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She tried but failed as I snatched away her innocence. Her posture went limp against me as she moaned my name, and I pulsed inside her, filling her up with every drop of my seed. I released the blade, letting it clatter to the floor before I claimed her lips.
Chapter6
Barbie
My body felt utterly and completely spent. I was sore in all the right places and my body trembled from extreme doses of euphoria.Finley did this to me, made me feel this kind of high that only came when engulfed in pleasure. I couldn’t help the way my mind flashed through the last few hours; the way he felt inside of me—hard and rough.
Even without knowing about sex, I knew he would embrace me like that. I wanted to be taken like that. When I was younger, I used to sneak and watch rough sex porn videos. The ones where the men would pound into the women from behind. I wondered what that felt like. Even when I masturbated, I never got to the sort of climax etched on those women's faces.
Until today.
I never thought that I could come over and over again.But it wasn’t just the sex that made me feel so incredible, it was the way he made me feel safe in his arms, even with the knife cutting into my skin with each thrust of his cock. He made me feel as though the world couldn’t touch me as long as he was holding me. I wasn’t scared of losing my virginity to my brother. If anything, I felt as though I was a willing sacrificial lamb and he was the wolf.
“Come on princess, we have to go.” Fin’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. His voice was deep and groggy, and I wanted to listen to it forever.
We lay tangled in each other on the floor, and I turned my head upwards to get a better look at his face, only to find that he was already watching me. A spark went off in me as images of him over me came flooding back. Sweat covered his brow and glistened on his chest. I watched as his chest rose and fell with a rhythmic beat.
“There’s not a chance of us staying here without getting caught?” I asked, hopeful and not wanting to move from this spot.
“You’re starting to sound like me.” He grabbed my chin and carefully pulled his lips to mine.
I let out a soft moan, my sore lips taking in the feel of his. When he pulled away, I groaned in displeasure.
“I don’t want you to go to bed hungry.”
Murdoch dished out dinner twice for the patients. The first time was around four p.m., accommodating those who preferred to eat earlier. They served another round at seven p.m. for people who wanted to eat later.
He was right, though. I missed lunch, too busy drawing and dreaming about him. He didn’t say much else as he stood up and got dressed. I started gathering my clothes and realized I didn’t have my panties.
“These are mine.”
I swirled around to find him dangling my panties from his fingers before placing them in his pocket. His smile was devilish but his tone carried promised. What was he planning to do with my panties? And why was that hot?
I imagined him alone in his room, jerking off while sniffing them, and I felt my face heat.
“Barbie?” he asked, his brow quirked up.
It felt a little weird not having underwear on, but I liked it. It was new and exciting; I realized I was experiencing a lot of new things with Fin and I wanted to experience more. When we were finally decent, he reached out his hand and without hesitation, I grabbed it.
His stare darkened as he watched our hands connect. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but his intense gaze made me even more curious.
“You are mine.” He said each word carefully, as though he wanted to make sure I understood what he meant.
I did.
I think from the very first moment he held my hand all those years ago, I knew I would be his forever.
“I’m yours,” I choked out, and that earned me a smile.
“I’m not done with you yet. We are going to the gardens.”
* * *
The gardens were filled with all kinds of colorful flowers I’ve only ever seen on TV. We walked past a rose bush and without thinking, I reached out to touch one, but Finley took hold of my hand before I made the contact.
“Don’t touch it. The thorns will mark you.”
I thought back to a few hours ago when he marked my skin with his knife, and I turned my head away from his stare. I heard a soft chuckle behind me before he pulled me farther into the gardens.When I first arrived at Murdoch Home, I didn’t feel as though I would ever belong. I just needed to get away from my adoptive family, from that house.But now, walking side by side with Finley through the gardens, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
