Am I still a virgin if I have his cum inside me?
I can’t take it anymore. My medication begins to kick in, threatening to pull me under. I fight to keep my eyes open as he walks his claiming fingers deeper inside me, my breath hitching when his fingertips feel my hymen.
“Hmm… it seems you weren’t lying,” he whispers, eyes dark and piercing. “I didn’t claim your cunt tonight, but I have marked it, little dove. You belong to me now. No one else is allowed to touch you.”
He lifts my chin, forcing me to look at him as my eyes flutter, struggling to remain open any longer. His face blurs in and out, clouding my vision, before my head hits his chest in surrender, my body turning limp in his arms, the shadows slowly reeling me in.
“Mine,”he growls into my ear, dragging my hair away from my face.
That word sinks in as the merciless darkness consumes me.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Did I just make a deal with the devil?
12
MASON
Eva fallsasleep with my fingers still inside her.
Her head rests on my chest, while her earthy scent mixes with mine and clings to my lungs.
What is with the princess?
Elegance and conquest wrapped in temptation. Fucking until I exhaust and coerce myself to a release, I know. This?The fuck is this?
Grinding herself on my cock, like a goddess of seduction, she wrenched the strongest orgasm from me. I wasn’t even inside her. Those neon-blue eyes—submission fused with defiance—could bend a fucking mountain. I’m no mountain.
Deep in sleep, she lets out a soft moan, her pussy clenching around me.
“Fuck.” I yank my fingers out, leaving her tight virgin cunt dripping with my cum.
Not fucking her tonight is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Yet here she lies, her small warm body draped around mine, unraveled, exposed, like a stripped vine coiled around a weak bark of restraint.
For a few moments, I sit on her bed, watching her, taking in her beautiful, flushed face; full breasts, the obscene innocence of that pink silk clinging to her waist.
I didn’t plan to touch her tonight. Didn’t think twice when I did.
Somewhere between watching her lips curl around that careful lie and imagining what it would take to make her confess,I snapped. Then it was just instinct. Jealous, territorial, reckless instinct. I had to claim her before anyone else laid their hands on her, before she forgot what my touch feels like and came to her senses.
Sick?
Yes.
Twisted?
Definitely.
And I have zero fucks to give.
My fingers graze her soft skin, pulling up the strap to her shoulder and tugging her short nightdress down, as far as it will go. Then I roll her on the mattress, lay her head on the pillow, and cover her with the duvet. Not that it helps. She could have the mattress on top of her and I’d still want to fuck her.
Even as I slide away and put on my boxers and jeans, my cock twitches, demanding to be inside her. Not caring that I just broke every rule to mark her.
Since the day I laid eyes on her at The Vault, it’s been one endless clusterfuck.
My first mistake was breaking into her bedroom last night.
