“No more,” I panted after the third climax.

I didn’t think I could take it, but Elias didn’t care.

“No. Come for me again,” he said, his voice a low growl in my ear as he reached between us and tugged my clit.

I couldn’t help it. Even though I was exhausted, I went off like a rocket, the hard orgasm that ripped through my body taking the last of my strength.

Elias had enough for both of us.

Kept fucking me like a man possessed.

He was close to me, every inch of our sweat-slicked skin exposed. “You’re mine. This sweet, tight pussy, that fucking mouth that drives me insane, all of you is mine. Say it,” he growled as he fucked me harder.

Then harder.

“Say it, Kayla,” he said again.

I felt like I was going insane, not sure whether I wanted to run or stay with him forever.

“Say it,” he growled.

“Yours, Elias,” I whispered, not sure I had spoken the words until they were out.

He wasn’t satisfied. “Say it again.”

“Yours,” I repeated without hesitation this time.

He buried himself so deep inside me that it felt like all the air had been ripped out of my lungs. He held me immobile as he came, pumping me full of his seed, laying his claim.

He pulled out, and I suddenly felt cold, bereft, but not brave enough to reach for him.

“Mine, Kayla,” he said, his eyes boring into mine.

Then he left.

Fourteen

FOURTEEN

Elias

“What troubles you, son?” my father asked.

“What gives you the idea that something troubles me, Papa?” I said.

He laughed.

“I’m old, and I know you think I am foolish, but I see things,” he said.

“You know I don’t think you’re foolish, Papa,” I said.

“Or you’re smart enough not to tell me,” he said.

“Isn’t that the same thing?” I responded.

He laughed. “My point exactly. Now speak with me.”

I didn’t want to but decided the value of being honest outweighed the risks. And besides, the more forthcoming my father thought I was being, the less he would interfere.

At least I hoped so.

“This situation with Todd,” I finally said.

His name was like ashes on my tongue, and even now, days later, thinking about the things he had written to Kayla made me want to slide on those brass knuckles and go find him.

But I couldn’t, and it was pissing me the fuck off.

“You want to take his head off, eh?” my father said.

“Very much,” I responded.

And on the one hand, I knew that wasn’t good.

Business was supposed to be done with distance, levelheadedness, and I was anything but.

No.

I was furious.

Even worse, jealous.

I had staked my claim to Kayla, and everything inside of me rebelled at someone trying to test that.

Especially someone like Todd.