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“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again. Even then, I’ll plead with you as I bleed out to keep it on until I’m dead and can’t see you without it. I’m that fucking serious. Do you understand me?”
Perfectly.
He made me his personal prisoner. He cuffed me to a bed in his basement. He took his gun out and told me to get to my knees, keeping it in his hand the entire time I sucked his dick before admitting that it was empty.
He killed Carter for me, and he’s admitted that Carter wasn’t the only one.
He did everything to show me that he was a bad man—or, at least, that Burns saw himself that way…
I stick my finger in front of him. As he readily shoves the wedding band on my finger, I can’t help but grin.
It didn’t work.
The golden band is a perfect fit. I twist my hand, watching the light play off of the metal.
“You told my mom I was your fiancee. Same with all those people in the restaurant. I wouldn’t want to make a liar out of you, Burns.”
“Mason,” he says.
Uh-uh. Not right now, he isn’t.
Of course, that’s easily remedied.
Wearing his ring, I climb back on the bed. Even though I already milked him, his cock is semi-hard.
Eh. Good enough.
Throwing my leg over his lap, I use my left hand to grab his cock—already thickening, as though expecting what’s going to come next—and insert him back into my pussy. Then, once he’s as seated as he can be, I drop all the way down, connecting our bodies completely so that he can’t slip out.
I wrap my hands around his throat. Every time he’s done that to me, it was a struggle not to cream my panties then and there. I always thought it was because I was broken.
Nope. I just needed an obsessed male who understood how to give me what I need.
I need…
“Mason,” I purr.
He bucks up inside of me. As I squeal in delight, he dips his head. My tattoo is completely healed otherwise it would hurt like hell when he digs his teeth into the mark he branded on my skin.
God, that feels fucking amazing.
He lathes his bite mark, paying special attention to my tattoo. I know why. Not only was it his way of fulfilling one of my darkest fantasies, but it’s physical proof that I belong to him. I could take the ring off as easily as he slid it on. Not the ink.
I belong to Mason Burns.
Just like I always wanted.
As I slowly begin to ride him again, this time intent on getting some pleasure of my own, I caress his neck, then bury my fingers in his sweat-dampened dark hair. A bit of a wicked tease comes over me as he mutters my name, grinding his groin against mine.
“Mason, baby?”
He grunts. “Yes, angel?”
“What about the true story?”
“You mean how I read your journal, discovered you were just as obsessed with me, so I fulfilled every one of your very…descriptive…fantasies to make you mine forever?”
It’s not like I can deny it. The evidence is all in the journal he stole from my bedroom. “That’s right.”
He parts his lips. Taking the invitation for what it is, I kiss him with all the passion that I forced myself to hide. When I finally had what I wanted, I didn’t want to scare him off.
I wanted to be his angel—and I am.
Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, still moving his hips with a determination to make me take every inch of him. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“You were right all along, Mason.” I grin. He’s still inside of me, and I hope he never leaves. “No one has to know.”
