“You asshole.” Her eyes water, and she furiously blinks away the tears. “Have you not been paying attention? I’ve always belonged to you. Always.”
“You don’t have to lie anymore. I meant what I said. I don’t give a fuck what your reasons are.” I line myself up with her wet, soaking pussy and shove the head in. “You can use me for my money. For my cock. My goddamn heart is yours. All of me is yours.”
Her lips part like she’s about to say something. Before a sound comes out of them, I crush my mouth to hers. I shut her up with my kiss.
My teeth latch onto Elowyn’s bottom lip. I need to possess her so bad that I can’t help but tighten my hold on her wrists.
“It’s going to hurt,” I grind out the words I dreamed about saying years ago. Only in some of my dreams, my voice was softer. It didn’t sound like a threat. “That is, if you really are a virgin.”
Of course she is. Elowyn can’t lie, but I fucking love teasing her. More than I should.
“I am,” she whispers.
“We’ll see about that.”
God, it feels too good, dragging an inch of my cock in and out of her pussy. I groan, my restraint close to snapping. But—no. This won’t be a quick fuck.
I pull out, slapping her pussy with the head of my cock instead of beating her cunt from the inside. More precum trickles out, painting her pretty clit white.
A growl rumbles in my chest, my mouth watering at the filthy way I’m corrupting something so pure.
“You’re the only one, Duncan.” My name turns into a gasp when I slap her with my cock again. “I always hoped.”Gasp.“You’d change your mind and come back to me.”
“Shut up.” Heat builds between us, fast, as I sink back inside her pussy. Just an inch. “Don’t lie to me.”
I’m not talking about her virginity anymore. I’m talking about that heart of hers that’s always been out of reach.
“I’m not lying.” Sweet Elowyn spreads her legs wider. “I’m yours.”
The look she’s pinning me with is heated. Needy. But also extremely determined.
Honest, too.
She’s really, thoroughly mine.
“Yeah, you are.” I slam my hips into her, shoving my cock past the barrier, shredding it. “Mine.”
“Duncan,” she mewls while I stroke her cheek, while tears roll down her temples. “It hurts.”
“Shh.” I stay where I am, pulsing, waiting. It’s almost impossible with how badly I want to get lost in her pussy. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Then I’ll wait with you until you can. I’m not moving, little moon.” I hold very still, kiss her chin. The tip of her nose. Each tear that slips free from the corners of her eyes. “Fuck, you’re so tight and I—no, I’m not moving. Not before you tell me to.”
When she goes silent, I release her wrists, settle on my forearms, and watch her. I’m giving her permission to slap, scratch, or punch me again. To show me how fierce the pain is.
She doesn’t. Her arms remain over her head, her chest rising and falling as she watches me back.
“Hey.” I kiss the corner of her pinched mouth. Even like this, struggling to adjust to my girth, she’s exquisite. “You trust me?”
Your brother’s former best friend.
The man who hurt you.
A murderer.
The last part remains a secret for the time being.
