“He’d want us to be happy,” Mia replies with absolute confidence.
For a few seconds I doubt that. Then I really think back to Duncan. Not the way I’ve built him up in my head, but the real person. He was harsh, but so is any mafia boss. He was fair too, loving to his daughter and kind when he could be without compromising anything else.
He was canny enough to give in to the inevitable and make it seem like his idea, too.
She’s right.
If he had really thought Mia wanted to be with me, he’d have granted his blessing.
Probably told me I was a fucking dirty old bastard and given me a black eye. But I think he would’ve been pleased, in the end, that Mia chose someone who would put her above all else. Love her to the point of obsession.
“I’m going to give you two choices,” I say, and her head tilts to the side. Listening. “If at any point, you want the first option, just take a step away. Because…” My fists clench so tight from the effort of giving her this choice. Of not just taking her. “The other might not be something you want to hear. And that’s okay. I’ll stop the moment you step forwards.” Stop speaking. Stop hoping.Neverstop wanting her. “Understand?”
I sound harsh even to my own ears.
She nods.
“Option one. I’ll arrange for you to disappear, as I promised. You have a normal life. Anything you decide to do. You’ll have money and a new identity and all the freedom you could wish for.” The benefit of being a billionaire. I can provide for my lass. “If you’re ever in trouble, you just come here and tell me, and I’ll fix it for you. Whatever it is. I’ll always be here for you.”
Because I love her with every part of me. Even the hardened and scarred bits that never thought they were capable of feeling anything again. I adore her. Now she’s come to me once and I’ve seen her like this, I couldn’t fully let her go. I’d stalk her for the rest of my days, keeping her safe from a distance if she couldn’t be with me.
She’d never know how I protected her though. I’d give her independence.
“Understand?”
“Yes,” she says and there’s no inflection. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, and that was the point wasn’t it? So she had a choice without being seduced or pressured.
She’s motionless. Too still.
But she hasn’t taken a step away. She hasn’t accepted the good, normal, sane option.
“Option two. You can stay with me, as you requested, and be mine. But Mia, know that I’m not going to be satisfied by a tepid, cautious thing. I won’t let you go once you’ve come on my cock. I’ll fill you up with my come and breed you. You’ll have gorgeous, courageous kids we’ll look after together.”
She shifts slightly and my heart wrenches. I almost take that back, and say I’ll compromise. Whatever she wants so long as she’ll be with me to some extent. But that’s not honest. I need everything, and I won’t stop until I have her rounded with my bairn. She deserves the clear decision.
“I’ll be insatiable, Mia. I’ll want to come deep inside you every day and every night. I’ll be a bossy son of a bitch, and you’ll find yourself on your back, coming as I devour your pussy like a starving man, multiple times a day.”
Her mew makes my fingers, crushed painfully into my palms, ache to reach out.Not knowing what it means is killing me.
“You can forget autonomy if you stay. I love you too much to stand by. I want to be everything in your life. I’ll tell you how to do things and be demanding.”
It’s taking all my restraint not to shove her against the wall and take her right now. Claim her.
“If you prefer a normal life and a normal husband, you should walk away, Mia. I’m obsessed already, and it’s been what? A day? I’m going to get worse.”
It doesn’t feel like a day. It feels like an epoch. Nothing will ever be the same after being with my lass. If she leaves, all the colour will bleed from my life. It’ll be reverse snow, cold and dark that sucks up light and heat.
“It hasn’t been one day,” she whispers. “It’s been a whole lifetime. We were always friends, weren’t we?” she asks, a wee bit uncertain. “You’d have helped me. You cared about me.”
“Yes.” She’s right of course. I always loved my wee pal. The funny daughter of my old friend. “But Mia, I didn’t want you like this. It’s… changed.” Such an insubstantial word for how my love for her has grown and morphed by meeting her as an adult. “I’m not going to be able to only take you for dinner once a month. I’m not going to only be your friend. I need more.
“I need you as my wife, wearing my ring. I need you overflowing with my seed. I have to have your lips soft and swollen from my kisses and your hair on my pillow. And Mia, you should know.” I take a deep breath. This could spoil everything, even if she’s willing on every other deranged and filthy condition so far. I’m a beast and she should know the depths of my sordid desires. “I want your submission too.”
She turns at that. Her face is open and wondering, a slight smile playing at her pretty pink lips. “James.”
My name in her sweet tone of acceptance nearly undoes me, but I don’t stop. I have to finish.
“I will have to have you tied down and taking my cock in your mouth or your pussy. I would come on your breasts and your face. I would mark you as mine.”
