“I shouldn’t,” I murmured, unable to stop running my hands across her smooth skin, a pained noise leaving her lips. That was enough that I slid my fingers to the tops of her thighs, grasping her in a bruising grip while looking down to find her pussy soaking wet, her body nearly shaking with need. This woman was made for fucking, and I knew I didn’t have it in me to deny her.
“Please, King?” Dahlia’s simple plea had the last of my walls melting. The desire, the pure need, to fill her up with my cum slammed into me. I needed to make sure everyone knew who she belonged to. I needed everyone to know that she was untouchable and that I would slaughter everyone and anyone that attempted it. Dahlia was ours. No one else would ever get her, and I didn’t care what I had to do to ensure that.
I would do anything I could to tie her to me.Anything.
It was that force that had me easily undoing my pants, her delicate fingers gripping my hard cock and relieving it from where it had been painfully pressed up against my zipper. I let out a low groan of her name as she moved forward, letting my cock slide against her wet heat before rolling her hips in a needy way. The flush on her skin was returning, and she almost looked like she was glowing. I felt blinded for a moment, and I saw goddamn stars when she positioned herself over me and then slid down, allowing me to impale her completely on my cock, her pussy squeezing me tight enough I nearly fucking came.
“Dahlia,” I growled against her neck as she gasped at how I filled her, rolling her hips while running her hands through my hair before tugging. The hard movement had me knowing that she needed something more than lovemaking. Her words solidified that.
“Make me forget the kiss. Make me forget it all,” Dahlia whimpered. “Remind me where I belong.”
I snapped. I fucking lost it and flipped us, cradling her head before she fell back onto the seat. I grasped her hips, slamming up into her. She let out a scream as her pussy locked down on me and spasmed. There was a part of me, thank god, that remembered to keep my hands on her hips and not her waist or near her ribs or stomach, but the rest of me was hellbent on rutting this woman. I wanted to remind her of this insane connection between us, the intense love we had for one another, and make her forget Ian. Fucking forget that he’d ever existed.
I set a hard, deep pace, her entire body flushing as I leaned down to bite down on the soft skin of her breast, leaving a mark as she moaned my name. When her arms went above her head, she gripped the leather so hard, digging her nails into it, that it tore slightly. I pumped into her harder, wanting those marks on my back. I let my walls fall completely, the more I buried myself into her, and I just gave into the vulnerability that came with not blocking out what I’d done.
I embraced it.
I had to.
That was when everything snapped into place. Reality brought everything to a halt as I looked at the beautiful woman in my arms, her face filled with so much desire that it killed me. My eyes stung, realizing that I’d almost lost her… I’d almost lost everything. Relief filled her gaze.
“King, you’re back.” She let out a stuttering breath, followed by a moan as I surged back into her again, a bit slower and deeper this time, causing her eyes to nearly fall shut. I had no idea how long we’d been going so far, but her entire body was pink and flushed, her pupils blown out and her pussy so wet that I knew she’d come several times.
“I never left you, princess.” I stroked in and out of her, looking over every bruise on her body. Allowing myself to feel the guilt, fury, and every other damn emotion that came with it. I wasn’t hiding from my emotions anymore—I fucking couldn’t, not with her. Maybe in the moment, but not after. I never wanted her to doubt me.
“King.” Her moan was soft as I slowed down, giving deep, hard strokes again so I didn’t jostle her as much.
When her tight cunt squeezed around me, I groaned, burying myself fully into her as I grabbed her jaw. “Dahlia Aldridge, I will always come for you. Every single fucking time.”
“I know,” she whispered before crying my name as I hit hard in her, causing her to climax.
My pace picked up, and I began to stroke into her, feeling my own climax roaring up to slam into me. I groaned as she finally jolted again and I roared out her name, burying my teeth against her neck. She whimpered and completely melted into the seat beneath me.
Mine.
Mine.
Fucking mine.
“Yours,” Dahlia agreed, making me realize I’d said it out loud. Good.
* * *
“Holy hell,” she murmured after a moment or so of us laying there.
Gaining my senses back, I sat back and looked over her body and then up to her face. “Fuck, princess, I shouldn’t have—”
She shook her head and sat up, kissing me despite the wince covering her face. “I needed that, King,” she promised softly. “I was so damn scared I wouldn’t be able to pull you back.”
“You’re the only person that can do that,” I admitted before pulling her into me completely. I looked around the car, realizing that we were in front of the house and that the driveway was filled with the others and security. I felt a momentary surge of pride that the security had probably heard her calling my name.
Fuck. I was beyond possessive over Dahlia normally…but this, this was intense.
“Let’s get you inside, I want you to see a doctor,” I murmured.
Fixing the jacket back on her, I opened the door and lifted her into my arms, tucking her into the warmth of my chest. I didn’t meet anyone’s gaze, not trusting how I would react with how on edge I was right now. I walked up the stairs and into the estate, my eyes immediately finding my father’s from where he stood with Mr. Aldridge, both of them looking at us in partial relief, concern, and maybe a bit of irritation.
Well, if they hadn’t known everything before, they would now.