Camille
“You’re mine,” Jace growled, his breath hot at my ear. “Every inch. Every hole. Mine.”
I barely had time to answer before he slammed into me, hard. I screamed out, loud. There was no warning, no mercy. His c**k filled me in one ruthless thrust, tearing a sob from my throat.
“Jace, fuckkkk!”
“Shut up,” he growled, grabbing my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You don’t speak unless I say.”
His hips snapped against mine, again. And again. The headboard slammed into the wall in rhythm, every stroke brutal, possessive, punishing.
“Louder,” he snarled, thrusting deeper.
I cried out, my throat raw and dry. “Yes! Oh my God—yes!”
“You like being used like this?” His voice was pure gravel. “Is this what you wanted when you ran to that pretty-boy hotel?”
“No! Just you, I only wa
