Traitorous, desperate, welcoming.
Wrong, so wrong, and I can’t stop. I never wanted to. She belongs to me now—branded, stained, owned.
Kai submitted.
Havensuccumbs.
And in her final surrender I claim the ownership of a god.
“I’ll fuck the no out of you until the only words you know areharder, Sir.”
I drive into her ruthlessly deep, relishing the pained whimpers and mewls she makes under me.
All the patience I held crumbles, leaving only brutality behind.
She takes me, all of me, is torn open for it because she has no choice, just as I had no choice but to drive down here, break in, climb the stairs, and take what’s mine.
Her chest heaves beneath me, her hands flutter to push and then fall away. But we both know resisting now is utterly pointless. The sight of her nails clawing at the sheets only makes me grind in deeper.
There’s no gentleness left, no worship dressed as mercy.
Just corruption and ruin.
Just the brute violence of claiming what no one else ever should.
When tears leak out behind her shivering lashes, I’m there to lick them from her skin, whispering, “I love making you cry, pretty girl,” against her mouth.
The taste of her salty tears makes it impossible to hold back. I come with a deep-seated growl that’s possessive and furious, my thick shaft churning that seed into a thick, pink cream when it mixes with her blood.
Thighs that had been spreading open for me suddenly snap against my waist. Weak, but still trying to keep me in place.
I lean back, grabbing her throat as I slam into her pussy, keeping my cock buried deep inside.
“Please…” she mumbles through slack lips.
But I stay buried, unmoving, taunting her. “Now you’re begging me to let you come? Make up your mind, girl.”
I tighten my grip on her neck, watching her face flush, her lips part, her eyes widen in fear.
Then, and only then, do I grind the heel of my free hand over her clit, pushing her over the edge with a relentless pressure. Her eyes flicker, lips trembling as she fights, fights—and breaks.
The ragged sounds she makes as she comes brands itself in my mind.
I drop my head, my fingers sinking into her hair as the room spins around me. Drunk on the heat, on the pain she can’t hide, on the wet clutch that seals around me like it already knows I’ll never fucking leave.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her throat.
I stay inside her, relishing her wetness and her warmth. But her silence is the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.
The room feels hushed, holy, wrong.
Haven won’t be the same again.
Kai will never be the same.
I’ve dragged them both over a line they can’t ever cross again.
She will remember how she unwillingly came undone.
