“Yeah, I’m done with this shit.” McCarthy closes the laptop and tosses it to the bench that’s at the foot of the bed because his bedroom is big and fancy enough that he can have a whole living room suite in here.
He straddles me, the weight of him dipping the mattress ever so slightly.
Kissing me softly, he licks his way into my mouth, slowly savoring the taste of me.
The belt of the fuzzy robe yields easily for him, then there’s the whisper of his fingers over my skin, the faint crinkle of a condom wrapper, then he’s easing into me.
I sigh against his mouth as he makes love to me, my legs wrapped around his waist as he tells me how beautiful I am, how much he adores me, how I’m his.
I come with him sucking on my tits, then he finishes in me, rocking into me excruciatingly slowly until I’m coming again as he shudders into me.
Blinking, I look over at him as he gathers me into his arms.
“Just tell me. I know you want to say it,” he whispers.
I cross my arms.
“Tell me you love me.” He trails his tongue along the swell of my breast, cresting the nipple. “I want to hear you tell me you love me when you come.”
“Now who has mommy issues?”
“Just because I like to suck on your tits doesn’t mean I have mommy issues.”
Saying you love a guy who treats you like shit and who you just met definitely screams daddy issues.
His knee is forcing my legs apart.
I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
He’s rolling on another condom.
“You’re in love with me. Just say it.”
My fingers tangle in his hair as he eases into me.
“I came in you a few times. That makes you mine, right?”
My breath hitches in time as he fucks me into the mattress, my legs wrapped around his waist. I need him deep in me, to fill the ache inside.
“I own you.” His teeth scrape my neck. “Say it. I like knowing that your whole universe revolves around me.”
“You’re a fucking bastard,” I gasp out as I come around him.
“Evil.” He kisses me. “Sociopath.” He bites me, then his cock is surging in me, and he comes with a curse. “And you can’t imagine your life without me.”
When he’s cradling me in his arms afterward, gently stroking my hair, I hate myself for thinking I see the love reflected back in his eyes.
“Tell me, Jenna.”
“I love you,” I whisper, tears leaking down my face.
I hold my breath as he looks at me in awe.
“I want to marry you,” he mouths then kisses me gently.
I always fall in love too fast. And this? This is way too fast. But it’s too late.
“Be mine,” he whispers.
