There was no rhyme or reason in the way my body reacted like it needed his touch to function every time he laid a hand on me. He brought me to life. My heart beat a little bit faster, and my blood ran a little more forcefully just from being in the same space as the man who could elicit such a visceral reaction with a single look.
I gulped, then moaned gently as his fingers pushed the cotton material aside and thrust hard inside me. “W—What are you d—doing?” I stammered.
“Showing you the way it’s gonna go from now on,” he rasped, anger still bleeding from his tone as he roughly fingered my unsuspecting pussy. “You don’t run from me, ever. You stay and we talk our shit out.”
My jaw set tightly. “You fucking ended it,” I yelled. “You told me the timing was wrong!”
“Does it look like I’m ending it, Freya?” he grated out, thrusting another finger deep inside my cunt. “You fucking stay, always, because I need that from you. I need to know you’re mine even when I don’t act like you are.” His breath looked like little puffs of cold air in the breeze as he punctuated each syllable. “I know it’s fucked-up, baby, but you need to stay, because if you leave every time I freak out, we won’t make it. I’m screwed in the head when it comes to you and me, but I’m gonna sort it.”
Tears sprung to my eyes, and I felt my bottom lip wobble with the emotion I was trying to hide from him. “You always say this. It’s not fair,” I whispered against his lips.
“I know,” he sucked on my bottom lip roughly, before releasing it with a soft pop. “I’ll work it out, but you need to stay until I do, ‘cause I’m not losing you, Freya. My heart won’t beat without you giving it life.”
The beauty woven through his words made me gasp along with the stinging chill biting into my bare flesh, raising goose bumps along my thighs.
The only warmth on my body was from Colt’s strong hand still cuffed around my throat. The heat from the engine under the car hood was quickly fading to give way to the icy coldness in the air swirling around us. Roughly, he pushed me down and covered the length of my body with his. “You wanna fuck Donovan O’Shea, Princess?” he snarled against my cheek. “You wear this little skirt so he could flip it up and give you his cock?”
My heart almost stopped with shock and my mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Umm—N—No?”
“Damned fuckin’ straight,” he growled. “This pussy belongs to me. Not him! Not anyone but fuckin’me.”
The sound of a zipper floated on the air and my eyes widened in shock. “Not here,” I whispered, voice panicked. “People can see...” My voice trailed off when I caught the animalistic glint in his eye.
Colt’s lip curled as he looked down at me. “I’ll fuck you where I want and how I want.” He glanced at the road. “We’re hidden by the trees, but if I wanted to take you out on that road and fuck you in front of the folks of Hambleton, I’d do it, and d’ya know why?”
I shook my head, too shocked and suddenly way too turned on to speak.
“’Cause you’re mine and if I have to prove to every man in this town—including Donovan fucking O’Shea—what that means, I’ll fuck you all day long and sell ‘em tickets to the greatest show on Earth.” Colt roughly spread my legs until they lay flat on either side of me, getting me opened as wide as he could before maneuvering between my thighs and yanking my panties to one side.
Anticipation thrummed through my veins and our eyes locked.
“Let this be a lesson in ownership,” he said flatly, before his hips lunged forward and he drove his cock into me with one hard thrust.
My back arched off the hood and I cried my pleasure into the cold ether.
Colt threw his head back and yelled. “Fuckin’ goddamn.” His hips bucked roughly into me, and my pussy clenched involuntarily around his beautiful hard cock as he fucked his frustration out of him and into me.
“This ismycunt,” he gritted through clenched teeth, ramming his cock into me so roughly that I felt the soft skin of my core swell from the force of it. “I’ll video myself painting it with my cum and send it to that O’Shea fuck. Asshole needs to understand who owns this shit.”
I moaned at the mere thought.
Even though I knew I should have been disgusted by his words, I loved the possession in them, the obvious fury he felt toward another man trying to take me away. God help me, I always thought I was a modern, independent woman, but this man reduced me to my baser instincts.
He turned me inside out and I loved it.
“Fucker think he can touch what’s mine,” Colt rasped, grinding his cock savagely into me. “I’ll break every finger he lays on you. This pretty cunt’s mine, you saved it for me. I’ll kill him if he tries.”
I whimpered, my back writhing on the hood like a snake as I took the pounding from his cock. I’d never felt so packed full before and my pussy wept at the filthiness of his words and the images they conjured in my mind.
A sound rumbled from the road.
My head turned toward a vehicle approaching in the distance and my pussy gushed a little more moisture over his hard length.
Colt cursed. “That’s it. Soak my cock,” he snarled, fucking me so hard my body moved up the hood. “Show me who owns you, Princess.”
I knew we were covered by the trees, but I also knew if someone peered closely enough through their window, they’d see Colt fucking me like an animal. My body seemed to love the idea because despite the biting cold, my skin burned so hot it itched.
He forcibly grabbed my jaw and tugged my face back toward him. “Eyes on me,” he ordered roughly. “Stay with me and take what I fuckin’ give you.” His hands came to my hips, his strong fingers digging into my skin, enabling him to hold me down and brutally drive into me. “Nobody but me is ever getting into this perfect little cunt, Freya, so you better start liking it ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you so hard, and so often, I’ll break you.”