“You’re mine, pretty girl,” I whisper angling her head to suck a mouthful of her neck, raising a pink mark. “Mine. Marked. You only come for me, Hailey.”
She peeks from under her thick eyelashes, blown pupils staring up at me, the most arousing symphony of moans, gasps, and shallow breaths filling the room when the orgasm hits her like a tidal wave. My hand muffles the sounds, but she probably already woke up her neighbor.
I don’t slow down, chasing my own high. If this wasn’t Hailey’s first time, I’d make her fall apart so many times she’d beg me to stop. I’d wring out back-to-back orgasms, until she’d be too exhausted to lift her head off the pillow because I can’t get enough of seeing her come.
But itisher first time. She’ll be sore tomorrow, so I’m taking it easy on her. She’s still trembling beneath me when a low groan rattles my chest.
Fuck.
I forgot the condom. Just as the orgasm erupts at the base of my spine, I pull out, grip my cock, and pump, watching warm cum splash Hailey’s breasts.
“That was...” She blows a lock off her forehead, lifting her head to kiss me. “Just wow.”
“Wow?” I smirk, taking a mental picture of her clammy, skin glistening with sweat and my cum. “That was fucking scary. It’s not how your first time should be.”
She tangles her fingers in my hair. “It was perfect.”
“You were inpain.”
And, apparently, I can take a bullet but can’t watch Hailey’s pain without feeling like I’m being dragged across hot coals.
“Stay still. I need to clean you up.”
As soon as I stand, she sits up, peeking between her legs at the blood mixing with her arousal. There’s not much, but we’ve smeared it over her pussy, her thighs, and the sheets. There’s still some marking my cock, too. She closes her legs, hugging her knees.
“That’s a mess... I’m—”
“If you say you’resorryI’ll lose my temper.” I drop my fists on the bed, leaning in for a kiss, then nudge my chin at the whorls of scarlet. “That’s fucking beautiful, Hailey. I want to frame it and hang it in my apartment.”
“You wouldn’t.” Her eyes grow wider, shame morphing to defiance as she whacks my chest. “Promise you won’t!”
“Only because you’d be permanently pink if I did. As adorable as your blush is, I don’t like it when you’re embarrassed.” I run my fingers along her pussy. “Mine. You’remine, pretty girl.”
She smiles, touching the two bloody lines on my chest. I didn’t check the place I wiped her fingers earlier, but the marks are right above the steady thump of my heart.
“Does this mean you’re mine?” she asks, once again uncertain. “Marked?”
I hate how deep her insecurities reach. She’s scared to even hope I feel as strongly as she does.
She has no fucking idea that this is it. The moment I throw my inhibitions aside, the moment hatred falls off the merry-go-round for good, the moment she becomes an inseparable part of me.
There’s no going back.
She’s mine.
All mine.
30
Hailey
Alex walks my dad out of the kitchen.
I don’t recognize this place. Dark, polished furniture, a small, round table against a bay window, sleek, modern appliances, a checkered floor...
It must be our kitchen in Ohio.
I don’t like it. It’s so clinical. No food littering the counters, no music playing in the background, no pie baking in the oven.
