“You’re such a dirty girl, not bothering to cover this.” I cup her already wet pussy as I ask her, “Aren’t you?”
My other hand grips the hair at the base of her skull and pulls back hard enough to make her back bow. Her lips part with a sweet gasp of both pleasure and pain as I ruthlessly rub her clit.
“You’re mine, and nothing else. You’ll let go of everything but what I command you to do and be.” My words are whispered against the shell of her ear. They mingle with her moans as I stare at those gorgeous lips. Desperate to take them again, I give in to what I want. Removing my hand from her cunt, I grab her throat from behind and crash my lips against hers.
“Carter,” she heaves my name the moment I break the kiss and without thinking twice, I release my cock and slam inside of her.
Feeling her hot, wet walls spasm the moment I enter her drives me insane. She’s so fucking tight, but she takes all of me to the hilt with a strangled cry.
My hips piston with a relentless pace to claim her and everything she is. Everything she’ll ever be.
“Mine,” I grunt out and release her throat and hair to grip her hips with a bruising force.
Her arms barely bracing her as she cries out her pleasure.
Over and over I fuck her as hard as I can. And each one of her strangled moans, combined with her hopeless scratching at the floor beneath her, only fuels me to fuck her harder.
“Mine.” I push the word through my teeth as she cums violently beneath me. My own release follows, my balls drawing up and my toes curling as thick streams of cum fill her pussy.
She lies there panting, her small body sagging as she desperately tries to support herself and breathe at the same time. Both efforts seemingly in vain.
My cum leaks out of her as she whispers my name again and again. Bracing one forearm on each side of her, I rake my teeth up her neck and nip her chin before kissing her again.
And she kisses me back, reverently and sweetly. Her hands find my chin and her fingers brush along my scruff to keep my lips pinned to her own.
My chest heaves in air as I fall to the floor next to her.
The cool air relieving my heated skin.
The only effort Aria makes is to inch closer to me, to have both her bare and clothed skin touching mine.
“I’ve been waiting for that,” she says softly as she nuzzles next to me, content with being held.
“For what?” I ask her, still catching my breath.
“For you to kiss me like that.”
To kiss her. The memory of her lips hot on mine begs me to kiss her again, but her words stop me.
“It was worth the wait.” The words fall easily from her lips, the same lips that look swollen and reddened from our kiss.
The reality comes back to me in this moment.
This isn’t what this was supposed to become.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing to me, but it can’t continue like this.
I’m ruining everything.
Chapter 9
Aria
I’m surprised I slept as well as I did.
No terrors, just a much-needed deep sleep. From whenever Carter brought me to bed, until nearly 2 p.m. this afternoon.
There isn’t enough sleep to mend the exhaustion I feel, but I’m grateful I’ve gotten through one night undisturbed.
As I shift on the wooden floor in Carter’s office, the ache in my muscles intensifies and I wince. I’m so fucking sore from last night. From this whole past week, maybe. I don’t know if this is normal or not, but I hurt. Every moment of the day, I feel him inside of me still and it takes me to the edge of both pleasure and pain.
Both physically and emotionally.
There’s no denying Carter is a broken and lost soul. And there’s no denying that I want to make all the wrongs in his past right.
My mind is a whirlwind of what I wish could be undone, but there are no answers that take pity on me and provide me with clarity. All I can think to do is offer him kindness. To obey, to be good for him. And maybe he’ll feel something other than the anger and hate that cloud his judgment.
I can only imagine the world he grew up in. The small pieces I’ve been given are jagged and harsh.
I shouldn’t pity the monster he became.
I shouldn’t love what he does to me.
But I do.
The short piece of chalk rolls back and forth between my fingers as I study the paper lying on the floor. I can’t remember what I drew at the park. The questions I had in my dream from not last night but the night before, are still alive and vibrant in my mind.