he rubs the life back into my arms and then settles into the spot beside me. I can already feel the soreness between my legs, it feels like a dull ache hanging low in my belly. My gaze darts to his cock, which is already growing hard again. It’s smeared with blood, my blood, and it makes me sick.
I gave myself to him.
“I love you, Dove,” he whispers as he tugs me into his side, rubbing small circles against the small of my back. I don’t say anything because there isn’t anything to say. I don’t love Zane. I can’t allow myself to. He kidnapped me, took everything away from me, he stole my life.
I might feel safe in his arms, but he’s not William. He’s not going to save me. He’s going to trap me and keep me forever.
20
Two days have passed since I made her mine completely and took that sweet cherry between her thighs. It’s been a tense forty-eight hours. Even though fucking her was heaven, I didn’t let it slip from my mind what she did before that. She submitted to me during sex beautifully, but she also tried to kill me. I hope she doesn’t think I’ve forgotten that.
I’ve been keeping my distance, not because of her attacking me, but because now that I’ve had her, I can barely keep a leash on my inner beast. I want her again, and this time, I refuse to be gentle.
I always thought that once I had her, my obsessive need for her would be curbed. I knew it would never be gone, but I had hoped it would at least take off the edge.
Boy, was I wrong… so wrong.
Having her only intensified my cravings, the need to possess her is stronger now than it ever was. I want to own her in every way. Claim every hole on her body, every sliver of her soul. I want it all, and in return, I will give her the same. I’ll give her the good, the bad, the angel, and the demon. I can’t hide the dark side of me anymore. It’s out for blood, and it wants Dove just as badly as I do.
“Are you hungry?” My question causing her to jump off the recliner. She still has no awareness of her surroundings. She never hears me coming, and always gets scared. I shake my head at her inability to protect herself. How could she ever think that she doesn’t need me? She’d be dead in ten minutes without me.
“Yes, I’m starving, actually.” The smile she gives me, though shy, is enough to make me want to bend her over the dining room table and fuck her senseless. She’s under my skin, in my head, pumping through my body. She consumes me.
Reheating the leftovers from last night, I set two plates on the table and take the seat next to her.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” she says in between bites.
“Yes,” I admit. No reason to lie.
“Did I do something wrong? I mean… it was my first time. I’m not sure if it was okay for you.” I almost drop my fork at her words.
“Do you seriously think I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t enjoy the sex?”
“Yeah. No. Maybe. I-I just didn’t know,” she stutters, her cheeks turning pink.
It would be easier to avoid her if the sex was bad, but it wasn’t even close to bad.
“Maybe I’ve been avoiding you because you tried to kill me?”
Her face falls, and I can see the guilt written all over it. She stares down at the broccoli on her plate like it has all the answers. “I’m sorry about that,” she whispers, still not looking at me. Her apology means the world to me, but it doesn’t change what happened. She was so desperate to get away that she was prepared to kill me. I just can’t forget that.
“I know you are, but that’s not actually the reason I’ve been staying away.”
She finally glances up at me, curiosity flickering across her face. “Why then?”
Did I want to tell her why? I could lie, but that wouldn’t make any sense. I didn’t want there to be lies between us. Clearing my throat, I answer honestly. “Because I knew you would be sore, and every time I’m close to you, all I can think about is stripping you naked and shoving my cock into your tight cunt.”
At my crude usage of words, her mouth pops open, and the hand she is holding the