Page 230 of Psycho

I took control and pushed my hips up, fucking her from the bottom.

Her muscles gave out, and she stayed there and let me do with her as I wished, making these little noises that just about pushed me over the edge.

I inserted one finger inside her tight little asshole when I moved, and she let out a small cry of pleasure as more arousal flooded between us.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good. You’re mine, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “Yours.”

“And you’re never leaving me, are you?”

I fucked her harder.

“I’m never leaving you,” she echoed.

She screamed out my name, her tears soaking my skin as she came.

Her orgasm sent me over the edge.

Blood roared in my ears as I shouted out my release, filling her up with my cum and feeling a sense of satisfaction at marking her as mine like that.

Mine.

Mine then, mine forever.

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She gently playedwith the bubbles that sat on top of the bath water as I gently worked the cloth over her skin, cleaning her up and watching her.

I didn’t think there would ever be a moment in time when I didn’t watch her.

Four years had passed since that night when I thought she would be taken away from me, and time hadn’t lessened my need to be as close to her as possible.

And they had been four blissful years.

Sure, sometimes, we got into it with the occasional gang that tried to take Sacramento, and California, away from the King’s Men—but we quickly obliterated them all.

There were no more wars.

No more stupid fuckers causing trouble.

And I didn’t need to be away from her for more than a day, save for that week I left her soon after she had graduated high school to go hunting.

The three stupid fuckers had hauled ass out of California as soon as they graduated, but I wasn’t going to make the same mistake with them as I did with Garrett.

I protected what was mine, and those fuckers touched the most important person in my world.

I didn’t tell her where I went, and she didn’t ask.

Lainey knew the kind of man I was, but I knew she would much rather have her head buried in the sand when it came to things like this than know the details.

There had been a brief moment when she mourned her father’s death, and I suspected she knew I was the one who killed him, but that mourning period came and went, and that was all there was to it.

She shivered when I brought the cloth over her nipple.

She smiled and looked back at me, happiness radiating from her.

Happiness that I vowed I would kill to keep.

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