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“Well, you’ve seen me. How about you go fuck off now? I could surely go another seven years and not give a single fuck if I ever had you again. On another thought, make that a lifetime. Yeah, a lifetime would be good. Let’s try it out,” she growls.
I can’t help but smile.
The sass on this woman.
We’re picking up right where we left off. All we are missing are those precious tears I love to lick while I pound into her. We’ll get there, though.
She lost her damn mind when that idiot husband of hers left and I got her back here. The shock coursed through her body, filling her with tension, but she didn’t stop me. She didn’t tell him the truth. She let him let her go, because she knows she wants to be with me instead.
Don’t worry, those pretty green eyes will rain for me again soon.
I adjust my hard dick as I watch her squirm against the restraints. She looks so damn beautiful tied naked to my bed. Her arms are in a Y above her head, leaving her legs free. It’s sexy as hell when she fights and kicks like she can actually get away from me.
I stripped her out of her clothes as soon as we got home and threw them in the fireplace, leaving her bare just for me. I didn’t want any reminder of her old life as I reclaimed her as my own.
She fought—fuck, she fought. Even with my knife digging into her skin, she fought. She’s strong like that. She even let her parents believe she was leaving with me willingly, like the good little whore she is. But her fight just wasn’t enough. Now I have her right where I want her.
My girl is finally back in my bed. Her black hair is a sweaty mess over her face, and her angry green eyes peek through the dark strands as she kicks her legs and twists her body, trying to free herself. I can see the terror in her eyes no matter how hard she tries to hide it. She might act tough, but I know how fragile she is deep down. I made her that way, and only I can bring it back.
She’s mine again. “Oh, dahlia, the things your words do to me,” I purr as I move to straddle her.
In a quick movement, her feet come up—one coming for my dick, the other aiming right at my face. My hand grips her ankle, stopping her from hitting my face. I don’t have much luck with the other as her foot slams into my crotch.
Fire erupts in my balls, licking all the way up my spine. As much as I have the urge to cradle them, I have the desire to punish her more. My other hand grabs the foot that just assaulted me. With both of her legs under my control, I force them to the bed and climb on top of her, maneuvering my legs on top of hers so she can’t move.
A smile of satisfaction splits her face. Leaning down, I get so close to her that my lips brush against hers when I talk. “I wouldn’t be too proud, dahlia. You might have hurt me, but you didn’t disarm me. I’m still here. You’re still mine, my little slut. I’ll make sure you remember that.” I know she loves it when I call her a whore and a slut. When I’m rough with her. She gets turned on by it almost as much as I do.
“You can’t hurt me anymore. You did that seven years ago. I’m a fucking steel trap now. I’m stronger than the weak, naive girl you left behind to die. The girl you were slowly killing while I was very much alive.”
I can see deep in those light eyes that she doesn't wholly believe the words coming out of her mouth. A front is all this is. She’s scared of me. Scared of exactly what I’ll do to her.
“I’m not here to hurt you, my favorite girl. I’d never do anything you didn’t want. If I remember correctly, you’re the one that hurt me. You took away the one thing I loved as much as you.”
Her body stills. “How do you know about that?”
“I know everything about you, dahlia. You can’t hide anything from me.”
Her face scrunches like the memories cause her physical pain.I’ve felt the same way for seven years, and it’s all your fault. You did this to us.
“Quit lying to yourself, Zayan. You didn’t want that, just like you don’treallywant me. You want the idea of me. You like the chase. The fight. That’s all this is to you.”
“Don’t act like you don’t get off on the fight, whore.” My body lies flat on hers, letting my jean-covered cock dig into her stomach. “Feel that, dahlia? That’s what you fucking do to me. I love you just as much as my dick does. He never forgot what it felt like to be pounding into your perfect little cunt.”
She gulps, her face twisting in disgust. “Get off me, you fucking psycho. Can’t you tell when you’re not wanted? Can’t you tell how fucking happy I was to have you out of my life?”
Her words say one thing, but her body says another. Her eyes are clouded with lust, her perky tits bounce up and down as her chest rises rapidly, and her body squirms underneath me begging for more. She enjoys the fight; she enjoys this. If I reach between those silky thighs, I know I’d find her soaking my sheets. After I broke her in at the beginning of our sexual relationship and took her as my own, we’ve played this game—our sexual fantasies colliding.
“Our favorite game. Mmm, tell me how much you don’t want me, baby.”
“This isn’t a game.”Of course it is.I enjoy the power, and she enjoys the exhilaration. That’s why we’re perfect for one another.
Reaching between our bodies, I undo my pants and free my heavy, aching cock. Warmth fills my balls as my length slaps against her body. The sight of my cock on her skin almost makes me erupt right here. Fuck, it’s been too long without her.
Shifting to my knees, I scoot back a little, putting all my weight on her legs. This gives me the perfect view of her soft, pink pussy—the one I’ve been yearning after for seven years. The one I’ve been obsessed with since I was eighteen.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper.
A strained gasp escapes Tara’s throat. “Zayan, no. Please don’t. Don’t do this.” My eyes stray from her pussy to meet her frantic gaze as I stroke myself. The sound of her broken voice turns me on even more.
