Page 151 of Crave
His hand wrapped around my throat.
“Say it,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”
My throat worked, the words tangled somewhere deep inside me.
His grip tightened, forcing me to feel the sheer power of him, the absolute truth in his touch.
And when I whispered, “Yes,” it wasn’t surrender. “I’m yours.”
It was a revelation.
Because I’d known it all along.
I belonged to them.
And he was never letting me go.
I was still trapped in the whispers.
They coiled around me, sliding inside my mind, threading through my veins.
There is no escape, Angel. No escape from us. No escape from what you are.
I stopped fighting.
Theo didn’t notice.
His grip on my wrists was iron, his breath ragged and scorching against my skin. His body pinned me down, his hands branding me as his fucking possession.
“This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Theo growled, his voice thick with something raw and violent.
My lips parted, but I didn’t speak.
I didn’t need to.
Because he already knew.
He reached down, yanking Silas’s t-shirt up and pulled my panties aside, not even stopping to pull them off before he lifted his hips, rearing backwards. The second he slammed inside me, my body arched, my breath ripped from my lungs.
Theo didn’t move slow. He didn’t tease, didn’t wait.
This was brutal. Desperate. A war he was fighting with himself as he thrust inside me over and over.
Every brutal blow was punishment, but not for me—for him.
Because I’d run.
Because I had almost left him.
Because no matter how much he owned me, I would always belong to something else first.
And then, my lips moved.
Soft.
Reverent.
A whisper that wasn’t mine to give.
