“Then take this,” I hissed, leaning down to bite her collarbone, her breast, the soft underside until she was covered in my marks. “Take every brutal inch of me owning you. Because gentle is over, little doll. You wanted him? Fine. I can accept the logic behind the mistake you made last night, but now you get me — all of me — until you never think of anyone else again.”
I fucked her harder, one hand around her throat, squeezing until her face turned red and she gasped for air, only then did I loosen my grip just the slightest bit. I bit her lower lip, tasting salt from her tears.
“Say it,” I growled into her mouth. “Tell me who you belong to. Scream it so every fucking person in this house hears what a perfect little whore you are for me.”
“You!” she cried out, voice breaking as her body tightened around me. “I belong to you!”
“Louder,” I demanded, thrusting viciously, my free hand pinching her nipple until she arched off the bed. “Scream it like the desperate slut you are. Let them all know you’re my perfect little whore.”
“I belong to you!” she screamed, raw and ragged, loud enough that it echoed through the walls. “I’m your perfect little whore! Only yours!”
“That’s my good girl,” I praised, voice dropping to a rasp as I marked her one last time, teeth clamped tight on the swell of her breast when I pulled her legs open wider, driving into her without mercy. “So fucking perfect, taking my cock like you were made for it. My loyal little angel, even when you’re being a filthy whore.”
She trembled beneath me, breathless and ruined.
And when she was on the edge of breaking? I said it.
“You’re going to carry my child.”
She froze.
“I don’t care if you win this game or not,” I murmured against her throat. “You belong to me, and I’m going to make sure there’s no undoing that.”
Her fingers curled into tight fists as she tugged against the belt restraining her wrists, helpless and wanting and terrified.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, sir.”
She came with a shattered cry, clenching around me so hard my vision whited out. I followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her with a guttural groan, teeth buried in her neck one final time.
I collapsed over her, panting, scarred chest heaving against her marked skin. My marks. Everywhere.
She was sobbing quietly now, her body trembling beneath me. I didn’t pull out, and I didn’t untie her yet.
Instead, I pressed my ruined face to her throat, my lips brushing the freshest bite.
“You passed, baby,” I whispered, voice raw. “You protected him. You chose loyalty over survival.”
She stilled, her breath catching.
I kissed the mark I’d just made, soft and reverent.
“You’re still in the game, Chrissy. And God help us both… you’re more mine now than ever.”
Afterward, she lay beside me, boneless, her quiet breaths warming my chest. The blindfold still rested over her eyes, her mouth soft with exhaustion.
She fell asleep like that, trusting me despite every reason she shouldn’t.
I watched her for a long time, memorizing her steady breathing, the rise and fall of her chest, and all the livid marks I’d left on her skin.
And for the first time since deciding to bring her here… I was genuinely terrified because I knew she’d never forgive me when she learned the truth.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
CHRISSY
