Chapter 6
six
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Sabien
She's silhouetted against the city lights, so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at her.
My jacket still hangs from her shoulders, marking her as mine.
Her scent mingles with my cologne now, the combination hitting something primal in my brain.
Mine. Take. Keep. The civilized veneer I've maintained all night is wearing dangerously thin.
She asks why I intervened. Like she doesn't understand the effect she has.
Like she can't feel the leash I've put on the beast inside me straining to the breaking point.
I move closer to her and her eyes widen, lips parting slightly. Not in fear—in curiosity. Dangerous, dangerous curiosity.
"What now?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.
God help me, she's asking for this. Begging for it. Doesn't she understand what she's doing to me? What I'll do to her if she keeps looking at me like that?
I step closer, caging her against the glass.
My arms bracket her head, palms flat on the window.
She's trapped between my body and the city spread out sixty floors below.
I tower over her, muscle and bone and barely leashed violence.
She should be terrified. Should be pushing me away, running for the door.
Instead, she looks up at me with those big innocent eyes, waiting for my answer.
"I want to own you, little one." My voice drops low, rumbling from deep in my chest. The brutal honesty spills out, unstoppable now. "I want to strip you bare, spread these pretty thighs, and fuck you raw until you're swollen with my kid."
Her breath catches. Her pupils dilate until those beautiful eyes are mostly black.
"I'm obsessed," I continue, leaning closer until my lips nearly brush her ear. "Have been since the moment I saw you on that stage. And I'm not letting you go."
She gasps—but doesn't pull away. Doesn't slap me. Doesn't run.
Instead, she presses closer.
The movement is tiny. Unconscious maybe. Her body swaying toward mine like a flower seeking sun. But it's enough. Enough to snap that final thread of control I've been clinging to all night.
My hands move from the glass to grip her waist. One slides up to tangle in her hair, tilting her face up to mine. I hold her there, making her look at me, making sure she sees exactly what she's dealing with.
"Last chance to run, Clara," I warn her, voice rough with restraint. "Because once I start, I'm not stopping."
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The sight of it—pink and quick—makes my cock throb painfully.
"I don't want to run," she whispers.
Those five words demolish me.
I'm going to ruin her. Going to split her open on my cock until she can't remember her own name, just mine. Going to pump her so full of my cum that it leaks out of her for days. Going to mark her, claim her, make her so thoroughly mine that no other man will ever dare to look at her again.
And she's asking for it. Begging for it with those eyes, that soft body pressed against mine.
My hand tightens in her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to control. To show her who she belongs to now.
"You understand what I'm saying to you?" I need to be sure. Need her to know exactly what she's agreeing to. "I don't just want to fuck you, Clara. I want to own you. Every inch. Every breath. Everything you are belongs to me now."
She trembles, but not with fear. I can smell her arousal, sweet and heady in the air between us. Her nipples have hardened, pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. Her thighs shift restlessly, seeking friction.
"Yes," she breathes. "I understand."
"No, you don't," I growl, pulling her head back further to expose the delicate line of her throat. "You have no fucking idea what I'm going to do to you. How I'm going to ruin you for any other man. How I'm going to make you beg and scream and come until you pass out."
Her eyes flutter closed, a small moan escaping those perfect lips.
"Look at me," I command.
She obeys instantly, eyes snapping open to meet mine. So responsive. So perfect.
"Tell me you want this," I demand. "Tell me you want me to take you. Claim you. Make you mine."
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breath coming in short little pants. "I want it," she whispers, then stronger: "I want you to make me yours."
My control shatters.
I crash my mouth down on hers, devouring her like a starving man. She makes a startled sound that quickly melts into a moan as I lick into her mouth, claiming every inch. Her lips are soft, pliant, opening eagerly for me. I taste wine and sweetness and innocence.
My hands move frantically now, one still gripping her hair, the other sliding down to cup her ass, grinding her against my rock-hard cock. Even through our clothes, the pressure makes her gasp into my mouth.
I walk her backward until her back hits the glass, pinning her there with my body. She's so small compared to me, so delicate I could break her if I'm not careful. The thought should make me gentle. Instead, it makes me harder, more desperate to claim what's mine.
"Feel what you do to me," I growl against her lips, grinding my erection against her soft belly. "Feel how hard I am for you. Been like this since I first saw you."
Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in even through my shirt. "Sabien," she whimpers, my name a prayer on her lips.
I move to her neck, tasting the delicate skin there, marking her with my teeth. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark. A brand. Everyone will know she belongs to someone now.
"Going to take care of you," I promise against her throat. "Going to give you everything you need. Going to fuck this sweet virgin pussy until you're ruined for anyone else."
She moans, head falling back against the glass, offering more of her neck to my mouth. So trusting. So perfect.
Mine. Forever.
My hands find the thin straps of her dress, ready to push them down, to expose her to my hungry gaze. But something stops me. Some last shred of sanity.
I pull back just enough to look at her face. She's flushed, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes glazed with desire. The sight nearly brings me to my knees.
“I’m going to ask you once last time, Clara. Are you sure?" I ask, the question costing me everything. “Because this will only end one way, and that’s with my ring on your finger.”
Her answer will determine everything.