Page 102 of Pretty Little Fears

“F-f-fuck, that feels so good.”Imewl, pushing my hips back, wanting to feel him deeper.Wantingto feel him everywhere.Wetkisses are placed along my throat until he bites down.Ilet out a choked desperate noise, the feeling of pure euphoria coasting over my limbs.

Mypussy spasms around his cock as he continues his relentless pace. “That’smy good girl.Cummingon my cock, strangling me with your tight pussy.Fuck.”Whitespots dance across my vision.

Emmett’space falters as he thrusts his hips.Comingdown from my high as he slams all the way forward, letting out a guttural groan as he releases into me.Ifeel his cock jerk as his cum fills me up.Hegives his hips a few small pumps, seemingly burying it inside of me.

Hepulls out and immediately grips my hips, keeping me from moving.Ipeer over my shoulder to see him staring at the spot between my legs. “Youlook so fucking good filled with my cum.Mmm.Fuckingmine.”Hedrags his finger through some of the thick, white substance that started to drip out.

Withhis finger coated in cum, he starts to write a letter on my ass.Bythe movement of his finger,Iknow he wrote anE. “Lookat you with my initial on your ass.Coveredand filled with my cum.Sucha good fucking girl, little obsession.”Heleans down and bites my other cheek, hard enough to leave teeth imprints in my skin. “Youhold my cum in you and you wear my fucking initial on your skin.Youlook so beautiful.”

Iroll my eyes at his possessiveness, even though it sparks something deep inside me.I’dbe lying ifIsaid his obsession didn’t feel good.Thatit didn’t make me feel cherished, important.

Wanted.

Iget up and attempt to wipe off the quickly drying cum on my asscheek whenEmmett’shand wraps around my throat.Hisgrip is tight, but not tight enough to hurt or constrict my breathing. “Leavemy initial on you,Blair.Letmy cum dry up and stay there.Ifyou remove it thenI’llhave to punish you, which will result in a permanentEin your skin.Doyou understand me?”

Heyanks me to him by my neck and kisses my forehead before releasing me. “Youbelong to me.Yourpussy filled with my cum is mine, your heart is mine, your fucking soul is mine.”Hegrowls.

“Iown you.”Myeyes whip to his and my heart thumps wildly in my chest.

“Don’tforget, you own me too,Blair.Ibelong to you.Youcould destroy and rebuild me as you please, butIam ultimately yours.”

Hekisses my forehead like he didn’t just threaten to brand me ifIremove his cum from my skin.Idon’t doubt for a second that he would, either.

Ishake my head and lay back down, letting his cum dry to my skin.Helifts me slightly and brings himself under me soI’mlying against his body.Iwatch the littleBon his arm move as he lifts his hand to rub my back.

It’ssomethingI’venoticed recently, andIhaven’t asked him when he got it.Hebranded himself with my initial, whether it was to reassure me thatIown him or not, is the question.Itshouldn't shock me that he would go as far as to brand me too.Minutespass by in silence as we lay together.It’speaceful.

Whilewe lay there,Itrace my fingers down the hard muscles of his chest.

“CanItake you somewhere?”Iask.

Helooks down at me with a soft smile, “Ofcourse, baby.I’llfollow you anywhere.”Hekisses my head and my heart starts to pick up.Ishared my demons with him, my pain.Whydoes it feel scarier to share my dreams?

Weget up and get ready to leave the house.We’reabout to leave as mom returns home from the store.Emmettoffers to help her put the groceries away, making sure to pull his dimple out every time he smiles at her.IswearIcatch her blushing.

AblackSUVis waiting for us outside.Iturn toEmmett, my brows furrowing.

“Carservice?”Iask, peering up at him.

“Yeah, something like that.”Hesays with a smirk.

Wewalk up to the car and he opens the passenger door, waiting for me to get settled in, then shuts the door.Roundingthe front of the car, he gets into the driver’s side and starts the engine.

“So, where are we going?”Heasks with a smile.

Myheart thumps at the sight of his dimples andIgive him directions to my second home and my father’s legacy, “Bub’sGrubs.”

Besidesmy guidance, the ride is quiet.It’scalming andEmmettdoesn’t pressure me for more.Instead, he connects his playlist and lets the songs roll out.FuckEmOnlyWeKnowbyBankssounds throughout the car speakers andIlook over atEmmett.Hissharp, angled jaw flexes and he smiles, giving me a sidelong glance.

“It’smy dad’s restaurant and my reasoning behind being a business major atBlackwood,”Isay, anxiously peeling at the skin around my nails.Ilower the volume and continue.

“Oncehe passed, it felt like it was my responsibility to keep it up and running.Heput so much time, effort, and love intoBub’s.Iwant it to stay open for as long as possible, in his honor.”Ishare.

Emmettreaches over the center console and grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together.

“That’sawesome, baby.Ican’t wait to see it.”Thecrater in his cheek makes yet another appearance andIcan feel the pool between my legs forming.I’llnever get tired of seeing this happy, smiley side of him.Iwant to see that smile every day, forever.

Wepark andIpractically run inside.Thankfully,Emmetthas no problem keeping up with me as his long legs carry him across the parking lot.Justas we make our way inside the front doors,Ispot the landlord exiting dad’s old office.He’san older man in his late seventies, with sun-spotted skin and kind eyes.Iflash him a bright smile that slowly dies asItake in the look on his face.Helooks sympathetic butIdon't understand why?

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