Chapter Thirty-Four
Irvin
I watch my princess through the shower glass as she runs the washcloth over her breasts and chest. My dick is hard again. I knew she wanted me the entire time—the way she enjoyed me controlling her. I just needed her to admit it.
Slowly, I slide the foggy glass door open.
She stops and stares me in the eye. I remove my boxers and step inside next to her.
The warm water sprays across my back as I stare down at my princess.
She’s so beautiful. Her warm, soft skin glistens under the water.
Her lavender curls stick to her neck. She’s mine.
I’ll hurt anyone who tries to come between us.
Her misty gray eyes brighten. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her breasts pressed to my chest. Her breaths are soft and uneven. The tension between us is so thick I could cut it with a knife.
I turn her around to face the stone wall, take the washcloth from her, and scrub her back while stroking my dick against her ass. I need to fuck her again. I’m addicted to her. She’s a high I don’t want to come down from.
She turns back to me, snatches the washcloth, and scrubs my back—then my dick. I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her close. She’s mine. She always will be mine, until I’m on my deathbed.
There’s no limit to my obsession. I’d go for her. I’d kill for her. If she asked me to kill someone right now, I’d do it. She wouldn’t even need a good reason.
She rises onto her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s the first time in a long while she’s kissed me without trying to manipulate me. There aren’t any games between us. Just us—raw, open, exposed. I could get used to this.
I wrap my arms around her waist, lift her, and slide my dick inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck her slowly. She whimpers my name. I slide my fingers into her curly, wet hair. I thrust long and slow, staring into her eyes.
Is this what people call making love? I’ve never done it before.
I bite down on her shoulder as my muscles tighten, and I come inside her. I set her down, and we wash each other from head to toe.
Once we’re in bed, naked, the sheets slightly damp, I spread her legs and eat her pussy until she’s screaming my name.
I love the ache on my scalp. I love that she’s vulnerable with me. I love every essence of my Lilac.
When I’m done, I pull her into my arms. We lie there, listening to the soft hum of the rain tapping against the window. Lightning splits the sky in half. We’re in our own bubble, and her warm touch makes my dick hard again.
I dream of having Lilac chained to me. I dream of having her all to myself, locked in a mansion together, no one else to bother us.
I know it’s a sick fantasy, but I don’t care.
All I want is her. She’s mine and always will be mine.
No one will love her the way I do. No one will consume her the way I do.
She sits up on her knees, bends over with her ass in the air, wraps her mouth around my dick, sucks hard as she strokes me.
I place my hands in her hair as she tries to take all of me in, but she gags and chokes.
I come in her mouth. She swallows, then lies on my chest. I picture chasing her, catching her, fucking her.
My dick hardens again just from the thought of what I want to do to her.
“Get on top. Now.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She sinks down on my dick slowly, squirming, trying not to slide all the way down my shaft.
“Irvin, you’re so big.”
I slowly push her down until she takes all of me.
“You have no choice but to take it, my princess.”
“I see.”
She rides me slowly, staring into my eyes.
I picture her stomach round with my child.
I picture us locked away here—no escape.
No one will ever have what I have with her.
My obsession with her is love, not control, and I want her to understand that.
I don’t want to cage her. I just want her to see she belongs to me.
Years from now, she’ll thank me. She’ll be happy with me controlling her. She’ll understand it.
I grip her hips, hold her down as I come inside her again. I should swap her birth control right now—give her a baby so she won’t go anywhere—but she has to complete her dreams first.
She lies on my chest, my softening dick inside her. She studies my face, tracing her fingers over the tattoos.
“Your lilac tattoo on your face represents your obsession with me,” she says.
I play with the ends of her hair. She smells like shea butter mixed with lilac.
“Yes. It does.”
It also means she owns me, too. That I’m fully hers.
“Why do you have the word sad on your face?”
“It represents the burden of being part of the American Billionaire Club. The lifestyle. The sadness of being part of the elite. I’ll always be a sad little puppet to the board members,” I answer honestly.
She sits up, kisses the tattoos all over my face.
“I love your tattoos, Irvin. I want to get a tattoo, but I don’t know of what.”
“We can figure it out together. I’ll take you to my tattoo artist.”
It hits me—she can’t leave me. No matter what she does. No matter what we go through. I need to make sure she understands where we stand so there won’t be any confusion. I run my fingers along her delicate shoulder.
“You have no choice but to be with me. You can’t ever leave me, princess.”
She sits up, rolls her eyes. “You don’t do divorces in the American Billionaire Club.”
I stroke my finger along her bottom lip. “Princess, you know what I mean.”
She snatches her hair tie from the nightstand and gathers her large, kinky curls into a pineapple ponytail. “I can’t promise you something like that. Life happens.”
My chest tightens. My gut twists. I sit up, my head resting against the headboard.
“I don’t think you understand. Don’t ever bring up leaving me. Do you understand now?”
She gets off the bed, strides to the bathroom door, and slips on a silk robe. “Why do you have to be in control of everything, Irvin?”
I rise from the bed and cage her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. I don’t know what I’ll be capable of if she leaves me. I won’t hurt her, but I know I’d go mad. She’s like my oxygen—if she leaves me, I’ll feel like I’d die without her.
“I need to be in control because that’s how I know things will go the way I want them to.” I kiss her forehead, her lips, her cheeks. “My obsession with you goes deep, Lilac. I can’t picture my life without you.”
She frowns. Her breath quickens. Her jaw tightens. She straightens her spine.
“I don’t know if I want you controlling my life. Yeah, I want you. But my life is my life, Irvin.”
My ears ring with a pulse. Her words burn my chest. She doesn’t understand how much I need this from her.
“Do you know how far my obsession goes, Lilac? I would go to great lengths to keep you. Do you understand?”
She swallows thickly before she nods. “When you told me that if you could free me, you wouldn’t—you really weren’t lying.” She blinks back tears. “I’m not only stuck with you physically, but mentally.”
I don’t reply. I wipe her tears and kiss her. I release her wrists. At least I’m being brutally honest with her. I would destroy the world for my princess. All I want from her is for her to promise me she won’t ever threaten to leave me.
“I won’t ever leave you, Irvin,” she sighs. “But am I just a pawn to you?”
I can’t believe she would ask me that. She’s the only person I have more respect for than anyone I know. She doesn’t realize how much I love her, how precious she is to me.
I shake my head. “You’re the only person I don’t view as a pawn.” I stroke her neck. “You’re the only woman I want and need.”
Before she can respond, I kiss her softly, then fuck her until we’re both out of breath.