Everything.
This fantasy he’d been weaving since we came here. The idea of what he agreed to. The ring on my finger.
I choked off the dangerous thoughts.
There was no chance that fantasy would ever come true.
He already broke my heart once. I was a fool to beg for it again.
But I’d always been a fool for him because my heart leapt when I saw the swell of emotion rush him.
Greed.
Possession.
An age-old want that still burned.
“You never did know what’s good for you, did you, Little Wallflower?” It was both praise and a threat.
I should be afraid.
Afraid of all he was.
Of the scars that lined his body and the violence that skimmed his flesh.
Well that, and the giant erection that he kept running over my lips.
Instead, a pulse of desire throbbed through my middle.
I shuddered as I stared up at his beauty. Trembling in want and this old love that would forever hold me hostage.
“You were always what was good for me.” The confession wheezed out of me.
It was almost a snarl that he released, and his hand tightened in my hair. “Then take it, Daisy. Open that sweet mouth and show me what you’ve been imagining.”
Nerves rattled through my being, but I reached out and curled my hand around his penis. Having no idea what I was doing because I sure hadn’t enjoyed it the times Ethan had coerced me into it.
But this? I wanted to experience it.
I raised up higher on my knees, and I tentatively swept my tongue over his tip.
Cash hissed. “Fuck. Don’t know if I can handle you. Not when you were my every fuckin’ fantasy, too.”
It might have been glee that ricocheted through me with his admission. Knowing that he thought of me for all these years while I’d been missing him like I was missing a viable, beating part of my body.
“Suck me, Daisy. Take it like you want it.” He nudged himself deeper, and I opened to him, lightly sucking as I drew him into my mouth.
My insides fluttered as I was overcome with sensation. Lightheaded at the feel of his cock.
So hard and powerful, but I was the one who felt powerful right then.
Bold as I sucked him down as deep as I could.
With every inch that I took him, his teeth ground so hard that I was worried they would crack.
I garbled around him, the man so big even though I only had half of him inside.
He was right. I could barely breathe. Could barely see.
