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Rush.
“My sweet little dahlia. Seven years is too damn long to go without being inside you,” I growl, palming my hard cock through my jeans.
I’ve been desperate for her tight cunt for far too long. No other pussy lived up to hers. Never could and never will. I did always lack having any chill when it came to Tara. I can’t control myself when she’s near. She creates a depraved chaos inside me, a chaos that wants to claw its way out of my chest and latch onto her forever. If I have my way, I’ll keep her wrapped up tight and under my thumb for that long.
The moment I saw her for the first time in the school hallway stuffing books into her locker in a hurry, hair in a messy ponytail, wearing high-waisted jeans showing off the beautiful curves she was already growing into, I knew she’d be mine.
I knew there was no way she’d escape me.
I had to have her.
I carefully watched her for weeks before I made my move, calculating every step in my plan. My obsession with her knew no bounds. I even went through the trouble of having my parents convince her parents that I was the man she needed to marry. They wanted an arranged marriage so badly, which is why she was afraid to date me and catch feelings in the first place. So why not let them have one that she’d willingly go into where they could benefit greatly? They cared so much about that stupid little restaurant that they were willing to sacrifice their only daughter to save it.
After our parents were on board, I knew she was going to be mine forever. I was possessed with knowing her every move. I was late for every class, but my last name got me out of trouble every time—no one wanted to punish the star quarterback who had the principal under his thumb. Sweet, sassy little Tara thought the captain of the football team didn’t even know she existed. But she was oh so wrong. No one existed except her. She was the center of my world and she didn’t even know it.
She still is.
She’s mine.
Tara Mangal belongs to me.
She’s always belonged to me. Even when I was away, she never truly got rid of me. I’ve been plotting my return to her.
I didn’t meticulously plan to get her back, just for her to end up in some other man’s bed while I was away. Rage fills my bones at the thought of anyone else touching my property, my pussy, my gorgeous girl. She knows who she belongs to. She must have been missing me badly if she had to seek comfort with other people while I was away.
I loathe the thought of her sleeping around with other men, with her willingly giving away that sweet surprise between her legs, but I couldn’t stop her before I was ready. The timing had to be just right. My skin crawled at every man she smiled at, every man she touched. Especially that prick she’s supposedly married to. The idiot didn’t even think twice about giving her up. I’d never willingly let her go. They will have to pry my cold, dead body off her to get rid of me.
As much as it pained me, I left her in that hospital bed, but I never kept her out of my sight. I’ve been watching her every day since. Whether it was me or someone I paid to watch her for me, I always had eyes on my girl.
I lost control that night. Our fun little game wasn’t supposed to go that far. We were playing around like usual, where she would dress like a slut in front of my friends, and I would punish her afterward for it. It was one of her favorite games; I just knew it. But that night, my friend’s eyes on her body set me off. Maybe it was how short the dress was this time or how tightly it was clinging to her skin, but I didn’t like it. Their greedy eyes lingered on what was mine for too long. And she fucking let them. She let them imagine what only I got to see, what was mine and mine alone. The thought of anyone else seeing her like that was a punch to the gut, and it sent me over the edge. My limbs were blazing with fire and rage. She wouldn’t disrespect me like that again, I wouldn’t allow it. She doesn’t get to act like a slut and expect me not to punish her for it. Unfortunately, my rage blinded me to the point that I miscalculated my approach to the game. I gave her too much of her favorite substance—way more than usual. If she had died, I wouldn’t have my little dahlia to play with and destroy the way I please. And I hate myself for that.
I freaked out that night. It was the first and only time I admitted I messed up. I had no choice but to go to my father. He suggested we wait it out. We needed to be patient; my father wasn’t about to risk tarnishing the family name. We waited to see what she would do and for the police to come knocking on our door. He forced me to lay low for as long as we needed for it to blow over. We hoped that if I “left," she’d forget about it and move on, even though that was the last thing I wanted. I knew she needed me, and I wasn’t willing to give her away.
We were right, though. She tried moving on.
But I know she never really forgot about me. I know she still thinks about me daily, wondering all the what-ifs of if we stayed together. What we had was special and unforgettable. She can’t escape me, even if she tries.
These last seven years have been hell. It’s been agony not to say fuck it to my plans and bring her back to me sooner. I’ve had to watch her bring men home and fuck them every which way. I had to watch them fall for her, thinking she’d do the same in return, but my sweet dahlia will only ever love me.
I hope Tara’s pussy was worth their lives because none of them lived after touching her. Sometimes it would take me longer to kill them, but they always paid the consequence—even that Brett fucker whom she kept around way longer than needed. Tara made it easier for me to get away with it. My girl knew she’d never get close to anyone but me. So the moment she was done with them, she tossed them out and never looked back. She just assumed they understood she didn’t do clingy relationships, but what she didn’t realize was that they couldn’t call back if they were dead.
What she didn’t know is that I was able to watch her through the cameras I put in her dingy West Side apartment, that I always had people on her tail when I couldn’t watch myself. But that plan was fucked when she went and married Marnix Taylor. My skin crawls at the thought of that smug asshole sticking his cock in Tara’s sweet pussy. I’ve seen his billboards, stalked his arrogant ass, and he’s definitely compensating for a small pencil dick.
Poor Tara couldn’t have been satisfied by anyone else when she’s had me before.
Shit, I’ll never forget the way her eyes lit up in shock the first time she saw my cock underneath the bleachers after practice my senior year.
Her mouth dropsopen as soon as I pull the waistband of my pants down, revealing my aching erection. “Z-Zay...Oh my.”She’s fucking speechless. Just like I knew she would be.
“Have you seen one before, baby?” I ask, stroking my length. She makes me so fucking hard; she doesn’t even realize how bad it hurts for her.
She doesn’t look up, just stares widely in shock at my movements, shaking her head. Pride swells in my chest knowing I get to be the one to break her in, to give her all these firsts. Damn, if she lets me, I’ll fuck her right here under the cold, hard metal. It’s not romantic and not any teenage girl's dream, but I don’t give a shit right now. I need to be inside her.
I’ve wanted her since I first locked my gaze on her bright green eyes. So hypnotizing. So gorgeous. So mine. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long without taking her the way I want.
As much as I want to bury myself in her, I have to take it slow. I don’t want to spook her.
Yet.
