Page 122 of The Toy Collector

“Tell me you still want this,” I demand, holding still inside her, my forehead pressed to hers. I don’t need her consent, I already have that. But Ineedto hear the words to sate the primal beast inside me.

“I want this.” Her voice breaks on the words. “I want you. Now fuck me, Lorenzo. Stop holding back.”

I begin to move then, each thrust harder than the last. Her back slams against the wall, but she meets me force for force, pulling me deeper, urging me on with breathless pleas. The sound of skin against skin, of her wet heat taking me in, fills the apartment.

Every thrust is a threat. A vow. A silent reminder that no one else will ever fuck her like this—because no one else will ever get the chance.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl into her ear, feeling her tighten around me.

I shift my angle, and the second I hit that spot, her breath catches. She claws at my shoulders, back arching hard. One more thrust and she breaks—screaming into my mouth as her pussy milks me, clenching around me.

“Fuck!” she cries, undulating her hips in greedy motions.

Her refusal to say the words should infuriate me, but somehow it only makes me want her more. My perfect, stubborn toy, still fighting even as she gives herself to me completely.

Before either of us can come, I carry her to the bedroom, keeping my cock inside her. She rotates her hips, seeking friction and movement while clinging to me, wild with need.

I place her on all fours on the bed, positioning myself behind her. “Look at you,” I breathe, running my hands over the curve of her ass, the arch of her spine. I trace the tight ring of her asshole, not pressing—just circling. A warning. A promise. Her breath hitches, and I grin. “One day, Toy,” I murmur. “Every inch of you will be mine.”

I slide back into her in one long, relentless thrust that makes her bury her face in the pillow to muffle her scream. I grab her hair, pulling her head back.

“Let me hear you,” I command, setting a ruthless pace. “Let me hear what I do to you.”

She obeys, each thrust pulling a raw moan from her throat. I watch where our bodies join, mesmerized by the sight of her taking all of me, again and again. Her back gleams with sweat, muscles tensing as she pushes back to meet each thrust.

“Harder,” she begs, and I comply, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me how deep you want me,” I growl.

“Deep enough to ruin me,” she pants. “Make me feel it. Show me what it means to belong to a kingmaker.”

“Tell me,” I repeat, my voice filled with gravel.

She mewls when I slide one hand to her tits, pinching her pert nipple. “Fuck. Ah, okay. Fuck me like you own me,” she chokes out. “Like you own everything else.” She cries out, bucking hard as I circle her clit with ruthless precision.

I’m beyond gentleness now, beyond restraint. I fuck her with everything I am—the monster, the man, the obsessive shadow who has wanted her from the first moment. And she matches me, stroke for stroke, moan for moan, as if she was made for this, for me.

I feel her start to tighten around me; her moans becoming desperate, breathless. My hand slides beneath her to rub her clit, pushing her toward the edge.

“Come for your kingmaker,” I demand, pounding into her. “Come on my dick while I fill you.”

Her whole body tenses, then breaks, clenching around me in waves as she cries out my name. The sight of her—head thrown back, body shaking beneath mine, taking everything I give her—pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck, I love you,” I growl as I break apart inside her, the words ripped from the rawest part of me. The place where she lives now.

My cock jerks, emptying everything I have inside her. Every thrust and every drop is a brand, sealing her to me from the inside out.

I collapse beside her, pulling her sweat-slick body against mine. Her heart races beneath my palm, gradually slowing as we both catch our breath. I press my lips to her shoulder, tasting salt and wine and completion.

She knows me now—my name, my power, my obsession. And still, she’s here. Still, she’s mine. Even if she won’t say the words yet, I can feel the truth of it in how her body yields to mine, in how she turns in my arms to kiss me again, softer now but no less hungry.

I have given her my darkest truths, and she has given me absolution in return. My toy isn’t blind, and she’s definitely not naïve. She knows what being with me means, and she’s staying anyway. Not to be saved, but to burn beside me.

Chapter 43

Piper

It’s been two days since we arrived here in Cleveland, and we’ve barely left the apartment. Ever since Enzo told me who he is, there’s been an insatiable hum under my skin. I swear, I’ve tried insisting we go sightseeing, but one glance from him, and I’m a panting mess, wanting his dick, his mouth, even his fingers, until I can barely walk.

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