The girl I fought for, the girl that kept me going the whole time I was a prisoner of the cartel, made me the man I am today. And now she’s here with me, open to fulfill any of my desires.
I can feel our connection, can almost see the invisible threads that tie us together. She’s tried to cut through them, sure, but Rain never succeeded. And from this moment on, she has to know she’s only. Fucking. Mine.
I fuck her without mercy, and she dissolves into a mess of moans and whispers beneath my body.
“I need to come,” she breathes. “Your stupid rule... I-“
“Come,” I order her. “Come on my cock right now.”
Freed of what I told her, she doesn’t need much else to come apart beautifully on my cock. Her innocence leaks from her like a flood, her pussy enveloping me in its embrace that’s tight enough to break my goddamn cock.
“I can’t hold back much longer,” I grit out. “Need to come, too.”
“Not yet.”
Her lips find mine, and she kisses me. She smells like vanilla and desperation. A heady cocktail that makes me go wild.
“Now,” I grunt against her lips.
“No,” she begs. “Not yet. I want more, don’t stop. I need to feel you for the first time like this... I need you to remind me this was yours all along.”
“Shut up,” I hiss, overwhelmed by the barely held back I’m loading in. “Fuck, Rain, just... fucking shut up.”
I kiss the words of protest from her lips, feeling her tremble beneath my fingertips. It’s getting really damn hard to hold back now, and every thrust inside her feels like an orgasm.
I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at her enticing form, forcing myself to slow down, breathe through the haze the drugs have put me in. I inhale deeply before opening my eyes again and seeing her in a new light.
The Rain before, the one I fell in love with, was a girl.
This one, the one I can’t fucking resist, is a woman.
I watch her writhing form beneath me, committing every move she makes, every inch of her to memory, so I can revisit it again and again. There’s a foreboding sense in the air, a painful reminder this can’t last, not while Xavier is alive.
I swear to myself I’ll cut that bastard’s throat before plunging myself deeper than before inside her, making her cry out in pain.
“Ready?” I growl.
“Please,” she nods eagerly. “Fill me up.”
“Just like this, nothing between us?”
She swallows, looking into my eyes as she shakes her head.
“No,” she breathes. “Nothing between us. Fill my pussy up.”
The sound of her words is alone to make me pump harder and harder until my load leaves my body and I groan my release. Rain thrashes beneath me, but I don’t let her go, filling her to the brim with my thick load.
But I can’t stop after that. I keep fucking her long after the last drop has been drained. My cock refuses to stop throbbing and I keep going until Rain comes again, this time without asking for permission.
I allow it because of the way she keeps looking at me, her eyes doe-like and full. Like she’s just now realizing what I’ve known all along - that she belongs to me.
We’re sinners. Cheaters. But I don’t let that phase me. I’ll cut Xavier’s ring off her finger just like I did with her cuffs. I’ll force my own ring over it. I’ll fucking steal her. I’ll gut him like a fish so I can own her.
Because without a doubt, Rain Ferrell belongs to me.
“I need a morning-after pill.”
I raise my eyes to meet hers from her full lips.
“Why the fuck would you need that?” I narrow my eyes at her, pulling back my hand that’s been stroking her soft sunny hair since we woke up. “You don’t want me inside you anymore?”
“I do,” she whispers. “I just...”
“You just what?”
I haven’t taken anything today, and it’s affecting me fucking badly. My mind is all over the place, my body scrambling for another dose. But I don’t want Rain to realize just how addicted I am. I’m too worried about our fragile connection, and there’s no way in fucking hell I’m going to damage the budding relationship by showing her my need for the stuff.
“I’m worried if I get pregnant...”
Rain hesitates, her sentence hanging half-finished in the tense air between us. I wait with bated breath for her to go on, but when she does, rage bubbles in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m worried if I get pregnant… Xavier will get rid of it when I go back to him. So please, can I just get the pill? I haven’t been taking my contraception and I’m scared.”
I pull myself up on one elbow, glaring at her.