Edmund looked at Angela with hunger in his eyes. He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, his fingers tracing circles over the nipple, sending a shiver down her spine. "We're not done yet," he growled, his voice low and husky. Angela's heart raced as he brought his lips to hers, his mouth crashing down on hers in a violent, aggressive kiss.

　　He then lifted his head and looked at her chest, his eyes roaming over her body before coming back to her face. "You want this?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire, as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing her to cry out in pain. "I think you do." With a swift motion, he bit down on her breast, the pain sending a rush of pleasure through her body.

　　Angela's hands flew up to her chest, covering the wound, but Edmund just laughed and pulled her arms away.

　　"Get used to it," he whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

　　He released her nipple and began to circle it with his tongue, teasing her with the sensation. Angela felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, and she knew she was in trouble. She tried to pull away, but Edmund held tight, his grip on her hips like a vice. He took one hand off her hip and brought it to her face, forcing her to look at him.

　　"You're mine, Angela," he hissed, his eyes blazing with intensity. "And I'm not letting go." He leaned in close, his lips inches from hers. "I want you, all of you."

　　His words sent a chill down her spine, but she couldn't deny the truth in them. She was his, body and soul, and she knew it. His lips crashed down on hers again, and this time, his kiss was more brutal, more demanding. Angela felt herself getting lost in the moment, in the passion that coursed through her veins. She was trapped by his words, his actions, his very presence. She knew she should be afraid, but she couldn't help herself.

　　Edmund pulled away, his chest heaving with exertion. He grasped her hair, pulling her head back, and Angela felt a surge of adrenaline as he bared her neck to him. His teeth sank into her skin, biting down hard, and Angela felt a rush of pleasure mixed with pain.

　　He released her, his eyes burning with an intense desire. "You're marked now," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Edmund's gaze raked over her body, lingering on her breasts, still red and tender from his bites. He reached out and cupped one in his hand, squeezing it roughly before releasing it. "These are mine too," he said, his voice dark with possessiveness. "No one else gets to see or touch them."

　　With that, he climbed on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. Angela felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement as he loomed over her, his body pressing against hers.

　　"I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "And you'll love every second of it."

　　Without waiting for a response, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep inside to claim her. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, where he bit down hard enough to leave a mark. Angela cried out, the pain mingling with pleasure as he continued his assault on her senses. He released her wrists and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he ground his hips against hers.

　　"I want to hear you say it," Edmund demanded, his voice rough with need. "Tell me who you belong to."

　　Angela hesitated, her mind clouded by lust. She knew she should resist, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. "I'm yours, Edmund. Only yours."

　　A cruel smile twisted his lips. "Good girl. Now let's see how loud I can make you scream."

　　He shifted position, pushing her legs apart and settling between them. Angela felt his hard length pressing against her entrance, and she tensed up, suddenly nervous. But before she could say anything, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.

　　The sudden invasion made Angela gasp, her body stretching to accommodate his size. Edmund didn't give her time to adjust, instead moving quickly, pounding into her with a fierce intensity that left her breathless.

　　"Ah, yes!" he groaned, his hips slapping against hers. "You feel so good, so tight. You were made for me, weren't you?"

　　Angela couldn't respond, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She was trapped in a vortex of pleasure and pain, her senses reeling from the brutal force of his movements.

　　But even as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace, Angela found herself craving more. She arched her back, pushing her breasts forward in an offering that Edmund eagerly accepted, biting down on a nipple with savage abandon.

　　"Yes, take it all," he growled, his eyes flashing with a dark possessiveness. "You're mine now, body and soul."

　　As Edmund continued to pound into her, Angela felt a growing pressure building inside her. It started as a distant hum, a whisper of pleasure, but it quickly intensified until it was a roaring inferno consuming her entire being.

　　She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she teetered on the edge of release. Edmund seemed to sense her impending climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.

　　"That's it, come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with urgency. "Let go, Angela. Let me feel you squeeze around my cock."

　　The words were enough to push Angela over the precipice. With a strangled cry, she convulsed beneath Edmund, her body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Her vision blurred, her mind fogging with pleasure as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensation.

　　Through it all, Edmund continued to move, his own release imminent. As soon as Angela finished trembling beneath him, Edmund pulled out, his chest heaving with exertion. He flipped her onto her stomach, his hands grasping her hips and pulling her towards him. Angela felt herself lifted onto her knees, her legs spread wide as Edmund positioned himself behind her.

　　She felt the head of his cock probing her entrance, teasing her mercilessly before finally sinking deep inside her. The sudden invasion made her gasp, her body adjusting slowly to the new angle.

　　Edmund began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, but growing in intensity as he went. Angela felt herself getting lost in the sensations once more, her senses reeling from the dual assault on her body. His fingers dug deep into her skin, holding her steady as he continued to pump into her. Angela's breath caught in her throat, her thoughts consumed by the brutal force of his movements.

　　The pressure built inside her once more, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatened to consume her entirely. Edmund seemed to sense her impending climax, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. Her body trembled violently as she came undone beneath him. Edmund followed closely behind, spilling himself deep inside her with a guttural moan of satisfaction.

　　As the haze of their passion settled, both Edmund and Angela lay entangled in the sheets, their bodies damp with sweat, their hearts still pounding in rhythm. Edmund pulled Angela close to his chest, and she burrowed into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. For a brief moment, they both gave in to the silence, breathing together as the weight of their forbidden union lingered in the air.

　　Edmund's phone vibrated on the nightstand, the insistent buzz pulling him from sleep. Carefully, he untangled himself from Angela's body, trying not to disturb her as he reached for the device. The name on the screen made him sigh in frustration. Mark.

　　Edmund glanced at Angela's peaceful, sleeping form, her hair spread across the pillow, lips slightly parted, before answering the call.

　　"What is it?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep but laced with irritation.

　　"I'm sorry to disturb you," Mark said, his tone serious. "But we have a situation. Something you'll want to handle personally."

　　Edmund's brows furrowed. He slipped out of bed, moving to the corner of the room to avoid waking Angela. "What kind of situation?"

　　"There's been some movement with Richard Evans," Mark continued, keeping his voice low. "He's been in contact with someone outside the company. I've traced a few emails. Looks like he's trying to sell some information that could damage us."

　　A wave of anger washed over Edmund. Richard had been a persistent thorn in his side, but this new betrayal stung deeper than ever. "You should've dealt with this before it got this far," Edmund growled, his tone ice-cold.

　　"I thought I had it under control," Mark admitted. "But it's worse than we anticipated. We need to make a move now."

　　"I'll handle it," Edmund said, his voice steady but laced with menace. "I want every detail you've got. Send it to me immediately."

　　"On it," Mark replied before hanging up.

　　Edmund put the phone down, running a hand through his hair. He cast a glance back at Angela, still asleep, her face peaceful and serene. The contrast between the chaos in his mind and her innocence made his chest tighten. But there was no time for reflection. He had to handle Richard before the situation spiraled out of control.

　　Hours later, Angela stirred softly, her lashes fluttering as she woke from her deep sleep. The remnants still clung to her body, her muscles ached, the scent of their passion lingering in the sheets. She reached out instinctively for Edmund, but he wasn't beside her. Her eyes scanned the room until she found him standing by the window, his back to her, talking on the phone.

　　She watched him for a moment, admiring his broad shoulders, the intensity that seemed to cling to him even in moments of silence. She had always known there was something dangerous about Edmund, something that set him apart from anyone she'd ever met. And now, she was bound to him in ways she couldn't deny, couldn't escape.

　　As she tried to sit up, a sharp ache shot through her thighs, and she winced, biting her lip to stifle the sound. The soreness between her legs was a painful reminder of the intensity they shared. It hurt, but the ache was laced with satisfaction, a lingering testament to the passion they had shared.

　　Angela slid her legs over the edge of the bed, carefully standing up. Her muscles protested, and she moved slowly, feeling every inch of her body reacting to the roughness of the night's events. As she made her way to the bathroom, she cast one last glance at Edmund, who was still engrossed in his conversation.

　　The soreness, the bite marks, the lingering pain, they were all reminders of how deeply she had given herself to him. And yet, standing there, aching in the aftermath, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. She had survived him, his intensity, his hunger, his possessiveness. And more than that, she craved him still.

　　Her lips curled into a small, knowing smile.