I don’t say that though.
Instead, I demand with wide eyes, “I wanna see.”
“See what?”
I lick my lips. “Your cock.”
Something about my shamelessness makes him chuckle, his stomach hollowing, throwing his corrugated muscles into stark relief. “You want to see my dick, Fae?”
I nod, glancing down at the bump in his jeans. “Yes.”
“Because you’ve never seen him, have you?”
I bite my lip, slide my leg up and down the bed. “No.”
“And he’s been inside of you.”
I swallow, looking back at his face because I don’t know where to look, at his wolf eyes or his hard-on. “Uh-huh.”
His hands go to his button and my breath hitches when he pops it. I clench the sheet when he lowers the zipper. “And he gave you this. Your swollen belly.”
At his words, that swollen belly flutters. But I know the difference now. I know it’s not Halo. She’s sleeping safely inside my body.
I know it’s him. It’s my love for him that flutters, that has been fluttering all this time, spreading its wings, wanting to fly.
I’ve had it caged until tonight.
But I let it fly now.
I let my love for him fly and flow through my veins and I nod. “Yes. And it’s unfair. That I haven’t seen him yet.”
He nods with a tight jaw. “Yeah. It is. When I get to see her every night, your fairy pussy. When I get to lick her and suck on her and play with her. When I get to see how fucking pink she is. How soft and pretty. How tiny and daisy fresh. Just like my Fae.”
I grip the sheets tighter, squirming my hips. “But she’s not. She’s not daisy fresh anymore.”
He chuckles again, this time only a puff of breath that makes him shudder. He still doesn’t show it to me though. He only massages his hard dick over his jeans and rasps, “He saw to that, didn’t he? I saw to that.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He comes closer then, puts his hand on the bed and bends over me, and stares at my prone form intensely. “I made sure that this time when I caught you in my evil clutches, I made you pay. That I left my mark, didn’t leave you unscathed.”
My elbows give out and I fall on the bed, all writhing and needy. “You did.”
And that gives him permission to get on the bed. To hang over me like a thrilling, threatening shadow. “Yeah. Maybe youshouldcall the cops on me then. You should tell them how I cornered you in the woods. How I carried you screaming and kicking in my arms and put you in my Mustang. You should tell them how I tore at your clothes, your pretty white dress, to get at you. To get at your pussy. Your virgin pussy, wasn’t it? How I didn’t even care if she was a virgin. How I took one look at her, all pink and swollen shut and I lost my mind. I lost my fucking mind and rammed inside of you. How I made you cry. I made you bleed. You should tell them that, Fae. You should tell them that this motherfucking villain didn’t even care that he was fucking you raw. That his dick was banging into your sweet pussy without rubber and when he got enough sense to pull out, it was already too late.”
God, I’m a mess.
I’m a writhing, sweating mess and I’m tearing at the sheets. I’m tearing at them and rocking and I know my pussy is so wet for him.
For the villain that’s hanging over me, telling me these filthy tales.
False tales though.
“But I wasn’t,” I whisper almost incoherently.
“You weren’t what?”
“I wasn’t k-kicking and screaming.”
