“Fuck baby.” Edge stares at my angry brand, which is about the size of a quarter. It’s the classic Disciples wings and sword.
“You know what this means? You’re fucking mine,” he rasps in my ear, his voice filled with excitement. This turns him on, and my heart melts. Who cares that my wrist is throbbing. I’d get a hundred brands to have this feeling with him.
“Let’s go.” His cinnamon breath is on my cheek and I can sense his hard erection through the tough denim of his jeans. I stand up as he laces my left hand with his. Then he holds my wrist up for everyone to see.
It’s as though I’ve won a fight. Maybe I have.
Edge Daniels is now mine. We’re branded together. He smiles and laughs as he pulls us through the crowded backyard. The party is now taking a turn toward things I’ve never been a part of.
I hold on tight to his hand. His energy is thick, erotic as he pulls me at almost a desperate pace, weaving his way through the crowd.
“Edge, where are we going?” I laugh as my mom waves to me, giving me a thumbs-up.
It’s ridiculous but enduring. As bad as she has been sometimes, the same can be said in reverse: she loves me in her own way.
Edge keeps walking toward the street area. It’s dark and grassy with some orange trees. The dirt and gravel crunch with our fast pace. Guns N’ Roses plays faintly in the background as Edge turns around.
“Strip,” he growls.
“Edge,” I whisper as adrenaline spikes all the way up to my head.
With the moonlight behind him, I can’t make out his beautiful face. But I can smell him and feel his wild energy.
Danger.
My core becomes wet in an instant. I shiver as I pull off my top and bra, then shimmy my skirt down as he stands feet apart and arms crossed. He’s like a dark god and my hands shake as I pull my panties off.
I can hear him breathing, and I bite my lip not to moan.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice is harsh as if he’s having a hard time holding back.
“You.”
“Whose fucking brand do you wear?” In an instant, he’s so close my knees almost buckle with excitement, need—all of it pumps through my blood.
“Yours,” I groan.
“Yeah. You’re fucking mine.” He reaches for me, jerking me close so that he can twist his hands in my hair.
“This is us. I’m gonna fuck you. Hard.” He spins me around so that my back is on his warm front, the angry brand burning into me as I lay my head back onto his shoulder.
“Spread your legs,” he grunts in my ear.
The gravel crunches as I spread my legs. As my heeled boots scrape and dig into the ground, I smell dirt. His hands caress my breasts, but it’s rough and I can’t help but moan.
I turn my head to look up at him. His eyes are slits as his mouth finds my neck and I stiffen.
“Don’t even think about it.” He licks my small scars while his one hand moves down my flat stomach sliding straight into my slick core.
“Who does this cunt belong to?” His voice is rough as his fingers start to fuck me.
“Who, Dolly?” he growls. With his other hand, he pinches my nipple causing me to gasp.
“You, Edge.” I’m whimpering as my hands reach for his hips to steady me.
“Yeah, shove these tits out.” He pinches the other nipple and my pussy quivers.
His fingers pump in and out of me, and I scream, “You! I will always be yours.” He rubs my clit hard and fast, and I gasp. My slickness, along with my legs spread open, almost makes me lose my balance, and I scratch my nails into his jeans, filled with the dark pleasure he seems to bring me.
“Not yet, baby. You wait until I tell you.” My eyes pop open. I’m already starting to pulse.
“Edge… I’m… I need you.”
“Say it,” he growls, biting my ear. His fingers are not letting up, and in a flash of fucking amazing bright light, my body spills over. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure makes me scream, “I love you.”
“That’s it. You come all over my hand.” He bends me forward and I feel his giant cock at my ass rubbing up and down my two holes.
“This ass is mine too. Just like my cunt, I’ll be the first in here too.”
“Jesus, Edge.” I reach back for him, amazed that the pain from the branding is gone, vanished.
“I’m gonna fuck my pussy, and this time you don’t come until I tell you.” Before I can say anything, he thrusts his cock inside me. It’s deep and hard and I never want him to leave me. My body is his. I’m his.