She gasped as I ripped her shirt open, exposing her lace bra. “I think we should give them a real show, don’t you think? Make sure they know whose cock you crave, so they know not to touch what’s mine.”

Her throat bobs against my hand. I lessen my hold to allow her the opportunity to speak. “I’m not yours. Fucking me on the ground like an animal doesn’t make me yours.”

She hisses as I cup her wet hot cunt. “Princess, I’ve owned this pussy from jump. You can run, you can hide, you can never see me again, but we both know this cunt will always weep for me and no one else.”

“Never.”

My hand curled around her throat, fingers digging in. Devlynn gasped for breath as the rage within me boiled to the surface. But the rage wasn’t for the past and everything I’d gone through. My rage was about her not wanting me. She’d stared me right in the eyes and said the word: Never. I hated thinking she wasn’t as consumed with me as I was with her. Every fiber of my being was coursing with her essence, and she was telling me it wasn’t the same for her.

Her hands flew to her neck, and her nails dug into my skin. Her eyes were wide with confusion. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged.

“There’s a thin line between love and hate, Devlynn. An even thinner line between obsession and worship.” I held her still with my hand at her throat while my free hand moved back to her pretty cunt, spreading her with my fingers and swiping at her sweet nectar. What I was doing might have been wrong, but the need to get what I needed was stronger.

I paused a moment, unsure if I were crossing a line I’d never be able to come back from, when Devlynn stopped fighting me and wrapped her legs around my neck, pushing my head closer to her pussy.

“You're going to be a perfect slut for me, Devlynn. You going to let me eat this pretty cunt until you drench my face with your pussy juice?”

Devlynn bucked her hips, offering herself on a platter—a platter I was going to eat until I was full. I sucked on her clit, my fingers moving in her cunt and finding her g-spot. Fuck, I’d missed this—how she responded to my touch and bucked beneath me, how her hands pulled my hair, encouraging me to ravish her.

As I licked her pussy, savoring my favorite flavor, it dawned on me that I’d been lying to myself. Because it wasn’t hate I had for Devlynn, it was fucking love. A love so deep that it was embedded in my veins and pumped my heart with life.