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She is so wet, so ready and I could do this all night long. I am in no hurry to finish this now I’ve started and I want more. Much more.

I pull out and her gasp of disappointment is short-lived as I press her against the glass and slide in from behind. Wrapping my hands around her sweet delicious neck, forcing her to stare down at the city.

I fuck her harder and faster, loving how she pushes back on my cock, her gasps of pleasure mixing with her moans. It’s as if I am claiming this woman for the entire world to see and as my cock dances in delightful debauchery, I squeeze her clit, causing her to shriek into the night sky.

“Fuck! Oh my God, Arman—I can’t—Fuck!” She comes hard on my cock, shivering uncontrollably as she pushes back, desperate for more of me inside her.

My climax isn’t far behind hers as I push in deeper and my balls explode, causing an endless stream of cum to shoot into her body, filling every crevice and every corner of her womb.

My body jerks and I roar over the edge of the penthouse, the sound carried by the gentle breeze as it cools our heated bodies.

It’s an endless stream of ecstasy that I have never felt before and I tighten my hold around my woman and make a vow to God that I will never let any harm come to her.

I will never let her go.

CHAPTER 35

ELLIE

Iam done. Spent, exhausted, call it what you will, but my limbs don’t have any power left in them and I slump against the side of the glass.

Arman’s body is still pressed against me, his hand clasped on my stomach as he pulls me flush against his body.

He is buried deep inside me to the hilt, and I don’t even think of the consequences of what we’ve just done.

I let him fuck me in the open where anyone could see us and I can’t be bothered to even attempt to cover my shame.

For the first time in my life, I feel free. I am doing something that is so alien to me I only wonder why I haven’t done it before.

Because it wasn’t with him.

A soft voice inside tells me the reason why this wouldn’t be the same with anyone else, and if I wasn’t fucked before, I definitely am now.

I want to be with him.

Not for his money. Certainly not for his asshole behavior, and definitely not because I like him.

I ache for him.

I am consumed by him and he has overtaken my life and tossed out any resistance never to be allowed in again.

I am his.

He may as well have bought my soul with the money he bid because one million dollars has bought him me.

He pulls out and kisses me sweetly on my neck and whispers, “Come. We can clean up inside.”

I’m shocked when he twists his fingers in mine and leads me naked toward the door leading downstairs.

“Somebody may see us—Luka?” I hiss and he laughs softly.

“There is nobody to see you, Ellie. Only me. It will only ever be me, so get used to that.”

“You’re so arrogant, Arman. What if I have other plans?” I hiss and yet even as the words leave my lips, I know they are empty ones.

“The only plan you have is me.”

I am staggered by his arrogance and yet he’s not wrong. At this moment, he’s the only thing occupying my mind. When my life turned to shit, fate gave me him and I am still working out if that’s a good thing. He is enigmatic, controlled, and rather scary and yet when you scrape away the façade, he is caring, sweet and thoughtful.