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And the filthy moment surrounding it.

My mind continued to tell me that she was a good girl and I was defiling her. So be it. A grin crossed my face all over again. When I became fully seated inside, her moans of distress instantly turned to ones of pleasure.

Unable to help myself, I smacked her bottom for a second and third time, adoring her sounds and pretend cries of pain. The way she’d been in the woods had told me many things about her. She did like it rough. But more important, she’d craved a man awakening her.

I would do much more of that.

The feeling of being buried deep in her dark hole was sinfully delicious. I kept it there for a full minute before pulling out, driving into her again.

It was almost impossible to keep up a rhythm like I’d done before. I was crazed with desire, which wasn’t like me. But as she bucked against every one of my thrusts, I was certain I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I cracked my hand against her twice more, still grinning. My body was already tensing, the powerful moment we’d shared half the day still burning a hole in my mind, but there was nothing I could do about it.

I held back as long as I could, panting and grunting in the end like a wild animal. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? I wasn’t ready to tell her.

As my balls filled with seed, she shifted into the temptress all over again and squeezed her muscles with everything she had.

In a split second, I erupted deep inside of her, filling her with my cum.

I’d claimed her.

My beautiful little flower.

My possession.

My obsession.

Sadly, at some point reality would rear its ugly head. But I would deal with it. And I would destroy, hunt, and kill any man who tried to take her away from me.

That was my pledge.

CHAPTER 17

“There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.”

—Mark Twain

Nico

It was a quote my mother had whispered after seeing her male cousin a long time ago. They’d purposely stayed away from each other at the single-family reunion we’d dared attend. I might have been fairly young, but I’d seen both their faces, the longing that seemed broken.

I’d dared not ask her about why she’d whispered the words or what they meant as I suspected he was her first love but unrequited. I hadn’t thought about it for years as there’d been no reason to. My mother and family had always seemed genuinely happy together. But I was now fully appreciating and understanding what she’d meant.

Granted, with no blood relations whatsoever, the situation could be considered entirely different, but not to everyone. Taboo was still taboo.

I’d lost another night of sleep, my worry twofold. I’d watched Alexandra sleeping. I’d stood over her. I’d attempted to put our passion into a tidy bowed box, but I’d failed. Sighing, I almost dropped my nearly full mug of coffee as I placed it on my desk. Nothing seemed to suit my thirst or appetite at this point.

But her.

Christ.

I was losing my mind in all of this.

Hearing footsteps, I bristled. There was no reason. The security hadn’t been breached, for God’s sake.

“Good morning, boss,” Luca said as he appeared in the doorway, far too chipper for my mood.

When I turned around, he almost seemed startled. Likely because I looked haggard. “Are the security people here?” I didn’t need questions or comments today. It was business as usual and nothing more.