15
THEON
She was on her way.
Bloody hell.
I walked away from my laptop and zipped up my shorts, willing my cock to get back down after I’d tried and terribly failed not to masturbate along with her. How could I not? She’d spread her legs and shoved that toy into herself over and over, moaning through it all as she played with her tits. It was impossible not to bring out my dick; it had perked up the second Ainsley wore that locket.
Finally.
I’d never gotten jealous of a thing before. Such as a sex toy. I’d been jealous of so many things when it came to Ainsley, especially her hands because they could touch and explore her body, but not a toy. Definitely because I’d never seen her use it.
But damn if she wasn’t the hottest thing when she screamed and came. I didn’t move for that entire time, completely enthralled by her. It was insane, I couldn’t even think.
I’d thought she couldn’t look more beautiful, but with that locket on her and her body so aroused I felt it through the screen, she looked…I didn’t even have the word for it.
Did she think of me when she fucked herself? Or was she thinking of something or someone else? Who could she have thought of? Nobody. The last time she was in a relationship was three years ago, and the said boy was dead. I wondered what made her come that hard. I wanted to see it again. And again. And again. Until I memorised the different sounds she made and how many times she made them.
I glanced down at my shorts to see my dick straining. This was why I didn’t want her here.
I meant what I said. I might really tackle her like an animal with the way my body sang like it had overdosed a drug. What I would do to her body, she’d feel it for days. And I also knew that once I was inside her, there was no way I would let her part from me. Ever. To me, that was bonding, that was the final claim, it was stronger than anything, and I didn’t think she was ready for that.
Three sharp bangs rattled my door, jerking me out of my thoughts. She’s here . Damn it. My cock jerked at the knowledge that she was within reach.
“Hey, asshole!” Ainsley’s voice pierced through the night air. “I know you’re in there! Open up, or you’re not gonna like what happens next.”
Her fists pounded the door again, relentless. I could hear the frustration in each hit, the raw anger radiating from her. She kept at it for five minutes, the sound echoing through the quiet evening, enough to make me wince for her hand.
“Fine,” she called out, her voice sharper now. “I’m calling the police. I know you’ve got other cameras in my house, and I’ve got this text as proof. Goodnight.”
Fuck.
I gritted my teeth and strode towards the door, yanking it open just as I saw her thumb on the dial button. Without thinking, I snatched the phone from her hand, the sharp motion blinding me to the real threat.
I didn’t see the knife until it was too late. A flash of silver sliced through the air, aiming for my shoulder. I moved just a second too slow. The blade grazed my skin, leaving a burning sting in its wake, and I hissed in pain, the knife falling from her hand and clattering to the floor.
Her scream followed immediately after, sharp and panicked. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t mean to—”
I silenced her, my hand clamping over her mouth as her terrified eyes locked on my shoulder. The phone in my other hand came to life, the officer’s voice on the other end crackling through the speaker.
“Sorry,” I said, not breaking eye contact with her face. “That was a mistake.” I cut the call, my voice low and controlled, despite the sharp, pulsating pain in my shoulder.
The cut stung like hell, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in my chest as I stared at her.
“I warned you to stay the fuck in your house.”
As though she just remembered why she was here, she averted her gaze from the bleeding shoulder and slapped my hand away from her mouth.
“That’s rich coming from you. You invaded my privacy and that’s all you can say?”
I relaxed, if only it could reduce the speed at which blood flowed to my cock at the reminder of how her face twisted in pleasure only some minutes ago.
“You’re not going to say anything? Say something, dickhead!” She pushed at my chest. “Since when have you been doing this?”
My lids fell from her eyes to her lips, deliberating how far they could stretch to accommodate me, and how deep it would take for her to gag and tear up with my cock in her throat. That would be a sight to see. This woman on her knees before me—damn, I’d never wanted anything so bad.
“Even in Melbourne? Answer me!” Her hands shot out again, and I caught it in one hand before they hit me. I dragged her in, closed the door and spun her around so fast she didn’t have time to react. Pushing her chest against the door, I stretched her hands above her head with my uninjured arm and pinned them to the door.
I greedily pressed my body against her to stop her from moving, a smile curling the edge of my mouth as she shivered against me when she felt the evidence of what only her could do to me.
“Do you feel it?” I asked quietly behind her ear, rolling into her in indication. Shit, that felt delicious. “If you keep that attitude up, I’m going to force you to your knees. Besides, I warned you not to come here.”
She had stopped struggling to free herself, either because it would get her nowhere or because she enjoyed the sensation of having my cock press against her back. “You don’t know the weight of what you did. You crossed a line. I’ve always put up with everything you did, but not this.”
I was tempted to bite her ear. Her hair smelled nice. Her neck—still wearing the locket—was calling my name. I wanted to eat her up. No. I wanted to savour her, take my time to nibble her. “I don’t see boundaries. I’m blind when it comes to you, you know that.”
“Is that the excuse you’re going to give? That you can’t see you crossed the line?”
I gave in and bit her ear softly, crushing her body when she tried to deny me the pleasure. “Are you pissed I have cameras in your house or because I saw you get yourself off?”
“Both!”
“Then are you trying to hide your body from me?” My cock hardened, and I groaned when she made the slightest instinctive movement. “Do that again.”
“Fuck you.”
“I asked you a question. Why are you angry that I saw you get off?”
“You should know. Imagine the roles were reversed and I was watching you without your consent instead.”
“Hmm. That sounds nice.”
She shut her eyes and drew in a deep breath, jerking against me before saying, “Of course it’d make sense to you.”
“Why?” I snaked my other hand from her waist up to her hair, tugging her head back with it to look into her eyes. I read lust in them. “Because you don’t feel the same way that I do?”
“It’s...it’s not that.”
“So you feel the same way?”
“Stop trailing off topic.”
“When you pleasured yourself, you were like a myth; something people only talk about, but no one really believes. Too perfect to be real, like a dream that slips away when you try to hold on to it. That was you—my myth. You have no reason to be angry I saw that.”
Her lips parted, and I released her hair, feeling the rapid thrum of her pulse beneath my fingers. She was attracted to me—took her long enough—not only because of her heartbeat, but how she was trying not to give into her body and move against me. Sexually attracted? That was still a win. The rest would come in slowly. This type of attraction was only the foundation.
“Who was on your mind when you came that hard? Me, right?”
She huffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I pushed into her, wishing I could tug down her jeans and nestle my cock in between her ass cheeks. “Who? Vincent?” The thought of it made me want to strangle her.
“Eww. No. I would never think of him that way. He has a boyfriend. And he’s my friend. How is that so hard for you to digest? Vin is—”
“Vincent,” I corrected, fighting an urge to spank her.
“What?”
“His name is Vincent. Not Vin,” I bit the last word.
Did she just roll her eyes? She should know how hard and repeatedly I could make her do that. “You do know Vin is the short—”
I cradled the back of her head and yanked it downward with her hair, forcing her eyes to meet mine upside down. “I don’t want to hear his name on your lips tonight.”
Her eyes did a left to right sweep of my face about three times, as if in search of something, then the smallest hint of a smile appeared. “I don’t get why you’re jealous of him. You literally have no reason to.”
In fact, I had every goddamn reason. One, he hugged her like a fucking child anytime he wanted. There were times he even pecked her, that son of a dick. He’d met Ainsley in Melbourne for the first time three years ago and they barely kept in touch until she moved to South Highland and saw that he lived here. They’d bonded so quickly it was infuriating.
I hated him ever since because I wanted Ainsley to come back to this town miserable—isolated, with no one to lean on. But he was always there for her, offering a shoulder to cry on whenever she needed it.
It crushed me all over again.
That she came back.
That all the time I spent tormenting her life, trying to make her suffer, had been for nothing. Yesterday, I tried to convince myself that she was just sleep-talking. But deep down, something didn’t sit right with that. If she had come back and seen me—seen that I’d fallen—why didn’t she report it? Why didn’t she tell anyone about the kidnapping or the possibility of me falling.
It was as if that night never happened. Like my mind had twisted the memory, filling in gaps with a lie to cover up what really put me in a coma for a year.
“What are you thinking? Can you let me go now?” she asked, searching my face.
I cocked my head. “I’m thinking if it’d be a good idea to succumb to the hungry part of me and fuck you for coming here. It’s growing beyond control now.”
Her throat worked with a swallow, her pupils dilating as she pushed against me in the slightest. “Then why haven’t you given in and fucked me?”
I groaned, liking that we were on the same page for the first time. “Because people such as Vin will never be able to hug you again, or give you a fucking kiss. When I fuck you, I want to believe every part of you belong to me—your body, your soul, your smile, your eyes, this pussy, everything. So when I see you in public, I won’t see a girl I’ve forced to make mine. I want to see a girl who made me hers and willingly became mine. You think I’m worse now, wait until I claim your body and can’t get your taste out of my mouth.”
She took a moment to let it sink in. “I don’t know if I should be scared.”
“Judging from the way you ran here because of the camera, I think you should be.”
Ugh, why did I remind her?
Her eyes blazed, and before she’d start thrashing like a child, I turned her around, still keeping her hands pinned above, and pushed her back against the door, closing in.
“If you act more stubborn, I might just forget it and put you on your knees.”
“That was not good at all,” she breathed in the space between us, referring to the cameras as she stared up at me.
“I’m sorry.”
“Did you put any in my room?”
“No.” I didn’t miss a beat.
“I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to. Check your room. I put it everywhere else though.” I had no clue why I confessed to that.
“Everywhere else.” Her jaw locked. “Why?”
Because I want to monitor your every waking moment, see when you sleep, see when you cry, see when you laugh, see when you act like nobody’s watching. I want to see what everybody else doesn't see. And mostly because I can’t go a day without knowing what you are up to, without checking if you’re okay, even if I’m the cause of your problems. It’s something beyond my control.
“I don’t know why.” I let my free hand rest on her hip. “Maybe because I’m just that addicted, or maybe it’s something that looks normal to me but not to everyone else.”
“It’s not normal.”
“Normal people do normal things.”
“Is that your excuse?”
“What do you want? Me to get down on my knees?”
I could feel her trembling under my touch, her breaths shallow and shaky. Her lips pressed into a thin line, trying to hold back words, maybe even tears. My gaze followed the curve of her cheek, the slight flush in her skin. Just staring at her, I felt like my body was being pulled apart and rebuilt, every nerve burning from the inside out. Every inch of space between us felt like a void I needed to fill—no, I had to fill. It wasn’t just desire, it was something primal, something that crawled under my skin and wrapped itself around my veins, tightening every time she looked at me like this.
Her eyes locked with mine, and something heavy sat in my chest, so deep I couldn’t breathe right. I knew she hated me for the camera, for everything else I’d done, but there was something in her eyes, too. Something she couldn’t deny, and that made it worse. It made me want to destroy everything between us and rebuild it with nothing but her.
“I don’t have an excuse, Ainsley,” I said, my voice low, but the tension tightened. “I can’t stand the idea of you being somewhere without me knowing. And maybe that makes me a monster, maybe I’ll never be what you want. But you...” I moved my hand up, cupping her face, feeling her warmth against my palm. “...you’re the only thing I know how to want. The only thing I’ll ever need.”
Her breath hitched, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stilled, like the universe had taken a step back to watch whatever this was between us unfold. I felt her pulse beneath my fingers, quick, almost frantic. And I knew she could feel it too—the pull, the weight of something too big to ignore.
“You have no idea how deep this goes,” I whispered, leaning in closer, my lips barely grazing her ear. “How starved I am of your touch.”
Her armour cracked. “Then touch me. I’m too tangled in your web anyway. To the point I’ve become the web itself. There’s no way I’m getting out or you’re letting me out.”
I didn’t plan on kissing her—not when she had not agreed to accept my madness as it was. But as she said those true words, something inside me snapped. The air between us shifted, a raw, violent energy taking over. Without thinking, I slammed my lips onto hers, hard and desperate. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t slow. It was everything I’d been holding back for years.
Her lips parted against mine, but not by choice—didn’t give her one. I kissed her like the starved and thirsty man that I was, my arm wrapped around her waist, gripping her as though she might disappear if I let go, the pain in my shoulder forgotten.
My heart pounded, and every muscle in my body tightened as if fighting not to lose control. But control was already gone. The taste of her, the feel of her lips, the way her breath hitched when I stole it from her—it was intoxicating. I wanted it all, every second, every gasp, every struggle, every touch.
“Theon.” She pulled away for a breath, our chests heaving like we just ran a marathon. She twisted her hands which were still suspended above her head, and I let go.
The second I did, she was on me, her arms around my neck, her lips on me.
Fuck.
I think I might die.
I palmed the back of her legs and lifted, wrapping them around my waist. Tingles ran through me, and I shuddered when her fingers went into my hair and pulled, a moan slipping free from her.
Desperately, I pressed into her and grabbed her hair, forcing her to stay put as I ate her mouth. The lower part of her body began to move, rubbing her crotch against my bulge. I lost myself.
I tore my lips from her, meeting her hazy eyes and lips that were swollen from my kiss.
She rolled her hips harder, her head pulled back as she released a throaty moan, like doing that itself would make her shatter in her panties.
I should take my time to watch as she tried to get off on the dick straining so hard it might combust, and I would, someday. Now, I had to make sure this wasn’t some one night stand thing to her, because as much as it might be easy for her to go back to her normal life pretending we didn’t fuck, I couldn’t.
I needed her like I needed to breathe.
“We’re not doing this.”
That got her attention. She returned her eyes to mine, frowning. “What?”
“Until you tell me you’re mine, and that every part of you belongs to me as of tonight. I want to hear you say it.”
“I am yours,” she declared. “And I’m not running away. Because I know you’ll always find me anyway.”
And finally, I let loose the beast. “It comes with a package. Can you handle it?”
She rotated her hips, and I almost groaned loud in pleasure.
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”