I saw the way she clung to me for dear life.
But it’s still not enough.
I grab my vape, place it between my lips, and inhale deeply. She slowly looks up toward the window. I stare right back. She smiles through her tears, and I love that look on her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth still swollen from sucking my dick.
She turns back toward the sea.
My possession over her doesn’t have limits. I need to turn her emotional dependence into love—but on my terms. She’ll love me when I decide it’s time.
I’ve already made her obsessed with me. Now I want her to associate her safety, her pleasure, and her emotional fulfillment with only me. Once that happens, she’ll fall in love with me, and she’ll never question it.
Love is meant to be controlled.
Love is meant to be owned.
This is my version of loving her—by controlling her emotions.
I want her dependency to become love, and I won’t stop until it is. I know she’s terrified of me but also feels safe with me, but that still isn’t enough. I want her fully consumed by me.
My love for her has grown deeper, but I don’t care. I won’t stop until I hear those three little words:I love you.
That’s when she’ll be mine—mentally, and forever.
Lilac
Irvin twirls the end of my hair as I concentrate on a paranormal romance I’m reading. It’s Sunday, and all I want to do is lounge around the house. The weather has warmed up a bit, and we’re nearing the end of February. The snow has stopped, spring break is coming up, and oddly, I’m looking forward to it. I don’t have to worry about studying for a while.
Irvin grabs my book from my hand and sets it on the nightstand. “My princess. I need to ask you a question.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, then presses his lips to the side of my temple.
I sit up straighter, stretching my legs out in front of me.
“You had a foster brother, right?”
I swallow thickly and nod, then I begin to peel at the skin of my thumb.
“What happened to him? You said he died at a young age.”
I pull away from him, trying not to show my distress. “Why are you asking about him?”
He sits up on his knees and cups my face, and his eyes narrow. “You never mention anything about your family. How did he die?”
I scoot away from him, my throat tightening. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He places his hand on my thigh, squeezing.
“What about your ex-boyfriend?”
I lift an eyebrow. “What about him?”
“You told me you were worried I would turn out like your ex. I want to know what he did that made you think I would turn out the same way.”
I hurry up from the bed, putting distance between us. I’ve already told him too much about my life, and why this sudden interest in my past?
I have to be extra careful about what I say to him.
I shake my head. “It’s old news, Irvin. No need to worry yourself with the past.”
He leans down to bite the shell of my ear. “You’re panicking, my love.”
