5. Theo
THEO
We've fallen into a routine over the past two days.
I come home, we have dinner, talk about our days like a normal couple.
Then later, after she's asleep, I slip into her room and fuck her.
Sometimes she wakes up partway through, moaning my name.
Other times she stays asleep, her body responding while her mind drifts. Either way, she's mine.
I push the door open, already anticipating the smell of whatever she's cooking. She's been experimenting in the kitchen, trying to impress me. It's fucking adorable.
Instead, I hear voices.
Tessa's laugh, light and genuine. Then a male voice responding with a chuckle.
I freeze in the doorway.
What the fuck?
Walk into the living room and the scene hits me like a punch to the gut.
Tessa sits on the couch, body turned toward a guy sitting next to her.
College-aged, maybe twenty-one, clean-cut with dark hair and a friendly smile.
Textbooks spread across the coffee table between them. But that's not what I'm focused on.
He's sitting too fucking close to her.
Tessa looks up, sees me. Her smile falters slightly, something shifting in her expression as she picks up on whatever she sees in my face.
"Oh, hi! You're home early."
The guy stands, extends a hand toward me. "Hey, man. I'm Marcus. From Tessa's Lit class."
I look at the offered hand for a beat too long. Every muscle in my body has gone tense, rage simmering just beneath the surface. Finally, I shake it, grip harder than necessary. He winces slightly but keeps smiling, oblivious to the danger.
"Nice to meet you. Tessa mentioned you're roommates?"
"Yes." Single word, cold as ice.
Tessa stands too, nervous energy radiating from her body. "Marcus brought over the notes I missed yesterday. When I was... um, not feeling well."
She skipped class yesterday because I'd kept her in bed all morning.
Fucked her awake at dawn, then let her doze and fucked her again around ten.
By the time I was done with her, she'd been too sore and exhausted to go anywhere.
Had spent the whole day in my bed while I worked from the apartment, checking on her between calls.
"That was nice of him," I say flatly.
My eyes rake over Marcus: assessing, cataloging, finding him lacking. Younger, softer, probably never worked a real day in his life. Probably thinks he's doing her a favor, being the helpful classmate. Probably thinks he has a chance with her.
This boy thinks he can come into my home and sit next to my woman?
Marcus sits back down, completely missing the tension crackling through the room. "So I was just explaining the assignment for next week?—"
"Tessa, can I talk to you in the kitchen?" I interrupt.
Not a request. An order.
"Oh, um, sure. Marcus, just give me a sec."
She follows me into the kitchen. I wait until we're out of earshot, then turn on her. Voice low, controlled fury barely leashed.
"Who the fuck is that?"
"I told you, he's from my class?—"
"Why is he here?"
"He was helping me with?—"
"I don't care. Get rid of him."
Tessa blinks, taken aback by my tone. "Theo, he's just a friend?—"
"I don't want other men in my apartment."
"Your apartment? I pay rent too?—"
My hand shoots out, grips her jaw. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm, commanding. Force her to look at me.
"Ours, then. Our apartment. Where I fuck you every night. And you don't invite other men here."
Her breathing quickens, pupils dilating. She's angry but also aroused, body responding to my dominance even as her mind rebels.
"You're being ridiculous. He's just?—"
"Get. Rid. Of. Him."
Tessa pulls away from my grip, returns to the living room. I follow, lean against the kitchen doorway with my arms crossed. Watching.
Marcus looks between us, finally sensing something's off. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry. I just remembered I have... a thing. Later. So we should probably wrap this up."
She's lying badly, voice too bright.
Marcus gathers his books, stands. "No problem. You have my number if you need anything else."
"Thanks, Marcus. I really appreciate it."
She walks him to the door. I don't move, just watch. Marcus glances at me, nods awkwardly.
"Nice meeting you, man."
I don't respond.
The door closes behind him. Silence falls, thick and heavy. Charged with everything I'm barely holding back.
Tessa turns slowly, faces me. "That was rude."
I push off the doorframe, stalk toward her. "Rude? You're concerned about rude?"
"He was just helping me?—"
"I don't fucking care what he was doing. You don't invite other men here."
Her own temper flares, color rising in her cheeks. "You don't get to control who I talk to?—"
"Yes, I do. You're mine."
"That doesn't mean?—"
I back her against the wall, cage her in with my body. "It means exactly that. You gave yourself to me. Let me fuck you, claim you, fill you with my cum."
She gasps at my crude words, but her pupils dilate further.
"You don't get to play innocent now, Tessa. You're mine. Every inch of you."
"He's just a friend!"
"I don't care. I don't want him or any other man near you."
"That's insane!"
"Maybe. But it's how this works."
My hands frame her face, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "Did you want him here?"
"What? No, I?—"
"Did you want him sitting close to you on our couch?"
"It wasn't like that?—"
"Did you think about letting him touch you?"
"Theo, stop?—"
"Answer the fucking question."
"No! Of course not!"
I search her eyes, seeing the truth there. She's flustered, angry, but not lying. The jealous rage doesn't ease, but shifts slightly.
"Good. Because the thought of another man touching you makes me want to commit murder."
She shivers at the dark intensity in my voice. "You can't be this possessive?—"
"I can. I am. Deal with it."
"This isn't healthy?—"
"I don't fucking care about healthy. I care about keeping you."
I pull her away from the wall, drag her to the couch. The same couch where she'd been sitting with that boy. Where he'd been close enough to touch her, to smell her hair, to think he had any right to her attention.
"Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You heard me. Strip. Now."
"Theo—"
"He sat here with you. I'm going to fuck you on this same spot. Erase him."
Heat floods her face despite her anger. Her body knows what's coming, already responding.
"That's crazy?—"
"Then I'm fucking crazy. Strip, Tessa. Or I'll do it for you."
She knows I mean it. With trembling hands, she pulls off her sweater. Unhooks her bra, drops it on the floor. Shimmies out of her jeans and panties. Stands naked in the living room, vulnerable and beautiful and mine.
My gaze rakes over her, possessive and hungry. "Sit. Where he was sitting."
She sinks onto the couch, right in the spot where Marcus had been. I kneel between her legs, same position as I've taken before. But this time there's fury in my movements, the need to claim and mark and remind her who she belongs to.
I spread her legs wide, no gentleness. Lean in and bite her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark.
She yelps—"Ow!"
"You're going to have my marks all over you. So everyone knows you're taken."
My tongue drags through her folds, harsh and demanding. She gasps, hands flying to my hair. I eat her pussy like I'm starving, like I'm proving a point. Suck her clit hard, thrust two fingers inside roughly.
"Ahh! Theo!"
"Say you're mine."
"I'm—ahh!—I'm yours!"
"Who do you belong to?"
"You!"
I don't relent, work her brutally. She comes hard, crying out, body shaking. But I don't give her time to recover. Stand and strip off my clothes quickly, movements jerky with barely controlled rage. My cock is rock hard, angry red, already leaking.
"Turn around. On your knees."
She scrambles to obey, turns and kneels on the couch. Hands braced on the back of it, ass in the air. I position myself behind her, grip her hips bruisingly hard. Hard enough to leave fingerprints.
"This is my pussy. Say it."
"It's your pussy," she whimpers.
I slam into her in one brutal thrust. No preparation, no gentleness. Just claiming.
She screams—"Ahh!"
I fuck her without mercy. Hard, deep thrusts that shake her whole body, make the couch scrape against the floor with the force.
"You don't invite other men here." Punctuate each word with a thrust.
"You don't let them sit close to you."
"Don't let them make you laugh."
"Don't let them think they have a fucking chance."
Tessa can barely breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity. "I won't! I'm sorry!"
"You're mine, Tessa. My roommate, my woman, my fucking property."
One hand tangles in her hair, yanks her head back. Arches her spine, changes the angle. Now I'm hitting that spot inside that makes her see stars.
"Oh God! Oh God!"
"There is no God here. Just me. Claiming what's mine."
My other hand reaches around, finds her clit. Rub it roughly, no finesse, just raw need.
She's going to come again, I can feel it in how her pussy clenches around my cock.
"Theo! I can't?—"
"You can. You will. Come on my cock, Tessa. Show me you're mine."
She comes with a scream that echoes through the apartment. Her pussy spasms around me, gripping tight. I groan, thrust harder, chase my own release.
"That's it. Fuck, that's it."
Keep fucking her through it, don't slow. She's sobbing now, too much sensation overwhelming her system.
"I can't—no more?—"
"Yes, more. I'm not done with you."
I pull out suddenly, flip her over. She lands on her back on the couch, legs spread. I drive back inside immediately, need to see her face while I fuck her.
"Look at me. Keep your eyes on me."
She does, tears streaming down her face. From pleasure, not pain. I lean down, kiss her brutally. Tongue invading her mouth while my cock invades her pussy. Own her completely, every way possible.
Pull back slightly. "Who owns this cunt?"
"You do!"
"Who fills you every night?"
"You do!"
"Who's the only man who gets to touch you?"
"Only you! Theo, only you!"
My thrusts become erratic, orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Gonna fill you up. Breed this tight pussy."
"Yes!" Tessa sobs, too far gone to care about the implications.
"Make you carry my cum inside you all day tomorrow. Everyone will see you and know you're claimed. Marked inside and out."
My hand presses on her lower stomach, where I'm filling her. "Feel me here? This deep inside you?"
"Yes! I feel you!"
"You're mine, Tessa. Mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to breed."
My orgasm hits, cock pulsing as I flood her with cum. So much it overflows around my shaft. She comes again at the feeling, pussy milking me, drawing out every last drop.
We collapse together, gasping. I stay buried inside, keeping my cum trapped where it belongs.
"Don't you ever forget who you belong to."
"I won't," she whispers, clinging to me. "I'm yours. Only yours."
We stay tangled together on the couch for long minutes. Eventually I shift, pull out. Watch as cum leaks from her pussy, obscene and claiming. Satisfaction curls through me at the sight.
"Marcus seems like a nice guy," Tessa says quietly.
My jaw clenches. "I don't want to hear his name."
"He really is just a friend. From class. Nothing more."
"It doesn't matter. I don't share."
She touches my face gently, fingers soft against my jaw. "I don't want you to share. I'm not interested in anyone else."
"Then why was he here?"
"Because I needed notes and he offered. That's it."
I search her eyes, looking for any hint of deception. Finally nod.
"Next time you need notes, ask me. I'll get them for you."
"You're not in my class?—"
"I don't care. I'll figure it out. No more inviting other men here."
She should argue, maintain some independence. But she nods instead.
"Okay. No more inviting other men here."
I kiss her, softer this time. Gentle where I was brutal before. "Thank you."
I carry her to her bedroom, lay her on the bed with more care than I showed on the couch. Get a warm washcloth and clean her up, watch her wince at the soreness between her legs.
"I hurt you," I say. Not quite apologetic.
"I liked it," she admits quietly.
My eyes darken at the confession. "Good. Because I'm not done."
"Theo, I can't?—"
"You can. And you will."
I position myself between her legs again. My cock is already hardening, insatiable when it comes to her.
"But I want you to sleep this time."
She blinks, confused. "What?"
"I'm going to fuck you until you pass out. Then keep fucking you while you sleep."
Heat floods her despite the exhaustion. "Okay," she breathes.
I smile, dark and possessive. "That's my good girl."