Kier’s POV

Damn it. I wanted to hear her moans. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to make sure she knew exactly who was inside her and never forgot it.

But since I couldn’t have that, I’d make sure she felt it.

With every thrust of my hips, I’d etch myself into her body, deep enough that she’d never want to lay with another man.

The thought was possessive. Animalistic. And yet, it was me. It had always been me. Even as a child, I hated sharing what was mine. As I grew, that feeling only became fiercer, especially with the women I fucked.

But they were never...