Tony

 

She wasn't gonna tell me no—because she wanted it and I knew that she wanted it. Her pretty, tight pussy convulsed around my fingers when I plunged them in, her curvy, supple body trembling. I wasn't one to beat around the bush for something that I wanted. Evie was mine. That baby was mine—she knew it. It would just take time showing her not to let her silly, little head get in the way of us.

 

I had no notion as to why I wanted her so much. I'd only fucked her once. I didn't even know her past what you could learn from the news. But she was mine, and I couldn't shake the thought. Especially not when she rutted back against my fingers instead of trying to push away.

 

"Tell me you don't want it now, Evie. Tell me you're not mine."

 

She didn't answer as I curved my fingers in her, assaulting that patch of nerves with them. She gasped, her slick wetness flowing out around my fingers.

 

"I thought so."

 

"Tony ...Tony, please ..."

 

I continued to work my fingers in and out of her.

 

"Please what?"

 

She turned her face into her arm. I could see how red her cheeks were. I chuckled a little and put my face back into her neck.

 

"That's okay. I know what we both want."

 

I bit her neck like a beast. Taking my fingers out of her, I undid my pants and took out my cock. I was hard and aching. I needed to be inside her like I was born to do nothing but fuck her. I jerked her back against me, sliding my cock along her pretty ass.

 

"One day I'll claim that, too," I told her before I shoved inside her tight, wet pussy.

 

She screamed out, the pleasure making her convulse around me. I let go of her hands in favor of grabbing her by the hips and slamming into her. We were in a pretty public place—the front of my father's home. Servants could pass by. Hell, dear dad himself could try to walk through that door.

 

It only made me fuck her harder. Only made me drill into her deeper. She moaned and panted, and I kept her wedged between me and the door.

 

"Tony ...Tony ..."

 

It was Goddamn music to my ears, just like when I'd bent her over in the alley. Just like when I'd had her suck my cock. Just like when I’d pushed her against the wall again and fucked her and fucked her, until I couldn't get it up anymore, and then I’d still finished her off another round.

 

Not mine.

 

Bullshit.

 

She was mine on merit that she got me hard.

 

I went at Evie with abandon. I made her cum, but I didn't stop. Not even when she was sobbing and twitching.

 

"Fuck, Tony—Tony!"

 

"Yeah, say my name, Evie. Scream it!"

 

"Ah, ah, fuck! Tony!"

 

I felt my balls tighten, but I wasn't ready. I pulled out. I pushed her to the floor, on her back. She looked surprised as I did, gasping as I pinned her down by the wrists and shoved into her again. Her legs wrapped around me, forcing me inside her deeper, plunging in.

 

"You. Are. Mine. Evie." I bucked into her, sure to bruise her in more ways than one. Mine—all mine. There was nothing and no one who was going to change that.

 

"Tony—fuck, right there. Right there!"

 

She came undone again, and this time I came with her—came in her. Panting, I stayed there a moment before pulling out. I rolled over onto my back. The tile felt good. Cold. It was calming against the heat of my skin. Evie lay beside me, panting as well. I looked at her, watching between her thighs as milky cum ran out of her. She was marked. She was mine.

 

She was also standing up, flushed and refusing to look at me.

 

I don't know why, but that made me feel guilty. I watched her slide on her panties and her shorts.

 

"I'm going to go shower," she said, her voice hoarse and regretful. I let her go.