“I’m not your responsibility,” I rebuked.
He jerked back, narrowed eyes inciting challenge. “Is that what you believe?”
“This morning, I did,” I muttered, trying to avoid his stare.
“And now?”
“Now, maybe not so much.”
“Notsomuch,” he spat as though the three words tasted like diarrhea.
He moved swiftly, tossing me onto my back before I even knew I was out of his arms. The shirt I was wearing bunched around my waist. The boxers ripped down my legs. His glittering eyes appeared above me, a predator about to conquer its prey. I stared, stunned, the only sound in the room my hammering heartbeat as blood surged through my veins.
His hands slammed on either side of me and then?—
“Ughn.”The groan punched out of my lungs with his powerful penetration. No hesitation, no warning. One moment, I was in his lap, and the next, I was on my back, stuffed full of his cock.
My lips hung open. Sparks of pain shot through my lower half as my body stretched and burned around the intrusion. Iwas still pliant from earlier, but this time there was no lube. This was a raw claim. Nothing but skin on skin, a full-on invasion.
“You feel that, baby doll?” he growled above me, the look in his eyes absolutely feral. “That’sallof me inside you.You’re mine. Mine to protect. To mate, love, and toown.”
To love?
He pulled out and slammed home again, turning my thoughts hazy. Pleasure and pain swirled together, creating something much more vivid and alive.
“Use your safe word,” he reminded me through gritted teeth.
“Never,” I panted. I would rather die.
He thrust again, this time grinding his hips against my pelvis, making me cry out.
“Who owns you?”
I whimpered.
“Who.”Thrust.“Owns.”Thrust. “You?”Grind.
“You.”
Satisfaction filled the room, literally bleeding from his pores. Grabbing the lube from under the pillow, he retreated until his crown rested against my entrance. The cap on the bottle flipped open, but he spit on his dick and shoved it inside me before adding copious amounts of lube.
Once everything was dripping, he fell to one elbow and grabbed my chin with his free hand. “Look at me.”
I looked. He was literally all I saw.
“What’s your safe word?” he asked again.
I knew I could use it. I knew he would stop. This man was feral and possessive and likely a little unhinged… but I could see it right there in the bluest part of his stare. He’d never hurt me.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
His lips fused to mine, hand so tight on my face my lips were already puckered for him. He started fucking me, his dick sohard it felt like steel. Lube squelched loudly between us as he set an ardent pace.
It was so good, and I started to float, but he made a sound, pulling me back. “Look at me while I fuck you. Know without a doubt exactly where you belong. Withwhomyou belong. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you for two hours or a lifetime,” he said, still hammering into my body, driving every word home. “This will not change.”
Sweat dripped off his forehead and splashed onto my cheek, and then I was coming, an orgasm barreling out of me and splattering us both. It was powerful and short, and when I was empty, I collapsed onto the bed like a rag doll as he arched his neck.
“Kieran,” I beckoned, voice hoarse, making him drop his chin. “Look at me while you claim me. So you know exactly whereyoubelong.”
