Page 61 of King of Temptation

“If it was possible to kill a man more than once, I would.” His voice was thick with emotion, and his hands tightened their grip on her ass. “I would kill him a thousand times over for daring to lay a hand on what’s mine.”

Mine. He’d said that at the restaurant, but then he’d turned around and dumped her on her father. The word was an ache in her chest, and even though she tried to tell herself she was being too needy, too clingy, too… everything, she lifted her head to stare down into the stormy gray of his eyes.

“Am I?”

His mouth dipped down into a frown. “Are you what?”

“Yours.” Mouth suddenly dry, she forced herself to speak, to not back down when his expression darkened. “It’s just, you said that before. To Salvatore. And then you ditched me.”

“Oh, baby.” Running his hands up her body, he cupped her face, his thumbs brushing at tears she hadn’t even realized she was shedding. “I’m so fucking sorry for that. I thought I was protecting you. But you have to know it fucking killed me to walk away from you. If I had it to do all over again, I would have kidnapped you in that alley the very first time I found you tailing me and I never would have let you go.”

This wasn’t romance. On some level, she knew that. Knew that the type of obsessive, all-consuming love she wrote about was actually toxic as fuck.

And yet, her heart seemed to explode at his words, as if the idea of being kidnapped and held against her will was actually the most romantic thing a man could possibly suggest.

She had no words, nothing she could say to lay her own complicated feelings out the way he so easily had. So she settled for action, gripping his shoulders as she moved on him, her eyes locked on his as he watched her, need and hunger and something more burning in his gaze.

When she whimpered at a particularly strong wave of pleasure, he grinned, moving his hands back to her ass, guiding her every movement. “Such a good fucking girl,” he crooned, the words somehow both praise and humiliation at the same time. “Taking all of her Daddy’s cock. Can you go faster for me, baby? Daddy wants to fill you up. You’re going to spend the rest of the day with my cum leaking out of this pretty little pussy. Because you’re mine, menace. All. Fucking. Mine.”

His words as much as his hands spurred her on, turning her movements erratic as she fucked herself on his cock. Pressure coiled inside her, a need that grew with every roll of her hips.

And then he moved a hand between them, his thumb pressing against her clit as she rode him, and stars exploded behind her eyelids. A scream ripped from her throat as the pressure inside her shattered, the sharp blades of it scraping along her veins, shredding her from the inside out.

The world flipped, and then she was beneath him, clinging to him as the pressure built in her once more, pleasure and pain so intertwined she could no longer tell one from the other. If she’d had the words, she would have begged for more, for mercy, for anything he deigned to give her. But all she managed were helpless little sounds as he dragged her over that cliff’s edge once more.

This time he swallowed her screams, his body going still over hers, his cock swelling in her as he emptied himself into her womb.

“Mine,” he repeated, his voice as raw as she felt. “You are mine, Marigold, and I will never let anyone hurt you again. I swear it.”

“I believe you… Daddy.”

At least for now.

Brody

* * *

They showered together again, he’d said for the sake of conserving water. But the truth was he couldn’t stand the thought of her being out of his sight for more than a few seconds at a time. Even though he knew, logically, she was safer in his home than just about anywhere else, he still panicked whenever he couldn’t lay eyes on her right away.

“So… I should probably go.”

Stiffening as a mixture of terror and anger washed over him, he looked down at her. “Go where?”

From her spot beside him on the couch, where they’d curled up to watch some silly romcom movie he’d never in a million years admit he’d enjoyed, Goldie sent him a withering look. “Home, Brody. I appreciate you taking care of me, but I can’t just stay here forever. I have work.”

Well, this was awkward. Apparently he hadn’t been clear enough before. Then again, they hadn’t really had much time for talking last night or that morning.

“You aren’t going home.”

Goldie blinked at him, then rolled her eyes as if he’d made some terrible joke. “Of course I am. Like I said, I have work to do.”

As if on cue, his doorbell rang, and he pushed up from the couch. “Stay there.”

His little menace didn’t listen, of course, which was fine by him. If she wanted to give him excuses to spank her pretty ass, who was he to complain?

“You can’t just tell me to stay, Brody. I’m not a puppy.”

“No, puppies listen better,” he shot back over his shoulder as he checked the camera to make sure the person ringing the doorbell was who he actually expected to see.