hard cock pressed against me.
But he didn’t enter me. His hard length glided along my slit. It rubbed my clit, tormenting me until I had no choice but to beg.
“Please,” I pleaded.
“Who am I?”
That time, I didn’t hesitate. “My Daddy.”
His eyes closed, his pleasure more than purely sexual. It was important to him. I was important to him. “Again.”
Leaning up, I touched his cheek, his stubbled jaw, and down to the pointed crown that was inked on his neck. “You’re my Daddy.”
In one thrust, he filled me, slamming to the hilt and stealing my breath. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You do.”
“Who owns you?”
Again, my answer was immediate because, dysfunctional or not, it was the truth. “You do, Daddy.”
His movements were frantic and unhinged, his eyes wild at my words. With each powerful, savage thrust, the tension in my lower belly tightened. He pushed me closer to the edge until every nerve ending in my body was oversensitive and overwhelmed.
And then he stopped.
His thick cock buried deep was almost enough to launch me into bliss anyway.
Almost, but not quite.
Restless and needy, I rocked my hips with wanton abandon, happy to fuck myself on his length.
His weight pressed into me, pinning me to the mattress so I couldn’t move those meager centimeters.
Maximo’s voice was rough and harsh when he ordered, “Tell me you love it.”
God.
Looking at him, his face far from blank or cold, I saw the blatant earnestness. The hurt. My words earlier were meant to be destructive, and they’d achieved their goal.
“I love it. I never hated it.”
His hand moved from the bed to the base of my throat, his fingers curling around my neck. Although his touch was featherlight, the hold was intoxicatingly controlling and I wanted more. “Tell me you need it.”
“You see what three days without this did to me. I’m a mess. I need it.”
He started moving again, though I wasn’t sure if he was even aware he was doing it. “Tell me you need me.”
For all intents and purposes, I’d been on my own for as long as I could remember. Shamus had taught me early and often not to rely on others. Not to trust them.
Not to need anyone.
And I’d lived by that for a long time. Until Maximo had shown me what it was like to be taken care of.
“I need you,” I told him, hoping he knew how difficult it was for me to willingly make myself vulnerable. “More than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything.”
I should’ve known he’d get it.
Dropping his body tight to mine, he kissed me, long and hot and fierce. His pelvis rubbed against my clit as he ground into me. When we were both breathless, he tore his mouth away and tilted my head to nip my neck.
“Harder,” I demanded, wanting the love bites back.
I missed them.
Maximo groaned against me before biting harder and sucking the sensitive skin until I gasped. Raising himself, he moved his hand back to my throat, his thumb stroking over the spot.
So close.
“No one takes you from me, little dove,” Maximo growled. “No one opens your cage.”
God, so close.
“Even you.” His thrusts grew vicious, making my eyes unfocused and my thoughts hazy. “I decide when this is over.”
My lids drifted closed, my neck arching.
“And it’ll never be over. I’ll never let you go because I love you, Juliet. ‘Til the day I die.”
What?
Did he really…
Try as I might to fight the crashing waves, I lost my thoughts, my breath, my mind. My orgasm tore through me, shredding me until I didn’t think I could ever be put back together.
But one wasn’t enough.
Maximo moved his hand from my throat to shove between us, his thumb stroking my clit how I liked. One orgasm barreled straight into the next, his thumb and dick working together to wring everything from me.
When I’d given him all I had physically, he brought his hand back up to grip my chin before he demanded more of me.
All of me.
“Tell me you love me.”
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt familial or platonic love. I’d certainly never been in love.
Not until Maximo.
It was why I was so petrified. Because if Maximo lied, cheated, or let me down like everyone else, it wouldn’t be an annoying disappointment. It would destroy me. Shatter me.
Admitting I loved him would hand him all my trust. There’d be no walls, no distance, no holding back.
Just like he wanted.
Like we both needed.
“I love you.”
Lids closing, his head dropped back, exposing his strong neck. His shoulders were bunched,