“If I’d stayed away you wouldn’t have been taken.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but I was taken. We can’t change that. We can only move on.” He shudders when I lean forward again and kiss right over Dante’s words. “You’re mine, Stone. I’m not giving you up.”
“I have nothing to offer you that isn’t dead, rotted to the fucking core.”
“I don’t believe that, Stone.”
‘Then you’re a fool.” He laughs mockingly.
It should make me want to run, but I can’t. The men he killed were worse than animals. I saw firsthand what they did to children, some as young as 8 or 9 years old. But despite his torture and mutilation of their bodies, I’m undeterred; I keep going. I knew this was going to be hard. “I’m asking you to stop running away from me. I’m asking to be yours. To be with the man that I love.”
He blows out a breath. “You’re making it hard for me to say no to you.”
I lean up to him and kiss his lips. He grips my hair. “Then don’t say no. Say yes,”I demand.
He holds my face, cradling it in both hands. “I’m not capable of letting you go again if you agree to this, if you agree to take me as I am. You won’t be able to run, Countess. This means I will own you until the end of time. No matter what.”
His mouth finds mine, and I open to him, let him pull me against his hard body, let his tongue invade my mouth. I’ve missed him, missed the way he makes me feel. He rips my shirtover my head, but he freezes, holding the bundled fabric in his palm the minute his eyes drop to the chain hanging between my breasts.
“Who does that belong to?”
He grips my hip. His face is tight, and the tendon in his jaw moves rhythmically. I lift the pendant. “This? This is mine.”
He tosses the shirt away, growling before returning those big, calloused hands to my waist. “Yours, huh?”
“Definitely mine.” I grin, smirking.
“I’m going to spend a lot of time disciplining you for lying. Is it mine?”
“It was, but it’s mine now. Just like you’re mine.”
He grips the heavy chain I used to hold the skull ring pendant in his fist and drags me closer, until I’m on my tippy toes, my breasts squashed against his chest, my mouth centimeters away from his lips. “Why do you have it?”
“You left it and I took it. Finders keepers.”
He laughs, nipping my lips. And I wrap my arms around his neck. “Little Klepto.”
“Damn right. Now fuck me.”
He slaps my butt. I’ve missed the burning sting. We walk together to the wall, with me kissing his neck, desperate to feel him inside me again.
Before I can enjoy his kisses, he’s at my feet, looking up at me.
I help him tug down my tights, lifting my foot as he rips them away. My underwear is next, and seconds later, my thigh is draped over his shoulder. There are no formalities. No foreplay. I don’t need it. I’ve been wet for him for weeks. Fuck, since the moment I met him. His mouth is on my pussy, his tongue flicks my clit, his fingers push inside. My whole body goes up in flames. I grip his head, looking down at him between mylegs, whimpering at his groans and the wet sounds my pussy is making.
“That feels so good, Stone.”
He raises his head, and I touch the wetness on his jaw and chin, bringing it to my mouth, sucking my fingers.
When he pushes my legs wider, I let him. My clit throbs when he draws it into his mouth. His fingers go deeper. Two fingers become three, three become four, and I reach down with both hands and offer myself to him, pulling back my pussy lips, wanting to see his fingers inside me. He lifts his head and looks at my pussy, and then his eyes travel up until they meet mine.
“It’s yours. Take it,” I moan loudly. Insane with lust and love.
“Just like that, Countess. Show me what’s mine. Show me everything.”
His thumb touches my clit, and he pushes his hand inside until his four fingers disappear. The pain starts, and the pressure, but with it comes the hint of pleasure. A hint that will soon be a conflagration. One that will burn so bright I’ll see stars. It’s the addictive mix of all three that I now crave. One that I’ve only ever feltwith him. One that can only be satisfiedby him.
His fingers curl and hit the roof of my pussy, precise and perfect. When the pressure of his thumb on my clit becomes more than I can bear, I dig the back of my head into the barn wall and let go, my hips jackknifing over and over against his fingers, against the incredible sensations bursting inside me. I let go and call his name, shouting it to the heavens because that’s where I am. That’s where my body now resides, for a temporary moment at least, until the next time this man consumes my soul.
