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“Oh God,” I whimpered, my body arching up off the bed. “Please! Atticus!” I was desperate for him, desperate for him to fill me, desperate to satisfy this need for him. He slowed down, ran his hands through my hair and kissed me again.
There was no way to fight against this. There was no way to deny it. This was what I wanted. I wanted this connection. I wanted to be his and I wanted to be his Little Monster. I wanted him to own me, hurt me, love me, and fuck me.
He pulled my knees over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me slightly off the bed. The new position drove him deeper into me. “Atticus!” I cried. His breath was harsh against my lips as our kiss was more demanding. His teeth brushed against my lower lip, my body shaking as his cock stroked my G-spot.
“I love the sounds you make. Keep screaming my name, Little Monster. Keep begging. I’ve dreamed of this for years.” The pleasure in his tone was raw and savage. It was hot, the friction delicious, the pressure amazing. The way he looked at me made me melt.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breathless, my body aching for more. He captured my lips, kissing me roughly.
“So close,” he whispered.
I was on the edge, and he knew. The way his voice changed, the way he looked at me, the way he fucked me. I wanted more of him. I wanted him to touch me, to grab my hair and do unspeakable things to me.
Then all of a sudden, he pulled out of me and yanked me up before spinning me around and shoving me facedown onto the bed. My hair was pushed into my face, and I could barely see. An empty feeling settled over me. I immediately hated the loss of him, and a sad whimper escaped my lips. “Never fucking leave me again,” he snapped. “If you leave, I will find you.” He slapped my ass, sending a searing pain to travel through my senses. “If you run, I’ll catch you.” He slapped me again, this time harder. “And if you try to hide? Oh, Little Monster, I’ll check under the bed and pull you out by your neck.”
His words should have frightened me. It was an intensity—an obsession—that would make any normal girl run.
But I was thrilled. I was so incredibly turned on that I could barely breathe.
“Atticus, I need you again,” I pleaded.
“You feel that? How empty your pretty little cunt feels? How much you ache for me to continue? That’s how I feel every goddamn day of my life. I’m going to fuck you so deep and so hard…” he growled, before I felt his cock press against my entrance. “You’ll finally understand why there’s no way in hell you’ll ever get rid of me.”
I clenched my teeth together, my body stiff, as he filled me up again. He grabbed my hair and yanked it back, my breasts exposed.
I screamed into the comforter, my body writhing under his. I was completely overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and the force with which he made love to me. He continued to fuck me with his cock and his fingers, his hand moving to my ass, squeezing hard.
The pain was exquisite. The fire burned in my belly, my heart beating wildly.
“Take me from behind, Little Monster,” he murmured. “I want to see your back. I want to feel your skin on my hands, on my lips. I want to feel your heart pounding.”
He moved faster, his hips slamming up. My body was shaking from the pleasure and the desire. “Come for me, Little Monster,” he coaxed. “Come for me, now.” He slammed into me again, and I felt the pressure build. He pounded into me, and his roughness drove me over the edge. My body quivered and shook. I was screaming, screaming Atticus’s name and clawing the bedsheets. He released my hair, and I collapsed on top of the bed, but he gripped my hips and pulled me back into him, still thrusting. I felt my body shake with pleasure. I felt the wetness pool between my legs.
He groaned, his body tensing as the pleasure washed over him. He was shaking, shuddering. He held my wrists, his cock throbbing inside of me as he came.
I felt his seed fill my body, and I felt warm, safe, and protected. He kissed me, releasing my wrists and petting my body gently. “I love you, Little Monster. Don’t ever fucking leave me again.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, my body still trembling. “Don’t try to control me again.”
“It’s not that easy,” he replied. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t…I promise.” I kissed his cheek. “But you will lose me if you treat me like property. I can’t do that. I didn’t escape Lord Geralt three years ago to be owned by another. I refuse.”
He went still. “You think I’m like Lord Geralt?”
My heart thudded. I didn’t want to ruin our moment, but he needed to understand. Propping myself up, I looked deeply into his eyes. “No. You’re not. But I didn’t fight hard to overcome everything just to sit back and let you take the reins. I’ve earned the right to stand at your side, Atticus.”
He tucked my blonde hair behind my ear. “Okay,” he replied.
“Really?”
He sighed. “I can’t promise that I won’t go to great lengths to protect you. I’ve built my entire life around you, Christine. Followed you. Made your life easier. Observed you from a distance. It’s not…easy for me to give that up. But I refuse to make you feel trapped.”
“What if I want to be trapped?” I teased, kissing his heated lips. He laid us gently down on the bed, pulling the sheets over us. “Trapped under your body. Trapped on your co—”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he moaned.
I kissed his cheek. “Not a chance in hell, Atticus.”
