Chapter 12
twelve
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Lucas
Her words shatter me. Complete demolition.
No survivors. I've spent days—weeks—fighting this, convinced I was corrupting her, ruining her, stealing her future.
But looking up at Kate now, her face tear-streaked but fierce with determination, I finally understand.
She's not my victim. She's not trapped or confused or manipulated.
This nineteen-year-old girl is wiser than all my years.
She knows exactly what she wants—who she's choosing—and she's doing it anyway.
With eyes wide open. The realization hits me like a physical blow, knocking loose something that's been stuck in my chest since the first time I touched her.
The guilt. The shame. It dissolves, replaced by something warm and certain and inevitable.
Something that feels a lot like coming home.
"Say it again," I rasp, hands tightening on her waist, pulling her closer between my knees.
"I love you," she repeats without hesitation, those big hazel eyes locked on mine. "I've loved you for years."
Christ. What did I ever do to deserve this? To deserve her? This perfect, fierce, beautiful girl who sees all my darkness and chooses me anyway.
"I love you too," I confess, the words rushing out like they've been waiting behind a dam that's finally broken. "So fucking much it terrifies me."
Her smile is like sunrise, bright and beautiful and full of promise.
She moves to straddle my lap, thighs bracketing mine, her weight settling perfectly against my rapidly hardening cock.
My t-shirt rides up her thighs, revealing that she's wearing nothing underneath.
The knowledge shoots straight to my groin.
"No more running?" she asks, slim fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp in a way that makes me groan.
"No more running," I promise. "I'm done fighting this. Fighting us."
Relief washes over her face, so pure and beautiful it makes my chest ache. I've been such a goddamn fool, causing her pain with my noble intentions, my misplaced guilt. No more.
"You're mine," I tell her, one hand sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck. "And I'm yours. Completely."
She smiles, leaning in to brush her lips against mine—a whisper of a kiss, teasing, testing. "Prove it, daddy.”
Something primal and possessive roars to life inside me. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, pouring all my love, my need, my surrender into it. She responds instantly, arms twining around my neck, body pressing closer as she opens for me.
I stand, lifting her with me, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, I turn and lay her on her back on the couch, covering her body with mine. She's so small beneath me, so perfect, fitting against me like she was made for this—for me.
"I need you," she whispers against my mouth, hips lifting to press against the hard ridge of my cock. "Please, Lucas."
I push the t-shirt up, revealing her inch by inch—flat stomach, perfect breasts, throat still marked with the lovebites I left days ago. She's so beautiful it hurts to look at her, like staring directly at the sun.
"I've been such an idiot," I murmur, trailing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone. "Thinking I needed to save you from me."
"I don't need saving," she says, arching as I take one rosy nipple into my mouth. "I need you inside me."
Her frankness still surprises me, this boldness in someone who was so innocent just a week ago. I've awakened something in her, just as she's awakened something in me.
I make quick work of my clothes, too desperate to have her to bother with finesse. When I'm naked, I settle back between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. She's already wet, ready for me, her body responding to mine like it always does.
"Look at me," I command softly.
She does, those big eyes locking with mine as I push inside her in one slow, deep thrust. We groan in unison at the sensation—the perfect tight heat of her body gripping me, welcoming me home.
"Mine," I growl, fully seated inside her, feeling her pulse around me. "Say it."
"Yours," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move. "I'm yours, Lucas. Only yours."
I establish a rhythm—deep, measured strokes that have her gasping and clutching at me. Each thrust is a claim, a promise, a declaration. I'm done holding back. Done pretending I don't want this, want her, with every fiber of my being.
"So perfect," I praise, watching her face transform with pleasure as I hit that spot deep inside that makes her whimper. "So beautiful taking my cock. My good girl."
The praise makes her clench around me, just as I knew it would. "Yes," she moans, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. "Your good girl. Always."
I slide a hand between us, finding the swollen bud of her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her reaction is immediate—a sharp cry, her back arching off the couch, inner walls fluttering around my length.
"That's it," I encourage, increasing the pressure slightly. "Let me feel you come on daddy’s cock. Show him what a good little girl you ware.”
"So good," she pants, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "No one else…ever…just you. Only you."
The possessive satisfaction those words bring is almost overwhelming.
“Daddy was a fucking fool,” I tell her, driving deeper, harder.
“Thinking he could let you go. He wouldn’t have been able to do it.
Couldn’t imagine another man in this little cunt that was made just for him. He’s selfish, baby. So selfish.”
"Just you," she agrees, voice breaking as her pleasure builds. "Just…oh god, Lucas…just you."
"Say it," I demand, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Say what you call me when you're taking my cock so perfectly."
Her eyes lock with mine, darkened with desire but clear with purpose. "Daddy," she whispers, the word still holding that power over me, still sending a jolt of pure need through my body. “Need you to come inside me, Daddy. Want all of it.”
Those words break the last of my restraint. I fuck her harder, deeper, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise while the other continues its relentless circles on her clit.
"You're mine," I growl, feeling her begin to tighten around me, her climax approaching. "Forever, Kate."
"Forever," she echoes, and then she's coming, her body clenching around me in rhythmic pulses, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
The sight of her—flushed and beautiful, coming apart for mesends me over the edge. I thrust deep one final time and let go, filling her with hot pulses of my release, marking her from the inside in the most primal way possible.
"Mine," I groan against her throat, hips jerking as I empty myself inside her. "You're mine, angel. Forever."
As the pleasure recedes, I gather her close, unwilling to separate from her just yet. Her legs wrap around my waist, keeping me inside her, and her arms encircle my neck in a fierce embrace.
"No more running," she reminds me, pressing small kisses to my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.
"No more running," I agree, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that contrasts with the desperate passion of moments before. "I'm all in, Kate. For as long as you'll have me."
Her smile—soft and sweet and so full of love—makes my heart stutter in my chest. "That's going to be a very, very long time," she warns.
I smile against her lips, suddenly filled with a certainty I've never felt before. "Good," I tell her, holding her closer, already feeling myself hardening inside her again. "Because I'm never letting you go."
And as she sighs happily against my mouth, her body welcoming me for a second round, I know it's true. No more doubt. No more guilt. No more running. Kate is mine, and I am hers, and anyone who has a problem with that can go straight to hell.