Chapter Four
Greyson
She’s so gorgeous—so fucking perfect. I want to sweep her up in my arms, hold her tight, and never let go.
I want to break her so I can heal her. I want to plant her gorgeous pussy on my cock and fuck her raw…
but instead, I settle for small steps. A quid pro quo.
She gives me something, I give her something.
I can see that our months apart have not treated my little Flower well.
She’s lost weight, and there are deep, dark circles under her eyes.
She looks emaciated and exhausted, but beneath that I can see the fire that first drew me to her.
The qualities I came to admire, even when I thought she’d killed my brother.
Her fire. Her uncanny ability to not conquer but befriend her fear.
Her determination and perseverance. Her commitment to her values, misguided as they might be.
My gaze flicks behind her, to the discarded gun on the floor, and anger fills my chest. Scarlett wanted to take her own life in order to escape me.
The aim of her gun wasn’t high enough to kill me; she intended to incapacitate me with a bullet to my leg and then shoot herself in the head.
She’s that desperate to escape me, which fucking infuriates me.
She doesn’t get to leave me at all, let alone like that—and I will spend however long it takes to condition her to depend on me.
I’ll be the air she breathes. The water she drinks. The food she eats. I will make myself central to her world—no, I’ll make myself her entire world, until she can’t imagine a life without me. A life where I’m not her everything.
It took her a month to become my everything… and I’m looking forward to returning the favor, no matter how long it takes.
“Go on, Flower,” I encourage her gently, stroking over her hair.
It’s thinned out a bit, probably because she hasn’t been taking care of herself properly.
That’s fine; I’ll be taking care of her from now on.
I’ll see to it that she’s healthy, and eventually, happy.
If not happy and in love, then at the very least accepting of her position in life. Her place by my side.
She leans forward, features scrunched with disgust. I don’t let it repel me.
Her expression certainly doesn’t soften my erection, or take away my need to feel her—all of her.
She swallows hard, delicate throat working, and closes the distance between her lips and my cock.
My spine tingles at the thought of her hot, wet mouth engulfing my length.
If memory serves, it won’t be as good as her pussy…
but it’ll still be better than nine months of celibacy.
Scarlett suddenly jerks back when her mouth is an inch away from my cock and scrambles backwards, breaking the moment. Irritation prickles at my temples, but I force myself to stay calm and assess her.
My Flower has gone too long without me; she’s forgotten the pleasure she can feel and reverted to the fear. Fear that never fully went away during our time together, though I had eased a good portion of it.
“You can either wrap those pretty lips around my cock, make me come, and I’ll bring your cat with us… or we can just leave now,” I remind her.
That gets Scarlett’s back up. She manages to force her way to her feet and bares her teeth at me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Her gaze darts to the pathetic kitchenette; more specifically, to some of the drawers there. I didn’t anticipate that her desperation to escape me would push her to the extreme of being willing to take her own life, so I didn’t think to strip the apartment of any sharp items.
There’s no fucking way I’m letting her get her hands on a knife. I’ve only just found her, just laid eyes on her after nine months of searching. She’s never escaping me again.
I’m up in an instant, cock tucked away, with an arm banded tightly around her waist and a hand fisted in her hair.
She struggles hard, kicking, scratching, hissing, acting like an enraged kitten—but not a useless one.
I grunt when she manages to bash her knee into mine and dig her nails into my cheek, but before she can do any more damage, I take both of us to the floor.
It’s harder than it should be to pin her face-down on the hardwood floor, mainly because I didn’t expect this sort of struggle after the defeat I watched sweep over her when she realized the gun’s chamber was empty.
With a little effort, I manage to get her down, keeping her hands firmly behind her back and straddling her waist.
I wait, panting with exertion, as she starts to tire herself out. As her struggles grow from vehement and nearly effective to weak and exhausted. It takes several minutes of screeching threats and fruitlessly attempting to wriggle around, but eventually, she falls still.
“When I say this, Flower, I hope you believe me for your own good.” I lean down until my lips hover by her ear.
“You are not getting away from me again—ever. What your time with me will look like depends entirely on you. If you want to be a fucking brat, you’ll get treated like a brat.
Now, if you’re a good girl…” I let out a shuddering breath at the mere thought.
“You’ll have a wonderful, fulfilling life by my side.
I’ll make you so, so happy.” I brush my lips over her earlobe, and she shivers.
A small smile steals over my lips. Whether or not she’ll admit it, I still have an effect on her.
“Now, we made a bargain. You’re going to follow through on your end of the deal.”
“I changed my mind,” she says desperately.
“Too fucking bad,” I say immovably. “Either you suck my cock until I come, or I fuck your pussy until we both come. Choose.”
She stiffens beneath me, and a tremble of fear restarts in her limbs. I’ll need to train the fear of sex out of her quickly, and I intend to do so—but not here.
“Choose,” I repeat more firmly, holding her wrists tightly with one hand while lowering the other to her ass.
She lets out a single sob, shaking her head. “I’ll… I’ll go down on you.”
“You’ll suck my cock until I shoot down your throat,” I impress. “Say it.”
She swallows audibly. Inhales a shuddering breath. “I’ll suck your cock until…” her voice cracks, and she cuts off. I wait in place, silently telling her we’ll be here until she complies. “Until you shoot down my throat.”
Good girl. I don’t say it—she hasn’t earned the right to hear that yet. In the short time since I’ve caught her, she’s been a very bad girl, but we’ll change that.
“If you try to bolt for your shitty kitchenette again, I’ll assume you want option number two. Got it?” She nods; I squeeze her wrists. “Words.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
Slowly, I release her, letting go of her wrists and stand up. I hover over her in case she makes a run for the kitchen again, but she doesn’t. She slowly sits up on her haunches and glares up at me, resentment swirling in her eyes. There’s that fire. My god, it’s going to be fun to tame it.
I take a seat on the rickety armchair again and beckon her over with a hand. When she goes to stand, I shake my head. “Crawl.”
She pants like an angry bull at the command but complies nonetheless. When she’s in front of me, she doesn’t require further instruction; she frees my cock, fury written into her expression, and angrily spits on the head.
“No teeth or I’ll think it’s option 2,” I warn her.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?”
With a growl, she opens her lips and seals them around my tip.
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.
I haven’t had sex since she ran away from me, have barely even allowed myself to masturbate, because I’ve been waiting for her.
From now on, not a single drop of my cum will go anywhere but inside her delectable, gorgeous body.
Unfortunately, that means there’s no damn way I’ll be able to last.
Her movements are angry and aggressive. One of her hands fists the base of my cock, jerking my length, using the drool that starts to dribble out of her mouth as lubricant.
Her suction is tight enough to nearly suck the soul from my body, her motions are jerky, and she’s a fucking vision on her knees in front of me.
The sight of her kneeling between my legs alone would be enough to drive me to the edge.
I fist her hair and guide her lower. When I said I wanted to shoot down her throat, I meant it; I’m a few seconds away from coming, and I want to feel as much of her gorgeous mouth around me as possible before I do.
“Fuck, Flower,” I curse. “You swallow every drop, or we start over.” That’s all I can manage to say before pleasure takes over, tingling at the base of my spine before spreading upward, encompassing my entire body and briefly making my vision blacken.
I come with a visceral roar that booms off the walls of this shithole, gritting my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut, allowing the mind-blowing sensation to sweep me under.
Fuck.
I was afraid that my memories of her sucking my cock were fantastical; that her mouth couldn’t be that good. In under a minute, she’s proved that my memories understated reality—it’s even better in real life.
It’s only when I hear a quiet whimper come from her that I realize I’m fisting her hair hard enough to hurt. I open my eyes and loosen my grip, allowing her to slide off my cock. She clenches her jaw, grimaces, and brings one hand up to rub the back of her head.
I stroke my thumb over her cheek. “Good girl, Flower. Good fucking girl.”
Before she can look up or move an inch, I reach down to pluck out the syringe filled with a sedative stored in a hidden pocket, uncap it, and plunge the needle into her neck. Scarlett tries to rear back with a screech, but I hold her by her throat while pressing down the plunger.
“No!” she screeches, trying pathetically to push my hands away. “What… what did you—”