She cried out, a broken sound as I hit a spot deep inside her that made her legs buckle. "No!" she finally screamed, the word torn from her. "No, I didn't! Okay? Are you happy? I didn't!"

The relief was instantaneous. The anger didn't vanish, but it shifted, morphing into something more intense. My thrusts became less about punishment and more about claim.

"Good," I breathed into her skin, my pace never faltering. "Because this is mine. This tight, wet fucking cunt is mine. And you're going to remember that. You're going to remember it every time you look at him.”

The only sound in the cramped, dim storage room...