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My fingers slide into her scalp, and I fist her hair, yanking her head back. “I can’t lose you. I’m a dangerous man, Anissa. A very fuckin’ sinful man, but for you, I’ll try to be good. I’ll fuckin’ be anything you want. Just don’t leave me. Before you, I was dead inside, walking around this world as a shell. A big part of me wished I would just die because all I saw was darkness. Then I met you. I don’t want to be at your mercy. You have any idea how fucked up it is to be obsessed with the daughter of the person who cast you into darkness? Your mother destroyed my soul, but I’m giving you my heart. I need you, Slugger. I need you like I need air. You can’t leave me because you’d fuckin’ destroy me and there’d be no putting me back together again.”
She doesn’t answer me, and I feel my desperation rise until I’m drowning in it. I don’t know what I’d do if she ever tried to leave.
I bite into her shoulder and break skin. She screams and my cock hardens in her drenched cunt. I draw her blood into my mouth and relish the metallic taste. I want to consume her, own every part of her, have her wrapped up in me the way I’ve become wrapped up in her. I twist one perfect nipple between my fingers, pulling her big round tits away from her body. I love her softness, how round and perfect she is—my personal Botticelli painting in the flesh.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” Her pussy contracts, and I know she’s on the verge of coming. “I want you to come all over me, baby. All over. Give me all your cream. Drench me like a good girl.”
Anissa’s head falls back on my shoulder, and she screams as she comes with wild abandon. I feel her pull at my cock, milking me, but I don’t want my cum in her pussy, not this time. I grab her by the waist and push her to the ground. She lands on her knees and stares up at me with hooded eyes and a soft smile.
“There’s nothing prettier on this earth than you.” I fist my cock in my hand and send ropes of cum all over her face before smearing it in her skin like face cream.
“You’re mine, Anissa. Mine.”
She peers up at me. “Only if you tell me everything. I can’t be yours when you force me into the dark. If you want me, I have to be a partner, not a possession. If I choose to be yours, you’ll have to be mine, and in order to be mine, you have to give me honesty. I’ve lived my whole life being lied to. It’s time someone loved me enough to tell me the truth.”
I fall to the ground beside her and take her lips with mine. The kiss is soft. It’s gentle. It’s a kiss that holds a promise—the promise of forever. I press my forehead to her and gather her in my arms. “Okay. I’ll tell you everything, but it’s getting cold, and I don’t want you out here wearing just a t-shirt.”
I get up and offer her my hand, which she takes. “Hop on.”
“What?”
“You’re not wearing shoes. There’s no way I’m letting you walk back barefoot. Get on my back.”
“Finn, you’ve got to be joking. I weigh almost two hundred pounds.”
“Get on my back.”
Anissa stares at me without any attempt to do as she’s told. I turn around and lift her, throwing her over my shoulder. “You’re so fuckin’ infuriating. Will you ever listen?”
“I listen to you.”
“Yeah? When?”
“During sex.”
Chapter Eleven
ANISSA
As soon as we get to the house, Finn feeds me. No conversation, nothing. We stand there and watch the cleaners do their job as we eat a sandwich on the sofa in silence. It’s rather odd that Finn says nothing around other people, and they don’t expect him to. My entire body is humming as I wait for the men to leave so that we’re alone again.
“Alright, Finn, looks like we’re all set.”
Finn doesn’t say anything. He just nods his head and closes the door behind his guests.
We wait until the cleaners have all gone home. A job well done. You wouldn’t even know a man was shot to death in the living room.
“Why don’t you talk to anyone?”
“What?
“The whole time we were here with those men, you didn’t say a word.”
“I don’t trust people.”
“Why do you talk so much around me?”
“I don’t consider you people.”
“What am I then?”
“Mine.”
That word again. Mine. Finn uses it so liberally when it comes to me. A part of me finds it exhilarating, while another part wants to run fast every time I hear it. My emotions for Finn are confusing at best. “Why don’t you trust people.”
