Not anymore.
“Hey…” Her fingers graze my brows like she’s trying to smooth them out. “Why are you scowling?”
It’s when she follows my line of sight that she understands.
“It’s over. You’re okay, I’m okay. Let’s just forget it.” Her fingers slide from my brow to my jaw, where she applies enough pressure for me to raise my head. Eye to eye, I drown a little in the twin pools of her deep blue eyes.
It’s then that I really breathe. That I take in enough air to bring me back to life. She’s right, she’s okay and safe in my arms and that’s enough. For now.
With a newfound buzzing just beneath my skin, my hand shoots out and my fingers curl around her fragile neck. Hands that have killed without a second thought are the same hands that will hold her down while I fuck her hard enough to imprint myself onto and into her.
I flip on the light and get my first unfiltered look at her since I woke up.
She doesn’t fight me as I push her back down on the mattress. Without hesitation, she spreads her thighs as I take my rightful place between them, my dick hard and hyperfocused on one singular destination.
When I sink inside her, we both sigh like we’d been holding our breaths this whole time.
I forget the abduction, the bruises, the men I’d love to kill all over again just to satisfy my urges for death and destruction. My baser instincts are on high alert, my need to fuck her hard enough to leave my own bruises on her takes over.
“I need you to move. Please, Tanner.”
I hum at her begging. “When I do move, you may regret it.” I pull back until the tip is the only part of me touching her, save for my hand around her throat.
“Try me.”
A grin as sinister as any anti-hero worth his salt forms across my mouth just as I slam right back inside her. She gasps and just the sound has my dick twitching, all buried and snug inside her hot little cunt.
My hips get into a rhythm that’s as hot as it is fucking brutal. The bed is creaking and the headboard is slamming into the wall with every thrust I give her.
Our eyes are locked on each other, and when she raises a hand to place over my arm, I have a second of regret thinking it’s too much for her.
I should have known better.
Berkleigh wraps her fingers around my wrist and pulls me in, a silent beckoning for more. For harder. For longer and forever.
Good thing, too, because if she thinks she’s leaving or going back to her place or any of that shit, she needs a serious reality check.
“You’re mine, Berkleigh.” I slam inside her one more time, then pull out and stand at the foot of the bed, her ankles in each of my hands.
I pull her to the edge and flip her around like she’s my own private blow up doll and I can do whatever the fuck I want to it. To her. Just like she can do whatever the fuck she wants to me.
My hand lands on her ass, once, then again for good measure, when she giggles at my caveman antics. Grabbing her hips, I get her ass nice and high, my hand pushing down at the small of her back. She doesn’t need more prompting than that, she knows exactly what I want.
“Don’t fucking move.” I can’t help it. I bend at the waist and kiss the red imprint on her ass cheek, and she tastes so fucking good that I sink my teeth in and suck.
She moans at that so I do it again on the other cheek. I smirk at the claim I just staked before walking to the bedside table and taking out what I need.
It’s the middle of the night. We should be sleeping. We should be resting after the shitshow that was yesterday, but all I can focus on is the perfection of her ass and how much I want to fuck it.
With my lube on the bed beside her thigh, I place both hands on her hips and thrust inside, fucking her pussy hard enough to make her slide up the mattress. I pull her back to me and start over again, getting my dick nice and wet with her natural lube as it drips all over me and her thighs.
One hand snakes around to the front, her clit hard and wet, just waiting for some attention. I give her just enough to make her scream before I stop.
She’s not coming yet.
Soon, but not yet.
“Oh my God, Tanner. I will cut you.” I chuckle. I love it when she’s crazed, I don’t feel so alone in that box.
