Chapter Thea
THEA
His hazel eyes stay fixed on mine as he spits our combined cum into my mouth, and I freeze under his control. When he wraps his tattooed hand around my throat, I almost combust. Who knew something so controlling could be so hot. White cum drips down his chin, yet he makes no move to remove it.
The saltiness of his arousal bursts onto my tongue.
“Swallow,” he says, and nuzzles into my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps over my body. I do as he commands, having never been so obedient as I am right now.
There’s something about him drawing me in, and I’ve never felt attraction to anyone in my entire life. He’s erased my past in the short time he’s been here, and I will do anything he asks to keep it that way.
His cock is at my center once again, and he looms above me. Pinning me to the bed with his strong body, his darkened gaze lets me know he’s seeking permission to enter me. The heat of his gaze warms my lips, so I take hold of his jaw and pull him toward me.
Then his tongue invades my mouth at the very same time his cock tears through my innocence. My back arches off the bed, and I cling to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin through his shirt as I cry into his mouth.
A deep growl vibrates through him, rough and feral. When he removes his lips from mine, sympathy oozes from his hooded gaze. “I’m sorry that hurt, baby.” He peppers kisses over my jaw, soft and caring.
Tears spring into my eyes—he’s sorry. Never in my life did I expect a man so powerful, so dominant, rough, and forceful to be sorry.
“It’s okay,” I whisper.
His gaze bounces over my face, then down to where we’re joined. “I’ll go slow. I should have stretched you more. Used my fingers.”
I’m quick to reassure him. “I’m okay. It feels good to be full of you.”
His lips twitch. “You’re mine, Little Brat.” Then he rears back, withdrawing his cock and causing a sting, but before I have time to think on it, he slams back inside, and I whimper.
His hips work quickly, with one hand above my head, and the other goes between us.
“I need you to come, Little Brat. I need you to come on Daddy’s thick cock.”
He rubs that place between my legs I haven’t dared to explore, and when the tips of his fingers connect with my bundle of nerves, I almost shoot off the bed. I’m tender, but the flare in his eyes tells me he’s not discouraged by my reaction. Quite the opposite.
With each moan that leaves me, he powers inside me and follows it up by more delicate kisses that I crave. He trails kisses over my neck and along my jaw until his lips brush against mine. His mouth is a contrast to the feral way his body slams inside me, as if unable to help himself.
He’s making up for being rough, for his volatile pounding, by being affectionate, and my heart swells with gratitude.
The mattress creaks beneath us, and the headboard pounds against the wall with each brutal snap of his hips.
My body comes alive, and the pain mixing with pleasure is almost intoxicating.
I dig my heels into the mattress as my orgasm rushes through me, and when his body freezes above mine, I lock eyes with him.
His eyes become hazy, and his body jerks—once, twice, three times, before he pushes one last time and releases his hot cum into my limp body.
“You’re mine, Little Brat.” His stare holds me captive. “If you thought I was demanding before, you’re about to discover how brutally possessive I can truly be.”