With one swift motion, I lift her effortlessly and lay her down on the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the tension in the air between us.
“From now on,” I murmur as I hover over her, “you’re mine.” The words hang between us like an unbreakable vow.
Her breath catches; I see a flicker of fear mingled with a lot of desire in those blue depths.
“And while I’m fucking you,” I continue, my voice dropping to a low growl, “I’ll decide what you need to say to that blackmailer.”
She doesn’t really know who I am or what I’m capable of.
“You’re going to have sex with me?” Or perhaps she does.
“Do you want me, Amara? Or have I read the signals wrong?”
I watch as she processes my words, every muscle in her body tense before she nods slowly—the silent agreement hanging in the air between us.
"I do."
"Good girl." I shouldn’t do this, but I lean closer, ignoring every thought I have that this is wrong.
"I'm not really am I?"
“You are. Now do you trust me?” My voice comes out rougher than intended, but this is no time for games or pretenses.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“After today,” I say, lifting her tank top over her head, and watching her tits spill out, “you’re mine. Nobody else’s…only mine.”
My lips find hers again. I wait for her to stop me, but she does the opposite. She slides her tongue into my mouth and kisses me back.
But she doesn’t know that the hands trailing over her perfect body had, hours earlier, held a gun to her sister’s head.
That’s the only bad thought I can’t fade away. But I push it to the back of my head, vowing to worry about it another day.
“Are you still a virgin?”
“Yes.”
My inner beast is roaring like a wild animal. I want to tear her apart. I want to own her. I’m going to devour her.
She props herself on her elbows as I shift off the bed, and remove my shirt and pants. Amara watches me the entire time. I smile at her swollen lips, her messy hair, and I want to roar out that she is mine.
I press one knee on the bed, lean forward and drag her silk shorts down her legs. I stand and look. My breath catches when I see she is bare underneath.
She tilts her head to one side. “You’re not going to have a heart attack, are you?”
“I’m not that fucking old. You’ll soon find out how fit I am,” I growl. I should be insulted but I know she likes an older man.
She grins. “I can see how fit you are.”
I smile. “Open your legs and let me see what is mine.”
Her eyes land on mine. She gasps.
Not so fucking sassy now.
She opens her legs, slowly. Her eyes roaming down my body until they land on my boxer short covered cock. “You’re so big.” She swallows.
“And you’re so wet.” I lick my lips as I look at her glistening pussy.
