With a swift motion, he pulled my leggings down. The ripping sound echoed in the room. He grabbed my hips and yanked me toward the edge of the table, forcing my legs apart. This was no tender love-making; it was a claim. A reminder.
"You’re mine," he growled, and without further warning, he entered me in one cruel, filling thrust.
I screamed, my fingers clutching the steel edge. The mix of pain and pleasure was inseparable, as always. He let out a deep, satisfied growl, his palms leaving red marks on my hips.
"Yes," he panted, his pace brutal and relentless, the table banging against the wall with each thrust. "This is where you belong. Beneath me. Inside me. Filled with my power."
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation, to the raw power he poured into me. It was twisted. It w
