Lia’s POV"Please," I whimpered immediately, all pride completely gone, reduced to nothing but desperate need. "Please let me come. I need it. I need it so bad. Please, Dante, please—I'm begging you—""More," he demanded, his fingers beginning to move again, slowly building the pressure back up with agonizing patience. "Beg prettier, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Tell me who's the only one who can make you feel like this.""You," I gasped, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from the intensity of sensation. "It belongs to you. Only you. Not Rob—never Rob—only you. Please—please—I'll do anything—""That's right," Dante said, his voice full of dark, possessive satisfaction. "This is my pussy now. Mine to taste whenever I want. Mine to fuck however I want. Mine to make come as many times as I want. You're mine, Lia. All mine."The possessiveness in his words, the absolute certainty, the way he claimed ownership of my body and my pleasure—it should have made me angry or s
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