Make Her Mine

“Skye. Skye.” I’m on my feet, one hand wrapped around her upper arm and the other on her chin, tilting her face up to mine, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I’ll fucking die before that happens.”

The air between us thickens. I can smell her sweet breath, her intoxicating scent. I can feel the hitch that her lungs take when she’s about to speak, and suddenly I don’t want to talk anymore. I don’t want to go over this again, when today could very well be the day I finally face the music with the man I’ve let take over my life. If this is my last moment of freedom, I want to remember it.

I haul her to me and kiss her roughly, expecting her to pull away, to shy back.

Instead, she grabs my hair in a tight fist and crushes my lips against hers, hard. We break apart for air, and there are tears on her cheeks, tangled in her hair, but she doesn’t even pause. She turns to shove me backwards onto the bed and swings one leg over me, climbing on top.

I grab for her. She’s already tearing at my jeans, undoing the buttons, and it’s all I can do to keep up, shoving her jeans down her thighs. She pauses to kick them off the rest of the way, then straddles me again, her shirt still on, her nipples hard through the thin fabric. I pinch them, and she moans as she wrestles my jeans open. My cock springs free, aching to be inside of her.

I’ve wanted this for days. I want her all the time, everywhere and anywhere I can get her. But now, especially, after this long wait, it feels too fucking good as she lowers herself onto me, filling herself with my hard cock.

I groan as her pussy pulses around me.

She’s angry, rocking harder against me, forcing me deeper. I drink in the sight of her, gorgeous even when she’s mad, her mouth parted, her eyes half-shut as she bounces up and down. I grab her waist and pull her harder onto me at every thrust, my cock driving all the way in to the hilt, her walls so fucking tight around me I can hardly stand it.

She looks so fucking hot, feels so incredible, that I might blow my load if she clenches that pussy around me one more time.

And I’m not ready for that. I need to take her. I need to fill her cunt with my seed, her belly with my baby, and her fucking heart. I need to possess her, make her mine completely, the same way that I’m hers. The next time she lifts her hips, I catch her and roll her beneath me, until I’m right above her and her ass hangs at the edge of the bed. I spread her knees wide with mine and plunge back inside her, so hard and fast that she gasps in desperation, her hands fisting in my hair, mine clenched hard around her ass.

She’s mine.

24

Skye

My heart catches in my throat and a spike of adrenaline and desire burns through me hot as a forest fire as I do the one thing I shouldn’t do: fall into him. Give into this. It makes my head spin. I want him to fuck me so hard I bruise, and I want to make him bleed while he does it because I’ve never been so angry and yet so turned on in my life.

His cock pushes deep int

o me, skimming my G-spot, and I groan through gritted teeth. I tighten my hands around his biceps, digging my nails into his rough skin. His eyes, when they meet mine, are feral. He drives into me, harder and faster, until we’re both gasping and moaning for air, and just when I feel like I’m about to burst, he pulls out of me. I writhe beneath him, my hips straining as I reach up to him. He presses his warm hand flat against my stomach, pushing me back down onto the mattress as he shakes his head.

“Tell me you want it, Skye.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe he’s doing this now. “You know what I want.”

“I need to know you want this.” His hand traces down my waist, almost delicately. After the rough beginning, soft touches and gentle handling are the last thing I want out of him. I grab his wrist and yank his hand down to touch my clit. I push down hard—touching him, touching myself—and work his hand in circles against me.

For a moment, he lets me, but then he wrestles his hand free and pins my hand against my stomach instead. “Don’t show me. Tell me. Tell me what you want, Skye.”

I grimace. Yes, I want you, I screams in my limbs; in my gut; in my crazy, stupid heart. But my brain knows better than to admit that. My brain knows I need to stop this hurt from ever happening again. Because I hate that he used me. And I’m terrified at the idea of trying to trust him again.

This, all this—his hot body against mine, his cock inside me just a moment ago— that’s all a distraction. Physical feeling trumping emotional pain.

“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, once again trying to pull him down against me.

He takes both of my hands now and holds them captive above my head. “Tell me what else you want.” His eyes bore into mine. I can’t breathe like this. It’s not the position but the way he’s looking at me. Like he can see beneath my skin to lay all my emotions bare.

“You hurt me, Stone.” My voice is barely a whisper. “You used me. You lied to me and you manipulated me. And you want me to tell you I want you?”

“Yes,” he replies simply. Those searing eyes search mine. “Because you’re the first thing in my life that’s mattered in a long time, Skye. And you can hate me, that’s fine. But if we’re going to do this?” He nods down at me, spread eagle on the bed beneath me. “You’re going to at least give me the truth.”

I pause, waiting. Thinking. But the silence stretches on longer and longer. He’s not relenting. And damn it, the desire is too much. “I do,” I finally rasp through clenched teeth. “I want you. Not just to touch me but I want you.”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, keeping my wrists pinned in his hand. “You own me, Skye. Then he thrusts into me again, filling me to the brim, sending a rush of pleasure through my entire body. We’re both so close to the edge, frayed with want and need, that we come fast and hard, his deep, throaty grunt mingling with my loud moans. He comes inside me, and I pulse around him, clenching hard, milking every last drop out of him.

He collapses across me, releasing his hold on my hands, reaching for my hair instead to run his fingers gently through it.

That … that is too much for me. I push out from under him and pad across the motel room, naked, leaving him alone on the bed. “I-I’m going to take a shower.”