31. CHAPTER 26 #2
“Say my fucking name.” I need to hear it. She called out for me in her nightmare, and I need to hear that I’m the only one who’s touching my girl. Nothing in her nightmares can get her here.
“Axl.” It comes out broken. “Axl, please. I can’t—”
“Don’t you dare come.” I add a third finger and press my thumb against her clit. She bucks off the bed, and I pin her hip down with my other hand. “You’re going to take whatever I give you. That’s how this works.”
Her body sags when I remove my fingers. I stand and strip my clothes off as quickly as I can. My cock is throbbing, and all I can think about is being inside her and knowing it’s my cum that’s going to drip out of her all night.
I grab her thighs and drag her down until the ropes pull even tighter on her wrists. Then I run the head of my dick through her soaked opening and push into her with one thrust.
Her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her back arches, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. I have to stop moving for a second because of how intense it is as her cunt clenches around me.
“Fuck.” I drop my head and breathe through it. She feels too good. She always feels too fucking good. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.”
I pull back and drive into her. She moans and the headboard slams against the wall. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and my name is right there, black ink on swollen skin, moving with her body while I fuck her.
“Look at it.” I grab her jaw and force her head down so she can see the tattoo. “Look at my name on your chest while I fuck you.”
Her eyes drop, and she bites into her lower lip, whimpering. It makes me fuck her harder. I let go of her jaw and grip her hips, pulling her onto my cock with every stroke.
“I’m the man you belong to.” I lean down and press my mouth right next to the tattoo. She hisses from the sting but arches into me anyway. “Not whatever the fuck the alcohol and movies put in your head. Me.”
I watched her tonight on the cameras and know exactly what my girl was doing.
“Yes. I’m yours.” Her legs wrap around my waist, and her heels dig into my ass. “Please don’t stop.”
I wasn’t planning on it. I hook my arm under her knee and push it toward her chest, changing the angle so I can get deeper. She cries out and her whole body tightens around me.
“You want to come, baby?” I can’t hold out much longer. I need to fill my cunt.
“Yes.” She’s sobbing and she’s gorgeous. Fuck, I want her face wet and her begging for my dick every goddamn day. “God, yes. Please.”
“You’ve earned it, little heathen. Be a good girl and come on my fucking dick.”
Her body trembles. She comes so hard she’s sobbing beneath me. Her cunt squeezes my cock, and her legs shake against my arms. Her back bows off the bed so far that I think she’s going to snap her arms.
I don’t slow down. I fuck her through it, watching my name rise and fall on her chest.
“That’s it.” I grab the headboard above her hands and drive into her. Her thighs are going to be bruised from how hard I fuck her. “Take all of it.”
She’s still coming when I let go of the headboard and grab her throat. I bury myself as deep as I can and empty everything I have with my forehead pressed against hers. Her cunt is still pulsing around me, and I press my lips to her wet cheek.
I stay inside her while I catch my breath. Her legs slide off my waist, and her body goes limp against the mattress.
I reach up and untie her wrists. Her arms weakly fall to the bed when they’re free. I bring each one down and press my lips to the rope marks, rubbing them to make sure she has feeling there. She watches me with glassy eyes and doesn’t say a word.
I pull out of her and she winces. I grab the ointment from Crew’s kit and spread a thin layer across the ink. She hisses but lets me.
“I have to keep this clean until it heals.” I position her so the tattoo isn’t touching anything. “I’ll take care of it each day.”
“Why are you like this?” Her voice is hoarse. “Rough one minute and tender the next. Hot and cold. I don’t know which is the real you.”
I stare at her for a second, deciding how I want to answer her.
“I’m both. That’s what you do to me, little heathen.
That’s what it feels like to want you.” I toss the supplies on the nightstand and pull her into me, dragging the blanket over both of us, while being mindful of her new tattoo.
Her head settles against my shoulder, and her hand rests on my stomach.
The scent of her strawberry shampoo makes me hard again.
“I want to break you. To make you question your sanity. And be the only one who can put you back together. But I’ll always hold back a piece for myself, so I’ll be the one you will always fucking need to feel whole again. ”
She sighs like I’m fucking kidding. I’m not. I know it’s selfish, but I’ve never hidden that. I’m a selfish fuck. But I need her like I need air, and I’m never going to fucking allow myself to suffocate. So I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she remains mine.
Her breathing slows, and her body goes heavy against me. She’s not having any more nightmares tonight.
Not with me here.
I stare at the ceiling while my phone buzzes on the floor. I already know it’s my father. He’s fucking relentless. I don’t know who he has in mind, but if it isn’t the woman in my bed, then he can fuck off. I don’t believe in love. And if it does exist, I’m too selfish for that shit.
She’s mine. I’ve been saying it, and it’s that fucking simple. Until this obsession I have with her passes, with me is where she’s going to be.