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“Yes.” He spoke without turning.
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Are you saying that you love me, princess?”
“I don’t know, but it feels like it.”
He paused, and I didn’t think he would speak until he said, “Love is just another word for obsession. Your mind confuses you into believing that you love that person when all you really desire is to possess them.”
“Then, do you want to possess me?”
“You don’t want me to answer that.” There was madness in his words. It felt as though behind his eyes, there was a beast restless and ready to devour me.
“Yes, I do,” I said.
Fin brought my chin up with his hand and slipped his thumb into my mouth. I sucked to taste the saltiness of his skin before he pulled it out and kissed me. The kiss was rougher than the one we shared before we left for the gardens. I couldn’t predict his movements and everything left me dizzy. I let out a yelp when he bit down on my bottom lip, hard enough for me to taste blood.
“I want you to only want me. I want to trap you inside of my room and I want to have my way with you every day. You won’t make a sound unless I say so. You won’t breathe unless I tell you to. You would be my personal Barbie doll to fuck whenever I want.”
I wanted that. It scared me how much I wanted that.
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and licked my bottom lip slowly, making sure he focused on my movements. “That sounds like love to me.”
A chilling, guttural laughter, like a demon’s howl, cut through the heavy air and sent shivers down my spine.
“My little asylum darlin.” He stopped laughing and titled his head sideways, looking at me as though he saw me for the first time. “If I were to ever fall in love, I think I would fall in love with you.”
Chapter7
Fin
One Month Later
This last month has been the best month of my life. I couldn’t wrap my mind around how alluring everything around me seemed. The light reflected off the flowers in the bushes and the birds chirped as they flew in circles above me. Everything was dangerously peaceful and breathtaking; the view was beautiful.
But the only view that caught my attention was the way Barbie looked with her mouth wrapped around my cock in a permanent O shape. Tears leaked from her eyes as she tried to take in all of me. I wanted her to take me deeper. I wanted to hit the back of her throat again and again, but I also wanted to see her struggle. The way she tried harder to please me when she failed at doing something…I wanted to see what she would do now.
She pulled me out of her mouth and began licking the side of my cock, her tongue grazing against my bulging veins. I wanted to go back into her mouth, but when she swirled the head of my cock with her tongue, I tipped my head back and saw stars.
“How’s that?” she asked, a silly smile plastered on her face.
She craved my praise and yearned for my validation. She kept her hair perfectly styled, her blonde locks pulled back in a high ponytail that showcased her sharp cheekbones and delicate features. But as I looked closer, I saw the dark lines of mascara running down her cheeks, the telltale sign of tears shed in both pleasure and pain. The thought of causing those tears with every hard thrust of my cock only made me want her more. She was mine to dominate, mine to break, and I reveled in being the source of her pleasure and pain.
“So fucking good, princess,” I said, cupping the side of her cheek and leading myself back into her mouth. “Drink up for me.”
I held the side of her head and pounded ferociously into her mouth. She trembled and groaned against me, and tears pooled at the corners of her eyes once more, but I ignored them. Ignored everything but the building pleasure before releasing myself into her. She pulled back, gasping, and I brought my hand to my cock and pumped, one, two, three times before letting out the rest of my cum on her face.
I liked seeing her this way, perfectly fucked and begging for more.
“Fin, what’s wrong?” she asked as she stared up with her doe eyes.
“Just thinking.”
Her sweet lips pulled into a smile. “About?”
“How I hated my name until I heard you say it.”
That earned me a blush on her sweet cheeks. She sat with her ass to the ground, her chin up, eyes on me. I engraved her into my brain, forcing myself to never forget this image of her. She licked her lip, taking in some of my seed with the sudden swipe. If I could, I would make her drink a glass of it daily, but that wasn’t possible. I cleaned her up, and we started down our daily ritual whenever we were together.
