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I wouldn’t look away from him— I couldn’t. The darkness had a way of twisting things the daylight told me I knew. I wanted Michael, didn’t I? I’d wasted every night without him dreaming of him, touching myself to his memory, praying I’d wake up to find him next to me. All I wanted since I met him was hope— a hint that the heart I was so desperate to touch wasn’t entirely out of reach. IneededMichael, but the dark brought out a different shake.
I was scared.
But I’d never trusted anyone more in my life.
I’d never wanted anyone more in my life.
My thighs tightened, and I nodded my head. “I can handle it, Michael.”
Those eyes, those awful eyes, would be the last thing I saw before a firm grip spun me around. A grunt forced me against the wall, and his hand on my back kept me firmly in place. My body moved on his command when his foot tapped my legs, I parted my thighs to present myself entirely to the man, to the dark. A yip left my lips as a rough hand yanked my shirt up, but Michael’s grunt was the only thing I heard next. Everything froze when he laid eyes on my panty-covered ass, when I finally felt his hand on me. An impossible grip left tender flesh bruised, but as his fingers dug into my cheek, my grip on the wall kept me silent. It wasn’t until his fingers dipped lower that I finally made the sound he needed, the sound he hated.
Even through my panties he could feel how wet I was.
“Take them off.” His snarl darkened my cheeks, and my breathing hitched. That only seemed to bring another wave of anger. “Take them off or I fucking rip them off.” I couldn’t stop my body from shaking as my fingers looped around the waist band. His hand in my back kept me pressed painfully against the wall, and as the material slipped over my ass, his snarl came again. “Faster.”
Urgency slid them down my thighs; hunger kicked them to the side. His breath had stopped all together as his fingers trailed up my thighs, life only coming with the sound of his hand darkening my flesh. My body jolted with the first spank, but the whimper of pain wouldn’t slow him. His fingers trailed lower once he’d commanded my attention. Expert fingers gave me the rush I’d been needing, the warmth I’d been missing. His groan filled my head as two fingers slipped inside of me. When he removed them, when he brought them in front of my mouth and my tongue darted out to clean them, he groaned again.
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” His hiss brought a hint of embarrassment, and when his hand rested back on my waist, the hunger came again.Please.“What the fuck makes you think you’re ready to be mine when you can’t even be in the same room without creaming for me?” When his palm landed on my ass again, my entire body jerked forward. His fingers dug painfully into my side, and as he held me in place, another firm spank reddened my cheeks. “How am I supposed to fuck you when you’re already ready to cum?”
I wanted to be embarrassed. I wanted to cry out, to try to take charge, but when his fingers were in my pussy again, I turned into something different. A slow, steady pace rubbed at my clit, and when I tried to shift, his grip kept me in place. I was moaning for him already. “I want you.” His fingers dipped inside me again, stretched me for his stiff cock. “Please, Michael. I need you.”
When his fingers pulled out of me, when his palm slammed back against my ass, I almost cried out. Those marks would stain my skin all week. The memories would stain my skin for the rest of my life.
“Wrong fucking answer.” A cry left my lips when his hand moved to wrap around my throat. A rough tug pulled me back into him, brought his lips to my ear, and I clawed uselessly for freedom. “What makes you think you can take my cock?” Another spank brought a sharp yip from my lips, slammed my eyes shut.
“No. I want you to make me yours.” Another spank, another prickle of pain, another needing mewl for his love. “Please, Michael.”
A snarl spun me back around, but my back wouldn’t be on the wall for long. When his lips landed on me, I was certain he could taste my excitement on my tongue— the need he’d been teasing for years. My arms wrapped around his neck as his fingers dug into my ass. A trained body lifted me, and as he slammed me down on the bed, his lips never left me. Michael’s hand moved to my hip, and in one final attempt to push me too far, his cock ground painfully against my excitement. When he pulled away, when his grin pressed against my skin, I wondered if he knew the truth.
I’d always been his.
Somehow, we were always meant to be.
Rough hands tugged the nightshirt over my head, and before my body could relax back against the mattress, my nipple was between his teeth. His tongue flicked playfully over my every need, kissing my breasts only when my moans grew too loud for him. His groans vibrating against my skin brought another series of whimpers from my chest, but the sound I needed most wouldn’t come until I tried to urge him back up to my lips. I wanted to taste him again, but that reminder only pushed him further. His snarl filled the air as he pinned my wrists above my head.
“Don’t fucking move,” he hissed. “Show me you can be a good girl.”
He would only watch me for a second, only long enough to know that I understood. His hand remained clamped around my wrists, and from within the dark, all I could hear was the sound of his zipper, the grunt of his excitement. Reality didn’t sink in until I felt his head teasing along my slit. I was about to lose everything to him, about to give everything to him, and my stomach knotted.
What if he left again?
What if he’d never love me the way I loved him?
What if I wasn’t good enough?
“Michael, wait.”
“I’m done waiting.” His cock teased along my slit again, his body lower over me so his lips could brush my ear. “I’ve waited too long for this tight pussy.”
His lips on mine were the only thing to block the grunt of pain. There was no care as he slammed into me, no time for me to adjust as his cock filled me completely. There was no room for anything but this animal. My body was his to take, his to mark forever, and his snarls told me he could feel it. A few strokes was all it would take to have the pleasure overwrite the pain, and I was twisting under him all over again. His pace slowed with every needy roll of my hips, his grin lighting up the dark with every gentle mewl for more. It wasn’t until my body shivered that he seemed to change, that this thing took control. He slammed into me again, and when his hand landed back around my throat, the wave of pleasure darkened my vision.
“Fuck.” His hiss tightened my thighs around him, pulled out another moan of pleasure. “You take my cock so perfectly.” The reminder sent another shiver through my body, another knot in my stomach. “Fuck, you fit so perfectly.”
“Michael.”
“You’re mine.” When everything tightened, my vision washed. His chuckle filled my head and this time, I wasn’t anywhere near embarrassed. He deserved to know how good he made me feel, how hard he’d always been able to make me cum. “Are you cumming already?” When a moan was the only answer I could give, he straightened up. Lifting my calf onto his shoulder forced him deeper inside of me, and as he pounded into me, I felt myself lose it completely. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
