Gasping, she sagged back, eyes glazed, lips swollen. She was a drug, and I was addicted. My cock throbbed. I couldn’t wait anymore. I unzipped my pants and freed myself, thick veins standing out. Her eyes widened. I loomed over her, my hand fastening on her throat.
“Take it,” I ordered. I wanted her to taste me.
She leaned forward, lips closing around my tip—hot, wet, heaven. I should protect her, not destroy her. But fuck, I couldn’t stop. My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her still as I thrust forward, hard, unyielding, deep into her throat. She gagged, a choked gasp spilling out, and it only made me wilder. She looked so fucking hot taking me—lips stretched, eyes wet. My thrusts grew brutal, her nails digging into my thighs as she braced herself. I growled.
“Deeper, Daisy. I want you to feel all of me.”
Her eyes met mine, wide, shining, full of devotion. My mind shattered. She made me weak. She made me sick. And I loved it.
“Enough,” I snarled, yanking free. Her breath came ragged, her lips slick and swollen from me. I needed to mark her.
She was going to be mine forever. My hand wrapped around my cock, heavy and pulsing. Her face—sweaty, flushed, lips ruined from my use—was a sight that undid me. I stroked myself fast and hard, eyes locked on every detail: her breasts rising with her breath, sweat sliding down between them.
“Look at me,” I commanded. She obeyed. My breath tore from my chest, ragged and uneven. Release ripped through me, hot streams spilling across her face—coating her cheeks, her lips, sliding down her neck and breasts. I dragged my fingers through the mess, smearing it over her skin, marking her, claiming her. She was mine. Marked by me.
Breathing hard, I collapsed beside her, chest a riot. She was flawless. I was a monster. Her monster. Not because I’d just fucked her—but because I knew what she was searching for in me and I’d never give it: love. Safety. Loyalty.
I would never save her. And she’d love me anyway.
I reached for a packet of tissues on the console, tore off a few, and shoved them into her hand.
“Here,” I muttered.
I should have given her so much more. Instead I handed her a fucking scrap of paper.
She began wiping my cum from her skin, and something inside me screamed. She shouldn’t wash it away. She should wear it. Breathe with it. Think with it. Live with it. I wanted everyone who looked at her to feel she belonged to me.
Not willingly. Not tenderly. Irrevocably.
God, what the hell was wrong with me? I wanted to protect her, shield her from her demons, kiss her scars until they vanished. And at the same time, I wanted to own her. Bind her. Hide her from the world so no one could ever touch her but me.
I was damned. And she was either the reason—or my salvation. I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was this: if she kept wiping herself clean, she was erasing me.
I was so fucking sick.
“From now on, you don’t take a single step without a bodyguard,” I said. “And you don’t go anywhere without my permission. Do you understand me?”
It was wrong. But it was all I had. I would destroy her if I had to. But I would not lose her.
“Like hell I will!” she spat, her eyes blazing like coals. She hurled the crumpled tissue against my chest. “You’re sick.”
I caught her wrists, my fingers clamping down like steel. With one decisive move, I shoved her back against the leather seat. Her body hit with a dull thud, her breath hitching as I caged her in. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my knees locking her hips beneath me.
Her hair fanned across the leather like a dark veil dissolving around her. She could have fought. But she didn’t. She wanted this. She wanted me.
She could have stopped me.
With my free hand, I brushed a damp strand from her cheek, my breath skimming her skin.
“And you get off on this sickness,” I growled.
“Tell me what you want, Daisy,” I whispered, leaning closer, my mouth at her ear. “Tell me what you need. Don’t lie to me.”
Tell me you need me. Want me. That I’m the only one.
“Say it. Would you rather be with your ex right now? Do you want him holding you? Do you wish it were his hands on you instead of mine?”
The pain in her eyes was a scream she swallowed.
