him and hope he doesn’t hurt me.

“Say it, Lara.” He coaxes against my ear.

I turn my head towards him, nudging his nose with mine before I close my lips around his. He grips my throat and angles me more towards him as he returns my kiss with additional aggression.

I have to rip my lips away from him so I can tell him the words he wants to hear. The ones that have been a long time in the making.

“I want you, Liam.”