Chapter Twenty-Six #3
My hand wrapped around her throat, holding her against the mattress as I slowed my movements. She whined in protest and tried to move her hips. Using my free arm, I held her down by her midsection. My cock hovered over her entrance, weeping for her.
“Tell your demon what he needs to hear,” I growled, my lips brushing against hers.
“I love you.”
Thrust.
Instantly, I was inside of her to the hilt, my balls meeting her skin, filling her in the way we both knew she needed. Her cry of pleasure tested my sanity as her pussy quivered around my cock. My eyes rolled back.
“Fuck,” I hissed before pulling out and slamming back into her.
“Ahh, so big…” Her nails were digging into my shoulder blades, probably drawing blood. I didn’t care. I would wear those scars proudly. I fucked her hard, showing no fucking mercy.
I ducked my head and found her ear again, my hand flexing on her throat. “I almost died tonight. The thought of never seeing you or being inside of you again fucking broke me, Karina.”
Her pussy clenched around me as she let out a breathless moan. “Died?”
“You are mine.”
Thrust.
“This pussy is mine.”
Thrust.
“Your heart is mine.”
Thrust.
“And I am yours.”
Thrust.
“Collin—oh, fuck!”
I smiled into her neck as her climax took over. That’s my girl.
“Come all over Daddy’s cock, baby. Show me how much you love me,” I growled, sitting up and grabbing her hips. She cried and clawed at the sheets as I fucked her harder, her pussy tightening around me.
“Oh! Oh—Col. Fuck. Ahh!”
My head fell back, and I groaned her name.
More.
I needed more of her. The ache in my chest intensified, my jaw tightened.
She loved me.
A demon. A dirty homeless boy from Chicago. A product of rape. A man who was never supposed to be here. A murderer. A criminal. A host of a dark soul.
“Dammit,” I hissed, pulling out and flipping her over.
She shouldn’t love me.
Yet, she did.
She didn’t have to see me.
Yet, she did.
She didn’t have to smile at me.
Yet, she did.
She didn’t have to forgive me.
Yet, she did.
I hauled her up by her hips so her delicious ass was hanging in the air, an offering for me. “Mine,” I growled, slamming into her heat once more. My cock stretched her out fiercely, molding her pussy to fit me. Only me.
“I can’t— I can’t take it,” she screamed.
Her screams were for me and me alone. The world could hear them, but only I would cause them. I dove into her, deeper, faster, harder. Every ounce of rage, pain, and frustration that I'd felt, she was getting.
She shouldn’t love me. I wasn’t worth it, but she told me I was.
Damn if that didn’t make a broken, dark man like me feel good.
“You will. Take this cock,” I growled, gripping her hips harder. She would have bruises tomorrow morning. My marks. Evidence that she belonged to me. “Take me, angel. Take all of me.”
She threw her head back, clawing at the sheet beneath her as she screamed my name. “Col—Collin!”
“Yes, such a good fucking girl…” I hissed as my eyes rolled back from the pleasure of her tightening around me, savoring her climax.
Thunder and lightning cracked the sky open outside, the rain pouring down harder than before, only motivating me to fuck her harder.
“I want you to feel me for days, baby. This pussy is going to miss my cock, do you understand?”
She collapsed from exhaustion and pleasure, breathing hard as her eyes fluttered shut. My thrusts slowed as she coated my cock, savoring it as if I would never have it again.
I almost didn’t.
Tonight, I was at death’s door, and I didn’t want to be. For the first time in my hollow life, I felt whole, and I couldn’t lose that. It took standing in front of eternal damnation to realize that I wanted my angel with me, internal war be damned.
“No, no, gorgeous,” I whispered, covering her body with mine. “Your demon isn’t done with you yet.” I pulled her up against my chest as my free hand snaked underneath her to find her clit. As she squirmed for me, I began slamming into her again. She moaned, begged, and screamed.
“Give me one more, angel. Give Daddy one more,” I said against her ear.
She cried out my name over and over like a goddamn prayer as I wrapped my hand around her throat.
“You are the only one,” I rasped before I swelled inside her, filling her pussy with me.
“Col?” My hand stopped in the middle of her back.
“Hm?”
The storm was still raging outside, similar to the war raging inside my head. My angel was laying on my chest, her leg curled in between mine. I’d built a new fire for us before getting back into bed. After cleaning her up and getting her settled on me, we sat in a comfortable silence.
“What did you mean when you said you almost died tonight?” Her voice was soft and sated, but I heard the hesitation within it.
“I blew up a restaurant with my father inside.”
I expected shock but got something else entirely. “He told you?” she breathed.
I froze.
She sensed my tension and pushed up on her elbow so she could meet my eyes. Her blonde hair draped over her shoulder like a curtain of sunlight. Guilt masked her features.
“You knew.”
After a moment, she nodded. “Haley is the one who told me. She said there was a file…James Garner gave it to her.”
That was surprising. Agent Garner had been a pain in my ass for years, but he was smart, calculated. In a different life, perhaps he would have my respect. In this one, I just wanted to shoot him…most days.
Haley Austen would be the sole reason he would remain breathing, at least where I was concerned.
“She told me about the rings and said it came from a file,” I mused, my eyes drifting to the fire.
“Did you believe her when she told you?”
I sighed. Too many webs. “I’ve had my suspicions for some time, but I never acted on them until I had proof.”
“If you hadn’t gotten any proof, would you still be trying to overthrow him?”
I nudged her to lay back down, her head directly over my heart. She was the one who it beat for, after all. “It would have been passed to me anyways, it seems,” I admitted.
Even if I was just a last resort.
“What do you mean?”
“He came to California to have dinner and discuss his succession. He told me about my mother.”
It was her turn to freeze. Another sigh left me. “Haley told you about that too, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have let you see her, hm?” My eyes found hers again.
“Why did you?”
Because the thought of seeing you unhappy kills me.
“She'd been through a tragedy. I didn’t want her going through it alone. There is only so much a man can do to comfort a woman after she has been assaulted.”
She nodded and looked up at me.
“Are you alright?”
I flinched and raised a brow at her. “Excuse me?”
“Col, he's your father...”
“Was.”
She sat up right, taking her warmth with her. She turned to face me, holding the gray silk sheet to her chest. I didn’t like that, but that wasn’t what I should've been focusing on. Her blue eyes were wide as she gaped at me.
“Angel, either get back down here, or speak your mind. I’m exhausted,” I sighed.
“He’s dead?”
“The use of past tense should have been your answer,” I deadpanned, arching a brow.
“Col,” she breathed, covering her mouth as tears formed in her eyes.
Oh, fuck me.
“Karina?” I sat up, putting my hands on her shoulders.
“It’s finally over?”
Her words were laced with pain, so much pain. My angel’s family had been dealing with the mafia long before Dean Connors came into the picture.
“That’s a heavy question, baby,” I whispered, brushing her hair out from her face. She sniffled and looked out the window.
Fear crawled up my spine, fear that she was closing herself off. “What is it?”
After a long stretch of silence, she turned back to me. “Col, you have to tell me everything.”