I can’t keep my cool. I wasn’t ready to accept the fact that the blood-spattered, panic-stricken woman in front of me belongs to someone else. The logical part of my brain will get over it, but there’s another part that already owns her. And it’s the part that wants to punish her for lying, to fuck her and make her cry out my name. To claim her. To mark my territory so she’ll know in no uncertain terms that she belongs to me and me alone. That I owned her the second I saw her on that elevator.

I stop fighting my more primal urges when her shouting match is followed up by that confession about her arranged soon-to-be marriage, and more importantly, that she’s never been with Giovanni. We have way too strong a connection. For a second I forget about consequences and repercussions. I banish logic from my brain and go by gut instinct. It’s worked for me up to now. Taking her hand, I guide her to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I stand at the fully encased, all glass walk-in shower, which surprisingly didn’t shatter into a million pieces. Despite her initial protest, I take off my clothes then shuck her shirt and start in on her pants.

A moment later she submits to me and the moment. The fire that burns in her eyes is only for me. That passion lights her up like a candle, and hell, I still want to be the only one who can ignite her flame.

“Get in,” my clipped words echo back to me.

Sabrina stumbles into the large space, and before I can make it inside the stall, she turns on the instantly hot water. It starts to cascade down from the ceiling nozzles, and fuck, the woman drops to her knees, taking my hard cock in her mouth. I all but lose my mind.

My hands tangle into in her hair, guiding her small, wet mouth around me. I rest my head back against the glass wall. Fuck, the contrast of sensation, the steaming hot water on my skin, her sexy mouth, it makes every muscle in my body go taut. My cock twitches in the slick cavern of her throat. We’re not soft or tender right now. We’re rough and rushed and rabid, both exerting a level of dominance over each other. Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I had angry sex, but Sabrina needs to know exactly who’s boss.

The next time she bobs up with her head, I use my leverage to pull her off of me. I swear at the lack of contact as cool air envelops my cock at first, but I have more satisfying ideas on my mind. Pulling her over to the marble bench within the shower enclosure, I turn her away from me, anchoring her hands against the bench so I can ride her at just the angle I want to.

She’s doubled over with her ass in the air and the spray hitting her back. She’s sexy as fuck. I do what I was meaning to do since we woke up early this morning. With no hesitation, I grip her hips and plunge into her tight pussy. Sabrina throws back her head, hissing out my name. I grab a thick handful of her long, light brown locks and ride her relentlessly. Her hips jerk backward, meeting me stroke for stroke. She arches into me, matching my energy and pace as her slick inner walls pulse along my erection. Quick, hard, and dirty, we use each other, taking each other for our own pleasure.

It feels like a battle as we claw our way to devilish heights. A fight to be that much closer. I wrench her back under my control, reaching around to circle my finger around the nub of her clit in quick, sharp circles as I pound her harder. She bucks backward with a loud cry that satisfies me and my ego. She’s lost to my hand and my cock, and I maneuver around some more to make her completely fall apart under my skilled hands. We’re both almost there so I’m merciless as I piston deeper inside of her.

“Jesus,” I mutter breathlessly through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to bury myself to the hilt until my seed coats her inner walls.

She cries out my name, and I raise my other hand from the flesh of her hip and bring it down on the spot in four loud slaps. Her legs all but give way and her body shakes as she cums. Then I follow, my muscles jerking as her tight cunt clamps around my shaft and draws out my orgasm. Sabrina whimpers through the intense waves of pleasure that continue to smash against us both for some time. She looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with me, giving me a weak nod as though telling me it’s exactly what she wanted.

I groan at her small, seductive smile, and reached down to kissed a spot on her shoulder. She straightens up, turning to face me, then wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest. We say nothing under the hot stream of hot water.

As I stand there, I start to plan for my next move. Tate and Axe should be downstairs by now. Sabrina may not know it yet, but she’s my property now. And I protect what’s mine. It’s time to prepare for the fight of my life.