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“I’m begging you,” I muttered, tears streaking my face. “I need this. I need it to go away. Please, Derek. I need you.”
He stopped and stared at me, letting me simmer in shame. Then he struck again, and again, until the pain lashed all over my body, even my heart. And I criedpleaseuntil the word didn’t make sense anymore, until the words fell down around us. Nothing mattered. Nothing but this.
He slapped my face to make me stop crying, but I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me, then dug my nails into his back, scraping down. He sneered at me, his teeth bared, then put a hand on my throat, keeping me pinned there.
“Listen to me very carefully, Mads,” he said, his voice calm. He pressed his cock between my pussy lips, and I spread my legs, thrusting my hips forward, wanting so badly to feel anything and everything, to distract myself from what was happening. To forget. But he stopped me. Wouldn’t let me feel him there. “I’ve never understood my feelings for you. Not since you first walked into my penthouse. I could never decide whether I wanted to fuck your brains out and degrade you like a whore, or keep you around, worshipping you like a queen. But none of that matters now, because what I do know, is that you’re mine, Mads. Whether you like it or not. WhetherIlike it or not. And I want to protect you. Even the parts of you that you keep away from me. But you have to let me in,” at those words, his voice quieted. “Even if it hurts.”
I closed my eyes, unable to look at him, trying to convince myself that this was all a dream, that I would wake up soon, but he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues colliding with heat, and I knew this wasn’t a dream, and I didn’t want to be asleep anymore, to have these memories wash away with the morning light.I’m here,I wanted to say.I’m still here. I haven’t run away. And I wouldn’t run away. Because you deserve better. Your family deserves better. I’ve never known a family like yours but I know that you would love my son like he was your own. You would love him like the family I never had.
His cock pressed deep inside of me then, so deep that it hurt; the tears erupted all over again with that pain. I gasped into his mouth, and he thrust inside again, making me take every inch, every part of himself that he could give.
“Your stepdad doesn’t own you,” Derek murmured. He thrust again, his breathing heavy. “Muro doesn’t own you.” I bit my lip, staring into him, trying so hard to listen, to not be afraid. He raised his voice, “Iown you.”
He pressed his lips into mine, forcing me to comply, not giving me a chance to retaliate. And I was grateful for those lack of words. Because what could I say?
I wanted him to own me. But the truth had me wrapped inside of its chains.
CHAPTER 20
Derek
I kissed her, fucked her, praised her through the afternoon and into the night, until she was so overstimulated with pleasure and pain that she finally stopped crying. Until she couldn’t feel anything but me anymore.Us.I was holding onto that hope that I could trust her. That if Maddie told me the truth—if she killed Muro herself—that maybethiswould be our shared past. That this wouldn’t matter anymore.
But things were never that easy.
The next morning, it was eerily quiet for a tourist hub, but I tried to take it in for what it was. We were getting closer; I could feel it in my blood. There would be death soon.
But it would be Muro’s death. I would make sure of it.
I got us breakfast, quickly scarfing down my pastry, then settled Maddie’s on her nightstand. I added a bottle of leather conditioner, positioning my boots to the side, hinting at what she was supposed to do without saying a word. She stirred, her eyes filled with sleep, and I kissed her forehead, pressing my lips against her soft skin. I resisted the urge to touch her. She needed this to herself, this small moment of peace, more than I did.
I let her sleep into the early afternoon.
“Smells like coffee,” she finally said, stirring.
“Cold coffee,” I said, “and a guava pastry.”
She smiled, then sat up. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw what was waiting for her. The boots, a symbol of power and dominance, titillated her like I knew it would. My cock thickened, but I kept still. I had worked her into exhaustion yesterday; today needed to be on her time.
Because soon, we wouldn’t have time to waste.
After she ate, Maddie kneeled on the ground, her thick thighs pooling beneath her, a luscious sight that made me ache. Her ass round and heavy, and all mine. Her eyes concentrated on the leather, using the solution to soothe the material from the rain damage, but I didn’t care about the boots. This was a way to soothe Maddie. To give her a mindless task that she could lose herself in, to give her an escape from her thoughts.
An escape from my thoughts too.
With my hands on my knees, my dick growing against my thigh, I watched her, my slut eager to do whatever I wanted, even if that meant polishing my boots. I rubbed my dick through my pants, admiring her. The red hair on her neck. The healing cut on her chin. The faint scar on her cheek. Her plump belly that I wanted to run my hands over, to squeeze and kiss and devour. I drank her in, every part of her. I had wanted this to solely be about the act of service, but now, I was second-guessing it. Perhaps we could get lost inside of each other one last time before the rest of the world caved in.
I stepped closer. Though she stayed focused on the task, Maddie’s eyes twitched; she noticed I was coming. She kept polishing the leather, worshipping her king. I stepped between her legs, nudging her thighs to the side. Making her part her pussy lips for me. Once she was open, I dragged my foot to her pussy, her warmth on my toes. Her whole body pulsed with energy.
She took in my feet, my thighs, my stomach, my face. I bent down, putting a finger under her chin.
“Mads,” I said.
“Derek,” she said quietly. “I—”
I put a finger to my lips, quieting her speech. “Don’t speak. Not yet.” I put my hand back under her chin, cupping her, making her look up at me. “I meant every word I said yesterday.” I stared into her soul, daring her to tell me differently. “I love you.”
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, rattling loudly. Both of us froze in place, waiting for it to stop. Perhaps we had dreamed it.
