2. Sterling
STERLING
I ’d been overseas for a long time, working on the expansion of my late father’s company. His death dragged me back here, back to this miserable town I’d tried to forget. And yet, the moment I landed, one name pulsed in my head, like a sickness I couldn’t shake.
Zara.
The same insecure, overweight girl, who used to flinch when I looked her way.
I hadn’t planned to follow her. But when I saw her tray abandoned outside the service hallway, something in me snapped. Instinct maybe. Or possession. I slipped through the back, quiet, until the hum of the dryer led me straight to her.
I used to make her flinch on purpose. Her tears used to amuse me. And now? Now she thought she could just blossom in my absence, and pretend we didn’t have unfinished business?
She was in my fucking way. In my space. And she looked like she was waiting for me. I moved before I even processed it, locking the door behind me.
“What a strange little gift,” I murmured, entranced by her curves. I pulled out the knife I kept hidden on me at all times, and cut away her pants.
I stepped up and fit my body against hers, like a lock snapping into place. She froze the second she felt my presence, but that didn’t stop me from pressing the thick length of my cock against her barely covered ass.
She gasped when she felt me behind her, squirming and wiggling, which only made my dick throb harder. Was she placed here for me? A trap to snap all my control.
“Go away.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry.
Bent over like an offering, her plush thighs shifting, as she struggled to retrieve whatever had gotten stuck in the drum.
She wore a towel slung around her shoulders, but her pants clung to her thighs, still damp from work.
Not exactly modest, not exactly covered.
Just exposed enough to drive me wild. I glimpsed crimson lace; a pair of panties far too delicate for a girl who thought she could ignore me.
I moved closer, the air between us sparking, like it recognized something ancient. My belt rustled as I unfastened it, pants sliding down with a soft whisper.
She whimpered, barely a sound, but it lit a fuse in my chest.
I pressed my cock against her, dragging it along the soaked strip of cotton between her thighs. She was fucking drenched. Her body was betraying her already, hips twitching despite everything she wanted to believe.
She hated this.
Hated me.
But the heat between her legs told the truth she wouldn’t say.
“W-what are you doing?” she breathed.
I bent low, and rasped against her ear, “I can’t let this dark berry go to waste now, can I?”
Then I tore her panties down.
She jerked forward, tried to scramble away. It was instinct, not defiance. Her ass stayed up, spine arching like she didn’t know if she wanted to flee, or be fucked. That’s how I knew she was gone,mind spinning, body caught between trauma and something darker.
I gripped her hips and buried my face in her pussy.
Her moan nearly undid me.
She didn’t want this. Didn’t ask for it.
But her cunt was dripping, and I wasn’t stopping.
“Please,” she gasped. “Stop-”
I growled and slapped her ass. The sound cracked through the steel drum.
She cried out, the echo wrapping around us like heat.
“Stay still, or I’ll make you cry harder,” I warned.
She froze.
And I devoured her.
Beard scraping. Tongue deep. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and didn’t let go. I licked until her thighs shook, until every breath she took became a war between resistance and need.
My cock twitched, wanting to shove deep inside of her. To get the itch of her from beneath my skin.
“Sterling,” she whimpered. “Please-”
“Tell me you want this,” I growled, relishing in her begging.
I paused, waiting for her to say what I wanted to hear. What her body was showing me it needed. That she wanted me. That she chose me.
She was still fighting it, shaking her head.
“You’re soaked, hummingbird. That mouth lies better than your body,” I said, looking at the signs of her want. I held myself back from touching her more. Not until she gave in.
“One word, Zara.” I pushed her over the brink. “Say it and I’ll ruin you, my sweet.”
Her voice broke finally, as she whimpered the word I wanted to hear. “Yes.”
I could hear her sobs, but they didn’t stop me from shoving deep inside of her. Claiming her as my own.
She screamed, and I grinned, pressing her hips deeper into the metal.
“Tight,” I grunted. “Like you’ve been waiting.” Her pussy squelched.
I slammed into her harder and harder.
“Fuck, little hummingbird. Take it. Take all of me,” I grunted, my mind gone, as I heard her cries of pleasure.
“Please,” she gasped.
Everything else was cut off from the scream caught in her throat. I slapped her ass. This was all I’d ever wanted, and like a present, here she was, offering it to me.
She cried out again, and I shuddered from her noises. They could make me come alone.
“Stay still, or I’ll make you cry harder,” I warned her. I was on the edge. She needed to learn her place was beneath me. She was my queen. I would give her everything.
She always had to learn the hard way. She whimpered, squirming, but there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. And, God help me, I wasn’t about to let her go now.
She tried wiggling away from me again.
“Sterling,” she whimpered. “Please-”
I couldn’t help speeding up my punishing strokes, slamming into her with a vengeance, for her choices.
She sobbed, but her hips were rocking against me, urging me on.
I lost it inside of her. Every doubt. Every wish. Every hope, I poured inside of her body, hoping it bore fruit. I wanted to brand her so deeply she would never choose another.
I would be the last man inside of her.
“You were made for this,” I praised, too far gone to stop the worshipping tone in my voice. “Made for me.”
My cock slid home, and I growled my pleasure, grabbing ahold of the sides of the dryer, in order to thrust deeper. She should be savored, but I was too lost, from her body accepting me, to stop.
I pounded my cock deeper, and harder inside of her, hoping my seed, when it released, took root. She cried out and screamed for God, while also trying to throw me off, and begging for me to stop.
“Take my cum, pretty girl. I need to impregnate you, so you can’t go anywhere. You are mine,” I growled my insanity out loud, hoping she couldn’t hear me inside the drum.
I slammed inside of her, moaning out loud from pleasure. It’d never been like this. She was tight, and fucking warm. Her cunt squeezed me and, my goodness, it felt like home.
A lesser man would’ve teared up. This woman was bound to be my wife. I just knew it. I fucked her harder. Praying to the man above that she would have my child from this.
“You are going to have my son, and I am going to claim you as my wife. Take my cum, baby. Take it all, like a good fucking girl,” I mumbled almost incoherently. Lightning raced up my spine, as a symphony of her painful pleas played for me. I needed her to feel me forever.
I came with a roar, slamming my chest against the dryer, to be as close as possible to her. Panting, I stumbled back, surprised by the force of my orgasm. She didn’t move.
I stared at her debauched body, and shoved my fingers into her cunt, forcing my cum back inside.
“One drop wasted,” I mumbled.
I took my lighter out of my pocket, and heated my ring. I needed to show everyone that she was mine. I needed to mark her so they knew.
I ignored the pain in my hand, as the K on my ring heated. If she was going to be in pain, then I would be too. Our bond would grow deeper.
As soon as it was hot enough, I slammed it on her left ass cheek. She screamed, and squealed in pain, as she tried to get away from me. Once I knew it was branded perfectly, I removed my ring. The K stood out starkly against her dark skin.
“Perfect.” I tucked her lacy red underwear in my pocket, and gently tapped her ass. “I’ll be right back, my sweet,” I crooned.
I headed out of the laundry facility, in search of some wipes to clean my new woman up, and ointment for her wound. It took a few minutes, but I found what I needed.
I thought of the issues at hand, and right now was the claim my old ex best friend, Chadwick, thought he had on my woman.
I was going to take her so far out of his sight he won’t even be able to think of her. The thought of finally having her to myself brought a spring to my step as I headed back.
She was right where I left her when I got back, trembling as if her legs were too weak to hold her up. She didn’t hear me at first, too busy adjusting herself, still recovering from the way I’d ruined her minutes ago.
Her body was mine now, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
I could pretend it was about control. About power. But the truth was simpler, more pathetic. I just wanted her to need me, like I needed her. I wanted to be the one she clung to when the world shattered.
She shifted on to the top of the dryer, trying to fix her uniform, but it was pointless. I could still see the evidence of what we’d just done. The way her skin flushed, the tremble in her breath, as she adjusted herself. I wished she’d stayed trembling inside of the dryer drum where I’d left her.
She thought this was over.
I stepped forward, deliberately letting my shoes scrape against the tile. She froze.
Good.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Our eyes met.
I smirked. "Defeated already?"
Her breath caught. She tried to move, tried to escape, but I caught her wrist, fingers wrapping around her pulse.
"Let go," she hissed, jerking against me.
I didn’t. I never would.
My grip tightened, just enough to remind her that she wasn’t going anywhere. There was a reason for that. Something I knew, but she didn’t, and I didn’t want her blindsided. I should break the news to her before someone else does.