I pull the tight shirt over my head, and he groans in relief as my breasts fall.
This isn’t the first time he’s seen my body, and regardless of how this ends, it won’t be the last. We’re too stupid to know when to stop the bleeding. But I don’t mind the way he stares. Elliot’s already seen the worst parts of me.
He dips his head, tonguing my nipples with the cold surface of his piercing before drawing it into his mouth, sucking. The sensation moves through me like wildfire, and my hips start to writhe.
“Do you want me to turn over?” I ask, too eager to wait.
Elliot pulls away, frowning as if I’ve just slapped him.
“You’re joking, right?”
“You don’t like it that way?” I ask.
“Oh, I do. But I like the look in your eye when you come more.”
A blush creeps across my entire body, and Elliot kneels between my legs, stroking my thighs.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, when the minutes tick past, and he still hasn’t moved.
A small smile curls across his dark lips, bright white teeth peeking out as he chuckles.
“No, baby, I’m not nervous.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
His head cocks and his ears flatten as he leans forward, boxing me in with his arms.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured this? How many times I’ve lain here with my dick in my hands, imagining myself fucking you like I should’ve been from the very beginning?”
“Should’ve been?”
“Four years,” he says. “For four years, I’ve watched them touch you.Feedyou. Fail you.”
His hand comes between us, circling my clit with his thumb.
“I watched them starve you,” he says, voice rough like gravel. “But who do you call when they can’t get the job done? Who makes sure you don’t go to bed hungry? Who knows this body with their eyes closed?”
His fingers stop, and my eyes fly open to find him watching, waiting, and when I don’t speak, he pinches my clit, hard.
“Answer me, Iris.”
“You do,” I gasp.
He nods.
“It should’ve been me,” he says. “Only. Me. This pussy should be mine.”
He kisses me hard, siphoning off my breath until I feel dizzy, but I can’t deny that he’s right.
I’ve wasted so much time running from this all these years. Supplementing with men not even half his standard. But he doesn’t know that it is his. That no one makes me as wet as he does. No one makes me come like he does. That if he had only asked, just once—not some stupid joke or silly threat, butreallyasked—I would’ve said yes. But he never did.
I know now it’s only because he doesn’t believe he can give me what I deserve, but I still think he’s wrong.
“It is,” I confess. “It is yours.”
Elliot growls, kissing his way across my body.
“For now,” he says, unaware of just how wrong he is.
