I choke on the sob in my throat. “I want you in every way that hurts.”
His voice fucking wrecks me. “I want you ruined, I want you crying, I want you so desperate you forget what it feels like to be untouched.”
His lips graze mine. “Do you know what it does to me when you beg?” I whimper. “It makes me want to keep you on your knees forever.”
His hand slides to my throat, claiming me. “Pretty girl. You’re never going to stop being mine.”
He tilts his head, his lips dragging over my pulse. “You think I just want your body? That’s not enough. I want your first breath in the morning. I want the way you say my name when you can’t think.” His lips brush mine. “I want the parts of you you’ve never told anyone about. I want the parts of you you’ve never fucking met.”
His voice breaks. His breath splits against me. “You don’t get it. I don’t want you to be safe with me.”
His hand curls the chain around his fist. “I want you to crave me even when I’m the thing that’s killing you.”
Tears spill from my eyes, my body trembling. “I want to fuck you until you forget what you’re afraid of.”
I sob for him. “I want to kiss you until your scars are too full of me to hurt.”
His lips drag over mine. “I want you so fucking obsessed with me you forget who you were before I touched you.”
His cock drags slow, grinding deep. “I don’t want to be a chapter in your story. I want to be the fucking ending.”
I choke on a sob. “I want to be the last thing you think about when your lungs give out. I want to be the reason they collapse.”
His lips crash to mine, desperate and starving. “You’re not getting out of this alive, pretty girl.”
His laugh breaks. “And neither am I.”
I shatter, clinging to him like he’s the only thing I’ve ever fucking wanted. His hands fist in my hair. His mouth splits a savage whisper against my lips.
“You don’t get to love me in pieces. You love me in fucking ruins.”
And I do. I already fucking do.
Chapter 9
RAVEN
The chain’s still biting into my ankle. His cock’s still buried deep inside me. His breath’s still wrecking against my throat like he’s not fucking done with me—like he’s trying to breathe his own life into my lungs just to make sure I don’t stop belonging to him for a single second.
And then the alarm splits the room open.
The high-pitched shriek punches through the air like it’s inside my ribs, like it’s in my skull, like it’s in my fucking bloodstream. It’s a violent, industrial sound that shatters the “Quiet Place” we just built out of sweat and trauma.
Damien’s body slams into mine, his hands snapping to my waist, his breath breaking hard against my ear. “No.” The word rips from his throat, sharp, savage, panicked. “No, no, no.”
His pace doesn’t stop. His cock drags deeper like he can fuck me through the interruption, like he can anchor us both in the physical act before the world outside drags us apart. I gasp, trembling, caught between the brutal ache of his body and the violent scream of the alarm.
The monitor flashes—Perimeter breach. Front entrance. Now.
His hand drags the chain tighter, locking me down to the floorboards. “You don’t fucking move.” His breath fractures against my temple. “You stay right fucking here.” His mouth crashes to mine, filthy, desperate, his kiss cutting like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he doesn’t cage me now. “I’ll end this fast.”
His forehead slams to mine. “You don’t fucking leave this spot.”
I nod, wrecked, panting, trembling for him. “I’ll stay.”
His eyes burn into me—manic, frantic, lethal. “You’re mine.”
“Yours.”
