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“Do you love me?” The intensity of his question nearly burned through my soul as tears rolled down my face. I nodded slowly, my heart brimming with adoration for him. His arms tightened around me, and he kissed my neck before speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. “Then promise me, Little Monster. Promise me you’ll leave if it ever comes down to it.”
I stood up. “I’m not promising you shit, Atticus. Because this is ridiculous.”
He scrambled to stand up, and I pushed his chest hard and started storming off, but before I could get very far, he picked me up and tossed me back on the sand. “Promise me,” he growled.
“No,” I spat. I shoved Atticus in the chest again and sneered, my fury barely contained. “You don’t get to demand anything of me,” I seethed.
He held me down, his strength overpowering my own. His face was eerily close to mine, his eyes smoldering with desire and rage. “Promise me,” he growled again.
My eyes narrowed as I glared up at him, unwilling to back down. “Never,” I spat.
In one swift movement, he positioned himself between my thighs, desire radiating from every pore of his body. A growl rumbled from his lips as his hands curled around my hips, pulling me tightly against him. “Say it.”
His touch sent explosions of pleasure tearing through my veins, making it more and more difficult to push him away. I shook my head frantically and bit back a sob, my body vibrating beneath him. “No!” I cried out.
He silenced my protests by pressing an urgent kiss to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His teeth grazed against my skin as he moved his lips around my throat and collarbone, sending ripples of pleasure through me. “Say it,” he demanded again between fervent kisses. He took off his pants and tossed them to the side.
My eyes fluttered closed as I gave in to the pleasure, seeking solace in the way he touched me. My hands ran through his hair as I yelled out in protest, wanting him to claim me the way he wanted to. “Please, Atticus…don’t do this,” I begged breathlessly as he settled between my thighs.
“Say it,” he commanded again as his thumb ran circles around my swollen clit, massaging it gently into submission.
I shook my head fervently as a moan escaped my lips, my body betraying me with its desperate craving for him. “No!” I cried out again as his length filled me completely, pushing himself deeper into my core with every thrust of his hips.
He roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and bit down on my shoulder harshly before pulling away and growling in my ear, “Say it!”
His thrusts were relentless, his grip on me tightening as I screamed hoarsely, my head spinning and my eyes closing. My heart was thundering in my chest as I felt his lips press against my neck and heard him whisper my name.
“Atticus,” I muttered.
“Tell me you’ll run away,” he gritted out.
“I’ll run,” I panted.
“Promise me.”
“I promise I’ll run away,” I breathed heavily.
“You’re mine,” he snarled, his lips still hovering around the crook of my neck. “Mine to keep safe. Mine to defend.”
“It’s not your job to protect me, Atticus.”
His movements were wild, his hips colliding with mine as I felt the sensation take over me, and my limbs shook uncontrollably. My grip on him tightened as I clawed at his back, the pain giving way to the pleasure that shot through me like electricity. He bit down on the tender skin of my neck, a guttural scream erupting from him. “It has always been my job to protect you,” he growled. “You are so fucking captivating. So fucking perfect.”
A moan of ecstasy escaped my mouth as I shuddered and my walls clenched around him. He moved with me, grunting as his own orgasm drove him wild. A sudden surge of pleasure and emotion coursed through me. My tears mixed with sweat from his forehead as my mouth found his.
He stayed inside me, our breathing gradually slowing down as we lay in the sand. I ran my fingers through his hair and felt the sand chill my skin. His soft lips caressed my neck as he murmured, “I love you.” My body tensed at the same time as my heart filled, and I returned his sentiment without hesitation.
Anxiety filled my chest. Atticus’s rules were still hanging over us like a guillotine. He lay next to me in the sand, our eyes searching the clouds.
“Atticus?” I whispered.
“Yeah, Little Monster.”
My voice quivered with fury as I spat out my words, “I lied.” His eyes widened in shock, but before he could utter a response, my fist connected with the side of his temple. He groaned, eyes unfocused, and I felt a pang of regret when I saw his sticky cum still between my legs.
He was not going to leave me—not today. If I had to tie him up, that’s what I would do. Every breath I took was jagged and strained as the raging fire burned within my veins. He hadn’t trusted me, he had tried to abandon me, and worst of all, he had brought me here to say goodbye. All these emotions boiled within me, and all I wanted was to take my fingernails and claw at his face until it bled. My lips trembled as my tears threatened to fall, yet determination filled me—he deserved it for how he had wronged me.
I stood there, rage and sorrow clouding my eyes. “I’m going to keep you safe, Atticus,” my voice threatened. “And make you regret trying to leave.”
