Chapter 93. Nothing Could Have Prepared Him

ROSETTE

“What the fuck did I tell you about begging?” he growled, his nails digging into my jaw, his eyes glowing.

“You said not to,” I answered, holding his hand. I didn’t pull it away from my jaw; I just caressed it, my eyes fixed on his.

“Good thing your memory still works. So don’t fucking beg.”

“I wouldn’t have fucking begged if you had just fucked me, you piece of shit!” I shouted, my hand tightening on his.

His nostrils flared and he ripped his hand away, getting on top of me, his breathing turning into a harsh pant.

“Fine,” he growled, ripping my dress away. He stared at my naked flesh, a purr vibrating in his chest, and I could tell the beast was at the edge, itching to come out. “Mine.”

He grabbed me by the waist, flipping my position so my front was resting on the bed.

“I’m going to fuck you so damn hard, you’ll never think of leaving me again.”

He held my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and before I knew what was hap