"Oh God, yes!"

　　The words were barely a whisper, but Edmund heard her clear as day. With a triumphant growl, he added another finger to her entrance, stretching her deliciously as he curled them to hit just the right spot.

　　Angela's back arched, her head thrown back, and a scream tore free from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. It was intense, a blinding white light behind her eyes that left her gasping and trembling in its aftermath.

　　Edmund watched her come apart for him, his own arousal straining against the confines of his boxers. He couldn't wait any longer to be buried deep inside her, to claim her completely as his own. With one final, possessive kiss, he lifted her up, positioning her as he guided himself into her still-pulsing heat.

　　Angela's legs wrapped instinctively around Edmund's waist, her ankles crossing at the small of his back as he began to move within her. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, designed to drive home the fact that she belonged to him, heart and soul.

　　She cried out with each powerful stroke, the sound muffled by the water cascading over them. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as she clung to him, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

　　Edmund's control slipped, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. The wet heat of Angela's cunt enveloped him like a vice, milking him expertly. With a guttural groan, he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her.

　　Their bodies trembled together, caught in the aftershocks of their shared climax. Edmund's arms tightened around Angela, holding her close as they both struggled to catch their breath. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a contrast to the intensity of what had just transpired between them.

　　"I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

　　Edmund didn't reply. He never did, but his actions always spoke louder than words. He kissed her deeply, tenderly this time, the fervor of earlier making way for a more intimate connection. Her lips softened beneath his, their tongues dancing lazily together. When he finally pulled back, his gaze locked onto hers, intense and burning with unspoken promises.

　　They lingered in the warmth of the water for a few more moments before Edmund reluctantly turned the knob, shutting off the flow. He stepped out first, wrapping a towel around his waist before offering a hand to Angela. She took it gratefully, her legs still unsteady as she stepped out onto the cool tile floor. He wrapped her in a soft, oversized towel, his hands brushing lightly over the marks on her skin, which had deepened to a purplish-red hue.

　　"Let's get ready. We need to head back," he said, his voice low and commanding, though laced with an unusual softness.

　　Angela nodded, still feeling the effects of everything they had just experienced. As she caught her reflection in the mirror, she could see the flush still in her cheeks and the marks that littered her body. She was his. Completely. The thought both excited and terrified her in equal measure.

　　In the car, the atmosphere between them was thick with lingering tension. Edmund's grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white as they sped down the highway. Angela, sitting quietly beside him, shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her body still sore from their earlier encounter. But it wasn't just the soreness; it was the intensity that was simmering just beneath the surface between them. She could feel his gaze flick toward her every so often, his eyes dark and unreadable.

　　Without warning, Edmund's hand shot out, grabbing her thigh firmly. Angela gasped, her head snapping toward him, her heart hammering in her chest.

　　"Lift your dress," he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

　　Her pulse quickened, but she obeyed, lifting the hem of her dress slightly as her breath came in shallow bursts. Edmund's fingers inched up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin until they reached her core. His touch was rough and possessive, and Angela had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

　　"Finger yourself," he commanded, his voice dark with control.

　　Angela hesitated for a brief moment, but the heat in his gaze left no room for defiance. Slowly, she moved her hand to the place between her thighs, her fingers slipping past her folds. She let out a small gasp as her fingers found the slickness there, a testament to the power Edmund held over her.

　　"Good girl," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the road as he watched her from the corner of his vision. "Now pull your dress down from your shoulder. Let me see you touch yourself."

　　Her breath hitched, but she did as he said, slipping one strap of her dress down her shoulder, exposing her breast. She began to touch herself, her fingers teasing her nipple as her other hand continued to work between her legs. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of shame, excitement, and the all-consuming desire to please Edmund.

　　He cast her a glance, his eyes dark with lust. "Don't stop until I tell you to," he growled.

　　Angela's body trembled as she continued her movements, her fingers working her sensitive flesh as she moaned softly. Edmund's breathing had become heavier, his desire palpable in the air.

　　Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Edmund abruptly pulled the car over to the side of the road. He turned to her, his gaze predatory. "Enough," he ordered, pulling her hand away from her body. His fingers trailed over her swollen lips and slick folds, and he smirked. "You belong to me, Angela. Never forget that."

　　When they pulled into the driveway of their home, Angela hurriedly adjusted her dress, trying to compose herself before stepping out of the car. Her legs wobbled slightly, still feeling the soreness between her thighs, a constant reminder of the control Edmund had over her.

　　As they walked inside, Angela tried to calm her racing heart, only to be met with the sight of her mother, Julie, standing in the hallway. Her arms were crossed, and she eyed them both with confusion and suspicion.

　　"Where have you two been?" Julie asked, her voice sharp as her gaze flicked between her daughter and her husband.

　　Angela froze, panic creeping into her chest. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and the ache in her body made it hard to walk straight. Julie's eyes lingered on her daughter, noting the way she shifted uncomfortably on her feet.

　　Edmund, ever the master of deception, stepped forward smoothly, placing a hand on Angela's lower back as he spoke. "We went for a drive to clear our heads. Angela wasn't feeling well, so I took her out to get some air."

　　Julie raised an eyebrow, clearly not fully convinced, but she didn't press further. "You should have called. I was worried."

　　"Sorry, Mom," Angela mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain between her legs as she forced herself to stand a little straighter.

　　Julie sighed, rubbing her temples. "Well, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you two go freshen up? I'll set the table."

　　Edmund gave a tight nod. "We'll be down in a few minutes."

　　Angela didn't need to be told twice. She hurried up the stairs, desperate to put some distance between herself and her mother. As she reached the top, she could hear Edmund following closely behind her, his presence a constant reminder of everything that had transpired between them.

　　By the time they sat down for dinner, the tension in the air had somewhat dissipated. Julie seemed more relaxed, though her eyes still flicked to Angela now and then with a curious expression.

　　As they ate, Julie cleared her throat. "I've decided I'll be leaving tomorrow morning," she announced, glancing at Edmund.

　　Angela's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure if she felt relief or fear at the thought of her mother leaving, but before she could dwell on it, Edmund spoke.

　　"That works out perfectly. Angela and I will be heading out tomorrow evening. I'll drop her off at her hostel after our tour. I'm sure Angela will learn all the basics by the end of the tour." The smirk on his face widened. Though Julie didn't mind anything, only Angela realized the hidden meaning of his words, which made her shiver and gulp.

　　Julie's gaze shifted to Angela, a soft smile on her lips. "It'll be good for you, sweetie. A fresh start at the university. You'll make new friends, experience new things. I'm sure it'll be exciting."

　　Angela forced a smile, though her mind was elsewhere. She could feel Edmund's gaze on her, heavy with unspoken promises. The thought of being alone with him, away from her mother's watchful eyes, sent a thrill of both fear and anticipation through her.

　　As the dinner continued, Angela struggled to keep her composure. Each time Edmund's hand brushed hers under the table, her heart raced, her body still aching from the earlier events. She knew that this was far from over. In fact, it felt like it was only just beginning.

　　Later that night, as they prepared for bed, Angela couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change in ways she couldn't fully comprehend. Edmund's presence loomed large, his possessiveness wrapping around her like a vice. She glanced at him as he undressed, her pulse quickening at the sight of his bare skin, knowing that no matter how far she tried to run, she was already trapped.

　　Late that night, long after Julie had gone to bed, Angela lay in her room, her mind racing. She had barely drifted into a light sleep when the door creaked open. Startled, she sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. Edmund stood in the doorway.

　　"Get up," he ordered quietly.

　　Angela obeyed without hesitation, slipping out of bed as he approached her. His eyes gleamed with something dark, something possessive, as he leaned in close, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

　　"I want you to pack," he murmured. "In one suitcase, put only the dresses and lingerie we got today. Nothing else. Don't forget anything. In another, pack what you'll need for the hostel. The driver will bring that later."

　　Angela's breath hitched, but she nodded, immediately moving to her closet. She could feel Edmund's eyes on her, watching her every move with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. As she finished packing, Edmund stepped up behind her, his hands sliding over her shoulders.

　　Without warning, he pulled down the strap of her nightdress, exposing her breast as she didn't wear a bra. His fingers found her nipple, pinching it harshly. Angela gasped, the pain made her body jolt.

　　"Edmund!" she moaned, her voice trembling.

　　He smirked, his hand moving to slap her breasts with sudden force, making them jolt painfully. She shrieked, biting her lip to stifle the sound as her body trembled from the shock.

　　"Good girl," he said darkly, his fingers trailing down her skin one last time before he stepped back. "Finish packing."

　　With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Angela trembling in the dim light, her body still aching from his touch.