She wasn't supposed to fall for him.
He wasn't supposed to touch her.
But some temptations don't ask for permission — they just happen.
It started with tension.
The kind that built in sharp words and stolen glances.
She hated how he looked at her — like he owned her.
He hated how much he wanted to.
And when it finally happened… it was raw.
Unforgiving.
Undeniable.
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"You're mine. Say it."
Her eyes fluttered, half-closed, her body tingling in waves of pleasure that left her too weak to speak. She heard him — his voice deep, commanding — but all she could do was moan.
He stopped.
Then bit her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp.
The world returned in a flash of heat.
"Say it."
"I… I'm yours," she whispered, voice trembling. "Own me."
That was all he needed.
His control snapped.
The fire in his hips surged.
He thrust into her — harder, wilder — like he was claiming every part of her soul, not just her body.
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She wanted to hate him.
He wanted to forget her.
But when they touched, nothing else existed.
It was never supposed to go this far.
But now that she's tasted him…
She knows she'll never be able to stop.
And neither will he ...