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  Albie brings me to the bed, pausing for a moment to look at me. All of his muscles are tensed, coiled like a wild animal. For the first time I can see a feral undertone, a fierce quality that all of his breeding can’t quite cover up. “Spread your legs for me,” he says, running his hand along the length of his cock as he watches me.

  I spread my legs for him. I’m acutely aware of how wet I am for him, how completely and utterly needy.

  My weight against the bed pushes the plug into my ass, and I know that I’m relaxed and ready for him there too. I run my palm over my stomach, sliding my fingers between my legs to touch my swollen clit.

  “I need to taste you.” Albie speaks the words, laced with hunger, before putting his mouth between my legs to eat me greedily. This time, he doesn’t lick me slowly, exploring me with his tongue the way he’s done before. This time, he fucks me with his tongue, thrusting inside me as his hands grip my thighs and pull my hips up to meet his mouth.

  When his hands slide around my ass cheeks, he warns me to relax, removing the plug slowly as he focuses on my clit. But I’m so distracted by his tongue, so heady from the nearness of my orgasm, I hardly notice as he pulls the plug from me.

  Then it’s gone, and I’m only aware of emptiness. And I want to be filled up, more than anything else in the world right now. “I want you…there,” I whisper, unable to articulate the words.

  “You’re sure,” he says, the question in his voice.

  “I’m sure.”

  “Say it.” He doesn’t wait for me to say it, though. He reaches for a bottle of lubricant.

  “I want you to fuck me…there,” I say. “I want to feel your cock.”

  “You want me to claim your ass,” he says, turning me over. His hands travel over my rear, followed by his lips, as he kisses and caresses his way across my cheeks.

  “Yes.” I choke out the word. “I want you to claim me.”

  I’ve never wanted to be claimed by anyone before. I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone. The very idea is ridiculous. Antiquated.

  Except I want him to claim me.

  I’m asking him to claim me, to mark me as his own, to take me in every way possible.

  A pang of shame rushes through me, but it’s instantly obscured by the overwhelming feeling of lust for this man.

  “Spread your legs,” he orders, not waiting before reaching between them to slide his fingers into my slick pussy. “You’re so fucking wet. I love your wetness. I love your pussy.”

  “I’ve never…done this,” I whisper.

  “I know, Belle,” he says, slipping his fingers from me. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Am I sure?

  More sure than I’ve been of anything else.

  “Yes.”

  “Touch yourself,” he says. I slide my fingers between my legs, pressing them to my clit as he rolls a condom over his length, then coats his cock with lube. “I took out the piercing this time.”

  This time.

  Will he fuck me in the ass with the piercing next time?

  Every sensation is heightened already, because I’m so close to the edge. When he presses the head of his cock against my tight hole, the shock of pain that ricochets through my body amplifies my pleasure. He pauses, his hands on my ass cheeks. “Are you sure, Belle?”

  “Yes.” I choke out the word as he begins to work his way into my ass, his movement excruciatingly slow. He pauses, letting me adjust to the pressure and I rub my clit harder. The pleasure balances out the discomfort I’m feeling.

  “Belle,” he groans, pushing further inside. “This tight little virgin ass is mine. You are mine.”

  “I’m yours.” I gasp when he moves again, white-hot pain searing through me.

  “Reach further down, Belle,” he orders, his voice strained. “Slide your fingers into your pussy.”

  Mutely I obey, fingering myself with my palm pressed against my clit, moaning as the pleasure obscures the pain. The sensations are overwhelming, but I feel myself relaxing as Albie fills me up completely. When he’s finally inside, his balls tight against my ass cheeks, he stays there, unmoving, as I adjust to the sensation.

  “Are you okay?” he asks. “You feel so fucking amazing, Belle.” He sweeps my hair over my back, applying kisses to my neck.

  My eyes are watery, stinging with tears, yet I’m on the edge of orgasm, pushed close by the exquisite sensation of being completely full. “Yes,” I groan. “Please. More.”

  I’m hardly coherent as he begins to move inside my ass, slowly, each movement sending a stinging pain through my body. He runs a hand over my breast, taking my nipple between his fingers and squeezing it until I’m racked with pleasure. He moves slowly for what seems like forever, until there’s no more pain, only pleasure rippling through my body. “All of you is mine, Belle,” he says.

  Yes.

  “Give yourself to me,” he says.

  “I’m yours.”

  I’m so close.

  “Fuck me harder,” I gasp, and he does, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I know he’s keeping himself restrained, fearful of hurting me, and I still want more. On my stomach, fucking myself with my fingers while he thrusts into my ass, I let go.

  I let myself be completely taken by this man. I feel only unbridled lust.

  I feel free.

  “Shit, Belle, I’m going to come in this tight little ass of yours,” he says, his voice gruff as he slams into me, his full, heavy balls against my ass cheeks. “Tell me you want to feel me fill your sweet little virgin asshole with cum.”

  He’s filthy.

  On the outside, he’s the ultimate in well-bred, with the ultimate pedigree. Yet the things he says to me are the filthiest things I can imagine.

  No one talks to me this way. No one’s ever talked to me this way.

  And, so help me, it makes me fucking wet.

  “Please,” I beg, shoving my fingers deeper inside my pussy. I can hear myself panting in the stillness of the room, my breath short like I’m some kind of animal, but I don’t care.

  All I care about is sweet release.

  “Say it, Belle,” he says, smacking my ass cheek. The loud slap reverberates through the room, the sensation rippling through my body.

  “Fill me,” I say, no longer self-conscious or nervous. I say the words again, louder this time. Demanding. Practically yelling. “Fill my virgin ass with your cum.”

  I don’t even finish the sentence before my orgasm rips through me with the intensity of a freight train. Albie calls my name as he grips my hips, his fingers digging into me as he thrusts inside me one final time. His cock twitches as he explodes.

  I collapse onto the bed with Albie inside me, my muscles clenching as my body is racked with wave after wave of pleasure.

  When Albie rolls me onto my side and pulls me tightly against him, he wipes my cheek with his palm. “You’re crying,” he whispers. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I say, and I mean it. I didn’t even know I was crying.

  “Belle,” he says, voice filled with uncertainty.

  “That was intense,” I whisper.

  I’m not sure I’m only talking about the sex.

  He draws me against him, my heart still racing as I come down from my orgasm. Hell, I might never come down from my orgasm. “Really fucking intense.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Albie

  Belle and I have been sneaking around for a month now. It’s a miracle we haven’t gotten caught. The bodyguards suspect something, I’m sure. Nothing gets past Noah, but he hasn’t said a word. He just nods and gives me a look when I make one of my many excuses before disappearing. He likes Belle, though; I can tell. But he hasn’t said a word.

  I’ve gotten lots of crap from Price for avoiding the social scene, the clubs and bullshit and picking up women.

  I thought I’d get tired of Belle. When I hooked up with her the first time, I swore to myself it would be a one-time only thing. We’d screw and get