Chapter Nine
Malory
You’re mine.
The words echo in my mind.
Over and over, I keep repeating them in my head. Warm rays of the afternoon sunshine streaming in through the kitchen windows as I absently peel the stickers from a few mason jars I’ve been saving from pickled vegetables, especially olives.
I plan on using them to propagate plants because as beautiful as this place is, the inside needs a bit more life to it.
Tyson has been keeping the pantry stocked to the brim with every kind of olive imaginable for me to try, so there’s no shortage of those around here.
That’s the thing that always gets me though.
He knows I love olives but instead of getting one brand, the man buys them all, wanting me to choose a favorite and tell him why I didn’t like the other ones.
I never focused this much on my own preferences, or really talked about them at all because no one ever cared enough, no one asked for my opinion before.
Only this rough yet thoughtful man, so full of contradictions I want to decipher.
My thoughts inevitably drift to yesterday.
I’ve been replaying it in my head ever since I woke up, alone.
It’s for the best. To be completely truthful, I probably wouldn’t have resisted much if Tyson slipped under my covers. I doubt I’d be able to resist anything this man throws at me.
After he carried me home and tucked me in, all I remember is the feeling of his soft lips on my forehead as he bid me goodnight.
Within seconds I was passed out from exhaustion, more so emotional than just physical.
In the heat of the moment, all I could do is feel, and it felt so incredibly good.
He was everywhere, his calloused hands on my skin, his hot breath on my neck.
When I saw my reflection in the mirror this morning, I almost didn’t recognize myself.
My neck covered in hickeys, barely leaving an inch of my skin unmarked, making me look like someone tried strangling me.
Or I was attacked by a wild animal which isn’t too far from the truth.
However, it didn’t disturb me as much as it should.
Not at all really.
Running my fingers along the purple patches, the memory of his harsh bites and soft tongue comes flooding back.
I’ve brought myself over the edge before, yet it was nothing compared to the force with which Tyson grinded against me like he was searching for a way to seal our bodies together.
Shaking off the thought before the color of my cheeks can betray my inner turmoil, I turn back to the task at hand.
Breakfast has been embarrassing enough with having to face Tyson after what transpired yesterday and absolutely no clue where we stand now.
Although he didn’t seem to feel the same level of distress as he sat contently across from me, making me want nothing more than to wipe that smug expression off his arrogant face.
The way he was proudly eyeing the hickeys that are on full display in my black tank top, making scorching heat spread though my entire body.
I should have put on a turtleneck. But honestly, I kind of like seeing them as well whenever I walk by a mirror, a visual reminder of how he…
Nope, not going there again.
When Tyson asked about what I was doing by the creek in the first place, I told him how I saw ivy growing out there on our first walk.
I planned to get some cuttings to grow myself and naturally got distracted by Nero’s cute antics.
By the way, I have no idea where the dog was during the whole ordeal that followed.
Anyhow, we went back there this morning to get the plants and my shoes that have been left behind since Tyson carried me back in his arms.
He hasn’t left my side that whole time, not letting me out of his reach while I tried my best to ignore him. The bastard even smirked when I stared a second too long at that tree.
Finishing up, I set the propagated ivy on the windowsill, looking at my work with a little smile.
Back at home, I loved filling my space with greenery, making it feel homier and for some reason less lonely.
I guess plants are the next best thing when you aren’t allowed to have any pets.
Tyson keeps ceaselessly encouraging me to change anything I want inside the cabin, so if I’m going to be stuck here, I might as well.
Feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise, the smell of fresh wood and leather envelops me, making my heartbeat pick up instantly.
“It’s looking good, little one.” His breath brushes my ear as a pleasant shudder wrecks my spine.
Nodding in acknowledgement, I lean into him, subconsciously seeking the warmth of his body.
Tyson’s hands grip the counter on either side of me, caging me in as his hard, muscular chest covers my back.
Nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck, he inhales my scent, his stubbled cheeks tickling the sensitive flesh.
“I love seeing my marks on you.” He murmurs against my skin, making me quiver in his arms.
“We’ve got to make sure they don’t fade.” His teeth lightly graze a spot below my ear, right where the largest hickey is.
“Don’t we, baby?”
I can feel his erection pressing into my lower back, reminding me how good it felt against my core as he nibbles along my shoulder, pulling down the strap for better access.
“Answer me!” His voice is hoarse as he places open-mouthed kisses on my tender neck. My body readily melting into him, giving into the pleasure of his warm lips.
One of his hands slips under the hem of my top, caressing my bare stomach, brushing over my ribs until his large palm covers my breast, squeezing hard.
Holding back a desperate moan, I bite down on my bottom lip. Yet I can’t stop how my body arches into Tyson’s, his roughness drawing me in.
“Your body wants me even if you keep denying it, Malory. Stop holding back and for once, take what you want.” His words hit too close to home.
“I know you can’t get what happened yesterday out of your pretty head. And you’re not the only one, little one. I’ve come all over the shower wall to the memory of your needy, little moans.” He pulls me closer, holding me tightly to his chest as his thumb teases my nipple relentlessly.
I should have put on a bralette. Although if we’re being honest, I doubt that would have stopped him.
“Just a moment of weakness.” I breathe, barely able to keep my voice steady.
“You sure about that, baby?” He bites my shoulder, making me yelp in surprise at the sting.
“Y-yes.” I whimper.
“I can still feel your come seeping onto my cock when I close my eyes.” Tyson’s other hand palms my hip possessively, kneading the flesh before slipping his fingers slightly below the waistband of my leggings, making my thighs clench in anticipation.
“Are you trying to tell me that if I touch you, your panties won’t be soaked for me?”
He cups me through the thin material of my underwear, feeling the evidence of my arousal.
“Fuck. You’re drenched, little one.” The man growls, pulling my panties to the side before tracing the seam of my pussy.
“So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”
I can’t hold back the whine that bursts out of me at his words.
“Tell me!” He slaps my cunt, making me jerk back against his hard chest.
“Yes...” I pant breathlessly, wanting more of what he’s doing to my body. So much more.
I can’t form a single coherent thought, yet all I know is that I don’t want him to stop what he started.
“That’s my good girl.” My insides melt at the praise whispered straight into my ear.
“Say you want this.” Running two fingers along my slit, he spreads me open, making me suck in a sharp breath as his thumb brushes over my clit.
“D-don’t…“ My body quivers under his touch. Before I can shake my head, his large hand circles my throat, holding me in place as his rough fingers collar my neck.
“Let’s try that again, little one.” He gives me a warning squeeze.
“Stop holding back!” Tyson’s voice turns lethal when I remain silent. “Admit you want me or I’ll stop.”
I shouldn’t crave this as much as I do, but resisting him seems outright impossible.
“P-please…“ I cry before he can pull his hands away, depriving me of his touch.
“Please, what?” With a snarl he ever so slowly strokes my clit, making me ache for more.
“Don’t stop...” I breathe, grinding my pelvis against his palm, desperately needing him to continue.
“Why?” Tyson teases my entrance, drawing precise, little circles around the tight opening.
“B-because… I want you!”
“Fuck.” He groans, sinking one thick finger inside, stretching me like I’ve never been stretched before.
Continuing to work my swollen nub, he lets me adjust for a moment before adding another one.
The feeling of being this full utterly overwhelming me.
In and out. He moves with slow, intentional strokes, making my head fall back against his chest with my nails clawing at his forearms.
“That feel good, baby?” The man growls over my breathy moans, my body twitching with every thrust, writhing in the waves of pleasure.
Desperate for more, for this feeling to never end, I rock my hips into him with a small whine.
Tyson’s reaction is immediate as he curls his fingers against my g-spot, making me turn limp in his arms.
“So tight, I can’t wait to feel your tiny pussy squeezing my cock.” He murmurs into my skin and I can feel it in my clenching core.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me filling you up, stretching this tight little cunt.”
His fingers push deeper, fucking me harder as my shaking legs give out from underneath me with only Tyson’s hand around my throat holding me upright.
“Ah…please…“ I can do nothing but take it, let the pleasure wash over me while Tyson stays nuzzled by my ear, whispering dirty praises with his hips rutting against my ass.
He keeps finger fucking me, the force of his trusts lifting me up on my tiptoes, hitting the deepest parts of me as the squelching sound of my dripping arousal fills the room.
I’m vulnerable, completely subjected to his will and yet I bask in it.
I’ve never experienced anything this wondrous.
“That’s it, baby girl.” My breath gets caught in my throat as my walls begin to tighten, clenching around his fingers moving at a brutal pace inside of me. “Just like that.”
With one last rough swipe of his thumb over my clit, my entire body tenses.
And I shatter to tiny pieces.
“There you go, little one.” Tyson whispers against my sweaty forehead, gently kissing my temple while I tremble in his arms, riding out the remnants of my orgasm.
A soft sigh escapes my lips when he pulls out, his other hand still holding me against his chest by my neck.
Turning my head, he makes me watch as he brings the fingers covered in my come to his mouth.
Never breaking eye contact, he sucks them clean with a deep groan. His eyes rolling back in his head as he savors my taste.
The intense heat in Tyson’s gaze, the raw lust is unlike anything I’ve thought him capable of.
I can’t look away.
Just when I think his self-control is going to snap, he steps back, his expression going back to the controlled void of nothingness, leaving me to mourn the loss of his warmth.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.”
With that he’s out the door as if none of that just happened between us. I’m left standing there on my own, stunned by the whiplash he keeps giving me.
One moment the man is feral, claiming me like nothing else but us matters in the world. Then I turn around and it’s gone like it never was. Any trace of emotion completely wiped from his gaze.
Bracing myself against the counter, I fight back the welling tears, struggling to steady my shaky legs.
Why do I keep allowing this to happen, encourage it even.
As soon as his hands are on me, I can’t think straight, submitting to his will without a second thought.
Like it’s not bad enough that I let my stalker, my captor and now apparently my lover to touch me. I yearn for more.
Everything about him that’s dark and dangerous, it doesn’t scare me like it should.
It intrigues me and I hate that I want to know him, to be close to him.
Because in those rare moments when a sliver of emotion shines through, I see the man who’s hurting inside. A broken being with incredible strength that somehow kept him going.
Even if it is just for vengeance.
Still, deep down I can’t fully stifle the tiny spark of hope that there might be more…
A loud bang brings me back to reality.
The corner of my mouth lifts at seeing Tyson chopping wood through the kitchen widow. Yet again.
The man isn’t as unaffected as he’d like me to believe.