Chapter Six #2
And it should make me nervous. I haven’t seen his eyes turn so dark before and it ought to scare me a little but it doesn’t.
All I can think as I look at him is that he’s mine.
I'm the only one he gets to look at with those hot and wildly blue eyes.
I feel my heart clench so hard with love that it actually hurts.
I want him.
To touch him. Feel the press of that hard body against mine and get his assurance about our uncertain future but when I start to reach for him, he grabs my arms and I find myself backed to the wall. “Pope,” I gasp when he pins them behind my back, those heated eyes on mine. “W-what?”
“You let him touch you!” he grinds out, his voice dangerously low and I am stunned by the arousal that hits me at the possessiveness I read in his eyes and hear in his voice.
The primal display of dominance as he pins my wrist to the wall above my head, leaning closer until I can see the dark in his ocean blues. “I could break him into pieces.”
He’s jealous.
Of Danny? It’s absolutely ludicrous for him to think that I would ever prefer another man over him but I try to contain my laughter.
Still, it seeps through, with the way my eyes light up with humor and when his eyes narrow on me, I decide damage control is the best solution before poor Danny finds himself missing teeth.
“He likes someone else,” I say, in an effort to placate him. “I was just congratulating him. It was all innocent.”
“Would you feel the same if you walked in on me hugging another woman?”
The smile on my lips freezes and however hypocritical of me, I find myself getting upset by the mere thought of Pope touching another woman. He wouldn’t dare, right? Still, I can’t push out the thought he’s planted in my mind.
“Let me go,” I hiss, squirming against his hold. “You’ve made your point, now release me.”
But he doesn't. Instead, he pushes up against me, pressing his body hard against mine, so that I feel his growing arousal against my hip. I suck in a sharp breath despite myself, wet heat flooding to the spot between my legs. “No one touches you,” he says roughly, pushing in until his lips are inches from mine, his breath brushing softly against mine. “I don’t care if you touch them first. They’re dead the second they lay a finger on you. ”
It’s wrong and toxic of him to impose such rules on something as innocent as what he walked in on but I can’t exactly say I don’t want the same rules for him. The thought of another woman. . .“No one touches me,” I whisper.
“You’re mine!”
“I get it, okay, I won’t let another man touch me,” I say, a little petulantly and when his eyes flash, I feel a shiver run down my back. It shouldn’t surprise me when I’m spun around to face the wall but it does. “Pope. W-what are you doing?”
“It’s clear to me that you don’t understand how serious I am. You have to be punished for letting another man put his hands on you.”
Panic and arousal fight for dominance at his words.
Punishment? I am twenty-four years old for Christ’s sake, surely, he doesn’t mean to…
“Pope!” I gasp when he pulls down my pants, leaving them to drop to my ankles then yanks down my panties, leaving my ass bare.
“You can’t do this in here!” Or at all. I try to reason even as my sex floods with heat, growing slick by the second.
It feels wrong to enjoy his aggression but my body doesn’t seem to care. “Pope.”
He doesn't respond but instead presses his left hand to my back and uses his right to pull my hips back, bending me at an angle so that my back is arching.
I flush, equal amounts of turned on and embarrassed.
“You belong to me, little rabbit,” he breathes against my neck and a whimper slips from my lips when he grips my right butt cheek and kneads it roughly.
“If I see him or anyone else touch you… God help me but they won’t have a hand to use anymore.
Do you understand?" When I don't immediately respond, he swats my ass twice on each cheek, drawing a cry from my lips.
“Yes, I understand,” I whimper, my brain trying to make sense of why I like this atrocious thing he’s doing to me.
“You’re mine!”
His calloused hand fondles my ass cheeks before slapping the left, harder this time.
I cry out at the burn that spreads through my cheek, whimpering when he does again on the same spot, sending a mix of pain and pleasure rocking through me.
“Yours,” I sob when he swats my ass, fingers clawing on the wall as my sex clenches hard…
empty. Needy. “I’m yours. Only yours,” I sob, hoping for some kind of relief for the ache between my legs. “Please…”
“What do you need?” he rasps thickly behind me, his lips caressing my nape even as his hand fondles my burning ass cheek. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You. Only you.”
“Exactly,” he growls, and my eyelids start to droop when his hand mercifully works between my legs.
A whimper strangles my throat when he dips his middle fingers over my sodden sex, pressing against my entrance.
My knees tremble, breath rushes out of me in a moan when he slides his thick digit into my entrance.
“You’re dripping, baby,” he rasps into my neck, his breath caressing my skin and sending goosebumps all over my body.
Slowly, he pulls out his finger, making me whimper.
"By the time I'm through, everyone in this building will know you’re mine. "
I bite down a scream when he shoves his finger deep and hard into me, filling my aching sex, stretching my feminine flesh and leaving me shaky.
I barely manage to contain the next cry as he strokes me, pushing his digit in and out of me a few times before adding another.
He kisses my neck, shoulder, his breathing labored against mine as he fingers me.
I feel the threat of the orgasm, the moment so sinful, I'm certain I'm not going to last but then…
he scissors his fingers, sending shock waves through my body.
I cry out as the orgasm tears through me, the surprise of it leaving me breathless.
"Oh God. Pope… Oh God!" I chant, my weak knees buckling as he fucks his digits into me, faster than before.
I cry out when his other hand slides between my thighs and strums at my clit.
The next wave of the orgasm is just as strong as the first, if not stronger.
My sex tightens hard around his fingers, spasming as he keeps thrusting his fingers into me. Faster and harder. Deeper.
I’m shaking, trembling and panting when he pulls his fingers out of me and I’ve barely caught my breath before I feel the brunt tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. “So beautiful,” he mutters into my hair. “I can’t quit you. Won’t let anyone else have you. You’re mine!”
This time, I scream when he slams into me, loud enough for it to carry outside the room. I know I should care that there are people out there who can probably hear me, but I can’t focus on that thought long enough to put it into practice.
God.
I lose all sense of time, of place, until only feeling remains.
The deep ache in my sex, spreading through my body and stopping at the tip of my toes.
I drop my forehead against the cool wall, my moans echoing in the room as his fat manhood slams in and out of me.
His mutters words into my skin, ones I can’t make out but the roughness in his voice is enough to express his sentiments.
His hand grips my hips as he rams into me, faster and harder…
deeper with every stroke. I feel my muscles coil as the threat of another orgasm comes.
“Pope,” I choke out, trembling when his right hand drops back between my legs, strumming my clit in rough circles, hammering into me like a madman.
I sob for more, blood pounding in my ears as my body braces for the storm and when it comes, it threatens to drown me.
I scream, my sex squeezing his cock hard as waves and waves of pleasure roll through me, making my toes curl. Stealing my breath from my lungs. He follows with a roar, biting into my shoulder as his cock swells inside of me seconds before he floods my womb with his seed.
I’m a mess, trembling and shaking from the intensity of my “punishment.” Reeling from how crazy it was to have sex in such a public place, a room where anyone could walk in and find me with my pants around my ankles and this dangerous man buried balls deep inside of me.
He had a point to prove.
I’m certain Pope meant every single word he said. “You belong to me,” he rasps possessively, brushing his lips over the spot he bit. “I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.”
I nod, feeling deliciously sore and limber. I never would have guessed that I would enjoy being marked and claimed so thoroughly but now, there is no doubt in my mind about where we’ll be once the next two years are over.