Page 85 of Bittersweet Endings
“Octavia,” I warned. “You know I’m the only one who can give you what you need. What you crave. You can keep lying to yourself, or you can stop running and fucking take it.”
Her breath shuddered as she slowly crawled forward, her eyes locked on mine.
I tilted my head, my smirk widening. “That’s my girl.”
I dragged my fingers down her jaw, tracing the delicate column of her throat until I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed. The way her pulse hammered beneath my touch was fucking intoxicating.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over her lips. “My perfect little doll.”
I felt the shiver that ran through her as I let my hand wander lower. Over the curves of her body, the smooth skin beneath my palm. She was always so soft for me, always melting. No matter how hard she tried to pretend otherwise.
I lifted my hand and brought it down sharply between her thighs. The sound cracked through the room, her gasp turning into a low, wanton moan. I wanted her fuckin’ panting under me.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, gripping her hips as she trembled. “That’s it, little doll. Let me hear you.”
Her nails dug into my thighs, a desperate attempt to ground herself. I didn’t want her to have control. That belonged to me. As much as she fought me for it, it had been too long since she’d felt that real part of me.
I repeated the action, watching the way she sucked in a sharp breath. The way her body jerked. Her skin was already flushed, heat radiating from the spot where I’d smacked her, but I wasn’t done. Fuckin’ far from it.
I gripped her chin, tilting her face up to mine, and her pupils dilated and her lips parted as she panted through the pleasure and pain.
“You can fight it all you want,” I murmured, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “But in the end, you always break for me. Now. Say it.”
She swallowed hard, her body betraying her as she pressed herself closer, seeking more. “I need you.”
The words left her mouth barely above a whisper, but they carried the weight of everything between us. I smirked, trailing my fingers along her spine. I was a madman, goddamn obsessed with the way she arched against my touch.
“That’s it. My little doll needs to come. But you’ll only do it for me, right?” I pushed her onto the sofa and quickly undressed, my dick aching.
Then I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I slammed into her. My cock claiming every inch of her body as mine. She gasped, her spine arching and her nails dragging down my back.
She writhed beneath me, her breath coming out in ragged pants as she tried to dictate the rhythm, tried to take what she wanted. But I wasn’t having that. I wrapped a hand around herthroat, forcing her gaze to mine. She wouldn’t look away. She needed to see who owned her.
“Where do you think you’re going, little doll?” My voice told her how much I needed her too. “You were made to be mine.”
“For today,” she moaned. “F-for right now, I’m yours.”
“You’ll always be mine,” I growled.
I grazed my free hand down her stomach, between her thighs, pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her melt. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body clenching around me.
“Open your eyes.” I tightened my grip on her throat.
Her lashes fluttered, her dark gaze locking on to mine again. And, fuck, if that wasn’t the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
“That’s it,” I murmured, rolling my hips slow and deep, pulling her closer and closer to the edge. “Now, tell me. Who owns you?”
She shook her head, refusing to say it. Stubborn as always. I smirked, pressing harder, thrusting deeper. Her pleasure was making her wild, reckless.
“Say it.” My chest heaved.
“You,” she whispered, her voice breaking into a groan. “You own me.”
A wicked smile curled my lips as I watched her come undone. As I felt her body tremble and tighten around me. This moment, how she fell apart, this was why I’d become obsessed. She fit me perfectly.
“Good girl. Now come, little doll,” I said, and she shattered around me, squeezing the fuck out of my cock.
Unable to stop myself, I came too. Before I scooped her up and carried her into her bedroom. Tossing her onto the bed, where I took her again. Slower, yet harder. Sweeter, yet punishing.
