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“You’re mine, forever. Do you understand that?” he rasped, catching my face in his hands. “Tell me you do, Wintergreen, or I’ll keep fucking you until you agree to it.”
I laughed, a sound that turned to a half sob as tears ran down my face. “Why am I crying?” I whispered in a shaky voice that sounded nothing like mine.
“Because you are a beautiful sweet creature forced into a life too hard for who you are.” His hand pressed over my heart that throbbed for him.
I frowned, my pussy aching as he moved like he might rise. I slammed my hands on his ass, desperate to keep him inside me, filled. “Don’t you dare move. Wait. How do you know who I am?”
He braced his forearms above my head, looking down at me with the sort of possession I dreamed about in my worst nightmares. The inescapable sort, because not only would this man kill for me, he would kill me if he felt he had to. My legs trembled as I shook around him.
“Because I watched you. You’ve strained against this cage your father built for you, a shitty prison designed for a mafia princess, but you, my beautiful creature, are just a princess, forced into a mafia life. I know what happens to women like you. They turn into people like my mother, twisted and damaged and so motherfucking wrong. I won’t let that happen to you, Wintergreen.”
I blinked at him. “Okay.”
He smiled and it lit his face, even the sliced, scarred side. “Okay?”
I let the tears fall, but no longer sobbed. “Am I trading one cage for another?”
He frowned. “What do you want you didn’t have? Freedom? It’s yours. Walk from me now, if you want. But believe me when I tell you you’ll never be alone, and I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
Something dark and hot built in my chest. “And if I stay?”
He held me fiercely to his chest, rocking us both as he peppered my face with kisses. “You’ll want for nothing and no one will ever treat you wrong or hurt you.” He paused and thought for a moment. “Except maybe me.”
I hiccup-giggled, all the emotions blowing out of me at once. “My art?”
“Make whatever you like,” he promised me, finding my mouth in a deep, hard kiss I felt to my core. I pulsed around him as his cock hardened inside me again. “But I get to take what I like too, you understand me?” He rocked his hips forward, his possessive hold claiming me even as I claimed him. “Even if you’re sore, you take me, and I’ll reward you with all the pleasure you can handle.”
“And...lo–” I closed my eyes, more tears leaking out.
I couldn’t say the word, let alone feel it. Could I? My father had been an absent parent, and I never knew my mother. He killed her when I was a baby for not yielding sons. A wonderful upbringing. I didn’t know love.
His hands framed my face as he began to move slowly within me, careful of my tender body, stretching me as he thickened impossibly until my sobs and moans and hiccups merged into a cacophony of wanton sound.
“You don’t know I love you? For the weeks I watched you, when I intended to end your life...beautiful girl. I saw so much in you to adore, to free. But only if you’re mine,” he whispered.
It took my mind a few moments to catch up. “You...love me?” I whispered brokenly.
A small pulse of pleasure tore over me, obliterating my vision of him. When my sight cleared, still sparking at the edges, I trembled in his arms as he smiled down at me tenderly.
“I love you,” he murmured. “I’ll kill for you, care for you. Until the day you don’t want me.”
“And then you’ll stalk me,” I giggled, high on a heady dose of euphoria.
“Then I’ll stalk you,” he agreed.
“What if I can’t say the same back?”
His face darkened. “You don’t know how it feels?”
I shrugged. “I’ve never had anyone love me, or know how to love.” Not so much as a pet.
He kissed me as slow as he fucked me, long, languorous strokes of his tongue gliding along mine. “Would you kill me if I gave you a knife or a gun now?”
I stared at him and shook my head. Pressure built in my throat and I tried to swallow past it but couldn’t. “No,” I forced out.
He nodded thoughtfully, rocking us gently amidst the catastrophe of bodies and broken bedding. “Your heart, would it hurt if I walked away from you right now?” He leaned back, his arms loosening as though he would withdraw, his face closed.
My chest clamped down, and my breath stalled. “No!” I gasped. I locked my legs around his waist. “Don’t- don’t–” I shouldn’t have asked him. I should have just gone with whatever he said–
