Chapter One
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CHAPTER ONE
My back slammed against the wall of Anton’s bedroom, the impact rattling the heavy wooden frame of the mirror behind me. A sharp gasp tore from my throat, but it was instantly swallowed by his mouth. Hot, demanding, and merciless. Anton Cole didn’t kiss like a man who asked permission. He claimed instead, raw and fierce.
His huge hand shoved my soaked dress up around my waist while the other hooked under my thigh, yanking my leg high around his hip. I was already dripping for him. With one powerful thrust, he buried every thick inch of his c**k inside me in a single stroke.
“f**k Anton!” I cried out, my walls stretching painfully around his girth.
“That’s it, sweet bunny,” he growled against my neck, voice low and gravel-rough. “Take every f*****g inch. This tight little p***y was made for me.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again, harder, setting a brutal rhythm that had my breasts bouncing with every savage thrust. The wet, obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass filled the room. I clawed at his leather cut, nails scraping over the Iron Veil patch as pleasure bordered on pain.
“Too deep,” I whimpered, even as my hips rolled to meet him.
“Bullshit.” Anton’s dark eyes burned into mine, pupils blown wide with lust. “You love it when I wreck this cunt. Say it, Lena. Tell me how much you love getting f****d by a man old enough to be your goddamn father.”
Heat flooded my face. “I love it,” I gasped. “I love your big c**k ruining me, Anton. Don’t stop please, plea…”
He snarled in satisfaction and hoisted me higher, both hands gripping my ass as he pounded into me. The new angle dragged the thick head of his c**k over that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. My eyes rolled back.
“Look at me while I f**k you,” he ordered, one hand sliding up to grip my throat, not choking, just holding. Possessing. “I want to watch you fall apart on my dick.”
I forced my eyes open. His face was inches from mine, sweat beading on his forehead, jaw clenched, that rare storm of raw emotion flickering behind the control. At thirty-eight, Anton was pure power: scarred, tattooed, and terrifyingly beautiful. And right now, every bit of that danger was focused on breaking me open.
He suddenly pulled out, making me whine at the emptiness. Before I could protest, he spun me around and shoved me face-first against the wall. My palms slapped against the cool surface as he kicked my legs wider.
“Arch that back. Bring your ass up.”
I obeyed instantly. He lined up and thrust back in, bottoming out in one go. The new depth made me scream. Anton fisted my long hair, yanking my head back as he railed me.
“Whose p***y is this?” he demanded, spanking my ass hard enough to sting.
“Yours!” I sobbed. “Only yours, Anton. I’m yours…”
“Damn right.” Another hard slap. “No one else will ever touch what belongs to me. I’d kill for this cunt, Lena. You know that?”
“Yes, God Anton, yes!”
He reached around and rubbed my swollen c**t in tight, ruthless circles while his hips snapped forward. The dual sensation sent me spiraling. My second orgasm crashed over me without warning. I clamped down around him, pulsing, gushing, legs shaking violently.
Anton didn’t slow. He f****d me through it, growling filthy praise in my ear. “Good girl. Cream all over my c**k. That’s my dirty little bunny.”
He pulled out again, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between my legs from behind. His tongue speared into my dripping hole, licking up every drop of my release before sucking hard on my c**t. I nearly collapsed. Only his strong hands holding my hips kept me upright.
“Anton…fuck I can’t…, please”
“You can,” he said, voice muffled against my soaked flesh. “And you will. Give me one more before I fill you up.”
He added two thick fingers, curling them against my G-spot while his tongue flicked mercilessly. The third orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed his name loud enough for the entire compound to hear.
He rose, spun me to face him, and lifted me effortlessly. My legs locked around his waist as he carried me to the bed and dropped me onto my back. In seconds he was on top of me, c**k sliding back into my oversensitive p***y.
This time his pace was slower, deeper, almost punishing in its intensity. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, the other mauling my breast, pinching my n****e until I arched and moaned.
“Look at you,” he rasped, eyes devouring me. “Twenty-one years old, ruined for anyone else. You gonna let an old biker like me keep you forever, Lena?”
Tears of overwhelming pleasure slipped from the corners of my eyes. “Yes. Keep me. Own me. I don’t want anyone else.”
Something raw and vulnerable flashed across his face. He released my wrists and cupped my jaw, kissing me deeply as his hips rolled in a devastating rhythm. The tenderness lasted only moments before the beast returned. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, and started pounding again, hard, fast, relentless.
The headboard slammed against the wall. Sweat slicked our bodies. I came a fourth time, sobbing, my nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood.
“f**k, Lena” Anton’s rhythm faltered. “I’m gonna fill you up. Take every drop like the good little cumslut you are for me.”
“Please,” I begged, voice hoarse. “Come inside me, Anton. Breed me. Make me yours.”
With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot jets of c*m flooded my p***y, so much it leaked out around his c**k as he kept grinding through his release. He collapsed over me, breathing ragged, still twitching inside my wrecked body.
For long minutes we stayed like that, joined, panting, his weight a heavy, comforting blanket. Finally he lifted his head and pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my forehead, then my lips.
“You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely. “No matter what hell tries to take you from me. I will burn the world down before I let you go.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, heart aching with emotions I still didn’t fully understand. “I know.”
He stayed buried inside me, softening slowly, as if he couldn’t bear to leave my body yet.
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