Next time she tries to run, I will remember this moment. This heated, heavy, come-to-God moment when we admit to ourselves that we cannot live without each other. Bending, I tip her head back, brushing my lips over hers. They’re wet and sticky, but she is just as sweet as always, and I savor her.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she pants between kisses as I slide her beneath me, climbing over her. “I... I won’t do it again. I won’t go again.”
Nodding, I brush her hair back, cradling her face gently. I kiss her again, sealing that promise between us. But her punishment is not over. I believe her. Not only do I believe her, but I also know I won’t let this happen again. If it comes up, if she ever thinks of going, I will go with her. I will track her down and drag her back here or follow her all over the world.
There is no me without her now.
“Truth or dare, honey?” We both know there is just one choice.
“Dare.”
“Show me you belong to me, Scout. I. Dare. You.”
Chapter Ten
Scout
Sometimes you have to accept your punishment.
Lying in Sebastian’s gigantic bed, bare beneath him as he hovers over me, I hope he realizes this is no form of punishment. I went days without him. Without his pine and smoke scent, without his big, hard body pinning me beneath it, without his rough hands on my skin. It was the worst punishment of my life, and I did it to myself.
Later, I will tell him I never even got out of the county. I drove until I couldn’t stand to drive another mile. It was as if I was trapped in his orbit. I could not escape him; he said that earlier. He has no idea how true it is. I had to come back and hope he would welcome me home.
Lying in bed with him looming over me, big, beautiful, his skin golden in the dappled light of the afternoon, I have my answer. I am home. He is my home. Even after I walked out on him. After I stayed gone for days, it has not changed. With him is where I belong, and we both know it for certain.
“Truth or dare, honey?”
Smirking up at him as he licks his lips, I answer just as he expects me too. “Dare.”
“Show me you belong to me, Scout. I.Dare. You.”
“Tell me how,” I whisper as I wiggle beneath him, desperate for him to take me, to fill me, to claim me once and for all. For good. For keeps.
Licking his lips again, he cocks his head. Thinking about how to torture us both. How to punish me for hurting him. I earned it. I have whatever devious thing he thinks up for me coming.
“You want my cock, but you have not earned it yet. Since you thought you would be fine without me, show me how you would get off withoutmy cock.Withoutmy mouth. Withoutmy hands.”
Trembling beneath him, I nod. I know what he wants. Sebastian wants me to be vulnerable for him. To show him I know he is what brings me pleasure. He is who I want, who I crave. Nothing else, not a toy, not my own hand, and definitely not another man would ever come close.
“Yes, baby,” I purr as I stretch out beneath him, still shaking.
Sitting back, he nods at me to go on. Nodding back, I close my eyes as I slide a hand down between my spread thighs. I should be ashamed of how wet I am after sucking his cock, but he loves it so why would I be? As my fingertips brush over my swollen flesh, I moan as bolts of pleasure hit me. I spread the sticky folds open, baring my sex to him as I slide two fingers between the wet slit.
“So, fucking pretty,” he bites out, eyes locked on my hands. “Look at me, baby. Eyes on me while you play with your needy pussy.”
Again, I obey him without hesitation. I lock my gaze on his as I spread myself further, my fingers trembling as they rub at my clit. It’s swollen and aching, and I wish my fingers had the magic his do. I rub faster, faster, my back arching beneath my touch.
“That’s it,” he hums, his rough hands sliding up my thighs. “See how needy your cunt is,” he growls, shocking me with his filthy words. They just make me hotter, make my pussy wetter as he pushes my hand to shove my fingers inside me. “Greedy to get filled withmycock. That is what your little pussy wants, yes? My thick cock filling you with my cum.”
Stunned by his rawness, his crudeness, I shake as he pumps both our fingers inside of me. I nod, needier than I have ever felt, on an edge I cannot go over without him inside of me. “Yes, yes, I want you inside me. Please.”
“Tell me why. Tell me why you need me, Scout,” he murmurs even as he fits himself between my thighs, lifting them at his hips to press closer.
“Because...I belong to you, baby. I am yours, Sebastian.”
Sebastian lets out a feral growl before he slams home inside of me, making me come the second he’s as deep as he can go. I cling to him, fusing my mouth to his as he dips his head. His tongue swipes almost angrily at my lips before stroking my tongue gently. He thrusts hard, long, pounding thrusts that shake us and the bed, banging it against the wall.
“Yes,” I pant against his mouth when his hand wraps around my throat. “You can punish me for going. I won’t again. I won’t ever go,” I cry out as I come a second time, the pressure of his hand on my throat and the rock of his cock against my clit sending me tumbling over the edge again.
