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    I sat up, ready to resist, when he placed his palm flat over my heart and pushed me back down into the mattress. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, holding them in place with one hand while the other pushed my legs apart and guided the head of his penis to my entrance.
    His eyes bore into mine. “Do you want me inside you, Elsie?” he asked, pushing in just the slightest and retreating.
    My breath came out in rapid gusts and my insides squeezed, trying to suck him inside me by sheer will.
    “Tell me, yes or no?” he demanded in that gravelly voice.
    “Hell yes,” I breathed and then he surged inside me, filling and stretching me to my limits.
    He groaned long and low as he thrust into me. He grabbed my hips and jerked me closer to the end of the bed to grant him better leverage then he crouched over and rolled his hips into mine.
    I fisted the sheets by my head, on sensation overload. My head was still swimming from the alcohol, magnifying every nerve ending in my body. He was possessing me, every grind of his hips hitting me in twin spots of pleasure inside and out. He looked down at me with intensity, a smirk playing on the edges of his lips as he took charge of my body. He owned me.
      He dipped his head and captured my mouth once again, his tongue and cock moving in unison as they plunged into me. Then he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, but before I could even think to refuse, my traitorous body complied. Henry was completely in control now and it was driving me wild with want and defiance. If this was the last time we would have sex, it sure as hell was going to be a memorable one.
    I gave a shout when he entered me from behind. He grabbed my waist for leverage as he slammed into me, each thrust harder than the last. I leaned down on my elbows, lifting my butt higher, squeezing him with all that I had, my anger fueled by pleasure. Or maybe it was the other way around.
    For a while, the only sound in the room was the slapping of our bare skin, punctuated by his grunts. I kept silent, intent on proving that he couldn’t completely dominate me.
    I didn’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I realized that Henry had taken command of our entire relationship—he’d made me fall in love and taken it all away. But even if I had no jurisdiction of my heart, this—the fucking—was a warzone I could fight in.
    He reached between my legs and fingered my clit, trying to get a rise out of me, but even through the pleasure, I bit my lip and made no sound. With his other hand, he grabbed me by the chin and tilted my head back, pressing his lips to my forehead while he continued to pound and massage me. It was almost too much, but I was determined not to give him what he craved.
    “Elsie,” he ground out. “Come for me.”
    “I’m not doing anything for you,” I said.
    He released my head, stilling inside me, finally taking note of the change in me, but the element of surprise only lasted a few seconds. He recovered and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. He held on tight as he began to pound into me again, hitting me so hard I was lurching forward with every thrust. I braced my arms in front of me, unwilling to give another inch.
    Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and fell sideways onto the bed, taking me with him so that we were on our sides, his cock still buried inside me. His hand immediately snaked around to my front, lifting my leg out of the way before claiming my clit. With three fingers, he massaged me, alternating circles and quick flicks all the while pounding into me from behind. His other hand clutched at my chest, pinning my arms in place.
    “I’m going make you come so much, I’ll be etched in your mind forever,” he said against my ear and, despite myself, the pressure began to build. Still, I was determined; he wasn’t going to take this from me too.
    I twisted my head around and kissed him. “I’ll