I took her in, my body shaking in need as I studied the beauty of her. Primed and ready just for me.
This was a mistake.
If I fucked her now, it would change everything.
She wouldn’t be just some girl paying off her ex’s debt. She would be mine.
Shewasmine.
I found my hand drifting to my back pocket fully aware of the decision I was making, fully aware that I was changing the course of both of our futures permanently and without remorse. I pulled out a knife, her eyes turning black with lust when she saw it.
I flicked out the blade and grabbed her right thigh, forcing it to lay open enough to give me a good canvas.
“What are you doing?” she panted.
Something stupid.
“Olivia Rose,” I mumbled, my heart slamming in my chest as I pictured the way she had laughed while shooting that gun, the way she had challenged me when I had her tied to my wall, the way she had stared at me when I set her leg on fire. I thoughtabout the way she wrote her stories, the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she dressed. I thought about every glare, every shred of attitude, every time she decided that she was going to argue with the serial killer who had inserted himself into her life.
I thought about it all as I slid that knife against her skin, deep enough to leave an angry scar. “I claim you,” I said, my voice clear and concise as I carved that ‘E’ into her thigh, “from now until death finds us.”
She was panting, groaning, arching her back against the pain. “Fuck,” she whispered. “What does that mean?”
I watched the blood drip from the letter as I set the knife to the side. “It means,” I started, pulling my cock out, her body reacting at just the sight of it. Stretching, pulling, her hips bucking towards me, as if she were in heat, waiting for my cock to relieve her. “That I fucking own you. Forever.”
I shifted forward, sliding my hands up her legs, her thighs, her hips. Touching every inch of her until I was positioned above her, my hands on either side of her head.
She bit her lip, her eyes searching mine, completely unaware of what I just signed her up for. “Then I claim you, Everett,” she told me, causing me to freeze, my eyes widening, “from now until death finds us,” she repeated, her eyes unblinking, her voice steady, something like relief shining in her eyes. As if she had been suffocating her entire life, and I had just given her a fresh dose of oxygen.
She…she what?
Olivia gestured to the knife, and I, like a pup following his master, reached for it, handing it to her, hilt first.
She took it easily and positioned it above my heart, her eyes flicking to mine and back. Her lips parted as she pressed the tip of the knife into my skin, the sharp pain euphoric across my skin as she began dragging it slowly, carving whatever the fuck shewanted into me. I didn’t care, so long as it was her doing it, I didn’t care.
When she was done, she dropped the knife to the side of us and placed her right hand over the mark, her eyes finding mine, wild and explosive. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”
I swallowed, my cock twitching between my legs, my hands digging into the soil. I wanted to do one last thing. If I was going to finalize this, I would do it right.
I pulled my mask off and set it to the side, her eyes swallowing me whole.
I angled myself just right before pushing forward, feeling the warmth of her pussy begin to swallow me whole as her body arched against the feeling.
I groaned, going slowly at first, trying to control myself, trying to ease her into it.
Her legs tightened around my hips though, lifting her hips higher into the air, shoving me deeper, and feeling that, I lost it. I slammed into her, hard and fast, the sound of our arousal filling the silent forest air as her cries of pleasure met my ears.
Fuck she felt so goddamn good. She sounded so good. She was everything.Everything. She had consumed me completely in four months’ time.
But I couldn’t tell a soul about it, not yet. Not even Evelyn. Nobody could know. There was already a target on her back because of her association with me, once she became a Claimed, there would be a far bigger one there. The proof had already come with Jack and Greyson, I wouldn’t let it happen to her.
Once I delt with the Delepski’s, once I trained her to fight, then I would let Malachi know, but until then, this would stay in the woods.
I wouldn’t let her get away. Not now. Not ever.
“Fuck, Everett,” she moaned, pulling at the belt, her pussy clamping down around my cock. “Don’t stop, please.”
Fuck, I loved it when she said my name. She had given it a whole new meaning. A whole new life. Reviving it from the ashes into something wholly brand new.
