His cock is at my center once again, and he looms above me. Pinning me to the bed with his strong body, his darkened gaze lets me know he’s seeking permission to enter me. The heat of his gaze warms my lips, so I take hold of his jaw and pull him toward me.
Then his tongue invades my mouth at the very same time his cock tears through my innocence. My back arches off thebed, and I cling to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin through his shirt as I cry into his mouth.
A deep growl vibrates through him, rough and feral. When he removes his lips from mine, sympathy oozes from his hooded gaze. “I’m sorry that hurt, baby.” He peppers kisses over my jaw, soft and caring.
Tears spring into my eyes—he’s sorry. Never in my life did I expect a man so powerful, so dominant, rough, and forceful to be sorry.
“It’s okay,” I whisper.
His gaze bounces over my face, then down to where we’re joined. “I’ll go slow. I should have stretched you more. Used my fingers.”
I’m quick to reassure him. “I’m okay. It feels good to be full of you.”
His lips twitch. “You’re mine, Little Brat.” Then he rears back, withdrawing his cock and causing a sting, but before I have time to think on it, he slams back inside, and I whimper.
His hips work quickly, with one hand above my head, and the other goes between us.
“I need you to come, Little Brat. I need you to come on Daddy’s thick cock.”
He rubs that place between my legs I haven’t dared to explore, and when the tips of his fingers connect with my bundle of nerves, I almost shoot off the bed. I’m tender, but the flare in his eyes tells me he’s not discouraged by my reaction. Quite the opposite.
With each moan that leaves me, he powers inside me and follows it up by more delicate kisses that I crave. He trails kisses over my neck and along my jaw until his lips brush against mine. His mouth is a contrast to the feral way his body slams inside me, as if unable to help himself.
He’s making up for being rough, for his volatile pounding, by being affectionate, and my heart swells with gratitude.
The mattress creaks beneath us, and the headboard pounds against the wall with each brutal snap of his hips. My body comes alive, and the pain mixing with pleasure is almost intoxicating. I dig my heels into the mattress as my orgasm rushes through me, and when his body freezes above mine, I lock eyes with him. His eyes become hazy, and his body jerks—once, twice, three times, before he pushes one last time and releases his hot cum into my limp body.
“You’re mine, Little Brat.” His stare holds me captive. “If you thought I was demanding before, you’re about to discover how brutally possessive I can truly be.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
THEA
The steady thud of his heart beating against my chest feels natural, a spot I never want to move from or be without.
While I never intended to lose my virginity to him, especially in such a crazed way, I can’t say I regret it.
He held me through the night, whispering sweet words of praise in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am, how much he wants me, and how pleased he was that I gave myself to him.
“What do you plan on doing after you finish school?” he asks, his tone cautious.
I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. “Ideally, I want to do something to do with design.”
His brow furrows. “Like fashion?”
“No. Branding, that kind of thing.”
He nods, appearing deep in thought. “Are you wanting to move away?” His Adam’s apple slowly slides down his throat. “Are you planning on leaving me already, Little Brat?” The way he says it makes him sound almost vulnerable.
He feels this insane connection too. I’m sure of it.
I had planned on moving as far away from my mother as possible, but I do love it here—the town, my friends, and now Massio. “I-I don’t know.”
He strokes my hair in a soothing motion that has me wanting to purr.
“I wouldn’t let you leave, Little Brat.” It sounds more like a promise than anything else.
I lay on his chest while his thick fingers work through my hair, toying with the ends.
