Emery Clark is officially mine.

She's mine, and there is no greater feeling than whatever adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I carry her over my shoulder into our private hut.

Letting her know how I felt was terrifying, but knowing she's as scared as I am is almost comforting in a way. We're navigating this together, and no matter what happens, at least I know she feels the same about me as I do about her.

There's no turning back now.

When I set her on her feet and get a look at the black skin-tight maxi dress hugging her endless curves, I don't know where I want to start first. I want my tongue on every crevice of this body.

But Emery is gaining confidence more and more each day, and when she pushes me against the wall, sinking to her knees before me, I promise a sexier image doesn't exist.

My head rests against the wall. "Fuck," I hiss. I blink up at the ceiling to try and hold myself back because when I look down at her again, knowing she's mine? I'm not going to know what to do with myself.

She giggles softly, seeming to read my thoughts. "I told you to do your worst, Everett. Is this all you've got? I'm disappointed."

Finally, I focus back on her, cursing under my breath as she blinks innocently up at me. Those brown eyes of hers are teasing the hell out of me, and she knows it. She knows exactly what she does to me.

Our chemistry is undeniable. If she wants my worst, she can get it, but I'm afraid if I show her, it'll be too much. She's taken my roughness and loved it thus far, but what if I take it too far? The thought of losing her or even turning her off is petrifying.

Dropping my voice an octave, I mutter, "Can you handle it?"

Her throat works as she gulps, and it's an effort not to smile as she squirms on the floor. "Yes," she breathes.

"Yes, sir," I correct.

Her eyes fill with lust as she repeats it back, and hearing it off her tongue causes my cock to strain against the fabric of my shorts. This woman who is normally so stubborn, so independent, is on her knees at my disposal per her request, and knowing she likes this...

Oh, I'm about to have a lot of fun.

I pull the zipper of my shorts down and arch a brow when she bites her bottom lip. "How badly do you want it?"

"Everett," she warns, continuing to squirm impatiently.

"How badly?"

She huffs, and I'm pleased to see some of her stubbornness come to light. "Really fucking badly."

"Enough to beg for it?"

My shorts and briefs fall around my ankles after she nods, my cock bouncing with the movement as I step out of them and kick the clothing to the side. Emery follows my cock like a dog would a bone, and fuck if it's not taking every last ounce of willpower not to fuck her right there on the floor.

Her tits are straining against the maxi dress, nipples fully erect, and I eye them heavily as I drag my hand down the length of my cock, making it harder. "Pull your dress down," I tell her sternly.

She does as she's told, and her breasts fall out of the fabric, those perfect brown nipples begging to be sucked on. I plan on giving her all the pleasure in the world tonight, but she wanted to see me do my worst, so first, I'll show her just how dominant I can be.

"Are you wet for me?" I ask.

"Yes," she splutters almost instantly. "Please, Ev. Let me touch you."

I smirk a devilish grin. "And if I let you suck my cock, will you be able to take all of it?"

"Yes," she replies greedily. "I'll make sure of it."

"And how can you be so certain?"

Lifting her eyes to mine, my knees almost buckle at the sight of her desire for me. "Because I was made for you, Everett, so it has to fit, right?"

If words alone could make someone come, I would have done so after hearing that sentence.

Instead, I reach over to grip her jaw with one hand, running my thumb across her full bottom lip. "You were made for me," I agree. "That means what's mine is yours, right?"

She nods desperately as I stick my thumb into her mouth to open it all the way up.

"So you wouldn't mind if I..." Spit pools on my tongue, and I glance questionably at her to make sure it's okay. When she opens her mouth further, my cock is practically throbbing as my spit lands on her tongue. "Good girl, Emery. Now swallow it."

Her throat works hungrily as she does so without complaint, so I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head to say, "Now show me what you can do with that mouth."

Emery has always loved a challenge. She strives to be the best at everything, and sucking my cock is no different. As soon as she takes me into her mouth, she's already surpassed anyone else who's done this to me before. I keep my fingers weaved in her hair, guiding her down my shaft until she gags and comes up for air.

The dominance I've tried so desperately to keep up is faltering as she swirls her tongue around my cock's head and bobs back down until I hit the back of her throat. She keeps her eyes on me the entire time, even when they start to water, and fuck if I'm not going to come already.

"Fuck." I throw my head back against the wall, knowing I'm close. "Suck your fucking cock, baby. Just like that."

She moans, slipping a hand underneath her dress to touch herself. My balls are drawn up tight from the sounds she's making with her mouth, but nothing compares to the sound of when she sticks her fingers inside herself, letting me know just how wet she is.

"Fuck. Stand up. Now."

She barely has the time to release my cock before I'm tugging her to her feet and dragging that damn dress off her. The woman took my advice and didn't wear any underwear, bare and glistening right before my eyes.

The sexual tension between us is always strong, but right now, I can't seem to control myself. In seconds, our teeth are clashing as I haul her into my arms so she's straddling my waist, and I spin us around so it's her back against the wall now.

Her fingers tear at my t-shirt to get it over my head, tossing it to the ground beside us as I drag my teeth down the column of her neck and bury my cock deep inside her with one powerful thrust.

"Fuck!" She cries out. "Yes, Ev. Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

I push my hips to meet hers, pounding her relentlessly against this wall. There's an entry table to the right of us, and before I even think about it, I slam her ass down on top of it, an expensive vase crashing to the floor and shattering beneath us.

Emery's eyes grow wide, but with one of my free hands, I turn her jaw for her to look at me again, never easing up with my thrusts. It's deeper this way, and I'm so fucking close. "Fuck the vase," I tell her. "Eyes on me, baby."

One of her hands is on the table to hold herself up, the other around the back of my neck. She's sinking her nails into my skin, but it feels fantastic. I love it when she marks me. I'm hers, after all. She can claim me however she sees fit.

"You're fucking mine," I pant, almost in disbelief. "All fucking mine."

"Oh, yes!" She throws her head back as her eyes roll at the same time, and the delicious feeling of her pussy clenching as she comes has me driving harder while moving a hand to her throat. "I fucking lo—"

She stops herself, but I know what she was going to say, and what I said before about words not being able to make someone come? Yeah, scratch that.

I'm coming instantly, falling on top of her on the damn entry table and biting her shoulder to ease my grunts of pleasure. We're a sweaty, disgusting mess from the humidity outside flowing in through the pool entrance, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, I say, "How was my worst?"

She moans, playing with my hair while my cock remains inside her. "Way too fucking good. Did we actually break a vase, or was that just my brain shattering from the orgasm?"

I glance down at the floor at all the glass and give her a wry grin. "Nah, you weren't losing it. We broke a vase."

"I don't even want to know how much that'll cost in damages."

"Good thing you don't have to worry about it, huh?"

Before she can be her naturally stubborn self and demand she go half on it, I lift her up and carefully avoid the shards to carry her to safety by the bed. "Go wash up. I'll call someone to clean this. There isn't a broom here."

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Positive. I'll join you in a second."

She gathers whatever she needs from the dresser and disappears into the bathroom. When she's finally out of sight, I run a hand through my curls, smiling like an idiot to myself. Sex with Emery is unreal.

Suddenly, knocks echo into the room from the hallway, and for once, I'm grateful for the interruption. If it's an employee, it'll spare me from having to call guest services.

"One sec!" I call out, hurriedly slipping on a pair of briefs and sweatpants.

Avoiding the glass, I throw open the door, expecting to see an employee, but who grins at me like an idiot on the other side isn't an employee at all.

It's my biggest fear.

"Surprise!" Liam shouts.

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