Flower in the Dark

He freezes when I drop that bombshell, which is exactly how I felt back in that kitchen when he told me how long I had been here with him. With him. When did I stop thinking about it being trapped and started thinking of it as being with him? It's not any less true, but it changes everything, just like this does.

He doesn’t say a word, and when he lifts his hand I flinch. His jaw hardens but he doesn’t otherwise acknowledge the reaction. He brushes his fingers over my lips and down my face, then slowly down my body, stopping to rest his hand gently on my stomach. I quiver, worry and curiosity blending inside me, wondering what he is going to do. I didn’t plan for this, I had the shot but I was due to get i

t renewed a few days after our "date" that never happened. With everything that followed it slipped my mind.

Zachary cups my stomach firmly and his eyes meet mine. They are dark, wild and possessive, and a sliver of fear shoots down my spine as he leans closer. His lips brush mine softly and then he bites down sharply, making me gasp in pain.

"MINE!" He declares. His voice is as black as his eyes and a frightening grin lights up his face.

He seems pleased, and that thought fills me with dread at the knowledge that I will never escape him now. We are bound together in more ways than one, and this has cemented me in his life.

I am torn straight down the middle of feeling something for him that I shouldn't, and the way he can still send terror shooting through my blood. He promised me that he would take everything I can give and more. It never occurred to me that I could possibly give him my heart, although he is snatching it up like I have offered it to him on a silver platter. I suppose in some ways that is exactly what I have done.

He picks me up, as easily as if I weigh nothing at all and carries me upstairs, bypassing my room and going to his. He unlocks the door and steps inside with me still in his arms. I am overwhelmed by the strength of his scent that seems to coat every inch of the air in the room. It is permeating through me, and smothering my senses until all I can think about is him. He lays me down on his bed and leans over me.

“Violet, I need you,” he says against my lips, no trace left of the harshness from earlier in his voice, but no less possessive.

I give myself to him, not stopping to think about the repercussions or consequences of doing so. I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to think. I just want him. I have no will to fight this anymore, no strength left inside me that can resist him.

“I need you too,” I murmur back, offering myself fully to him, this monster that holds a big piece of me, just as I now hold a piece of him inside of me.

This time, when he undresses me, it's slow and almost tender. He seems to be making sure to touch me and my skin as much as possible when he does, and it's driving me crazy. I let him while wondering what he is going to do. I undress him too, my hands shaking, and watching his face. He eyes are black with desire, the heat radiating out of them like burning coals. When we are both undressed, our skin bare and our breathing heavier at the intensity between us, he pauses, looking uncertain.

“I don’t know how to be gentle with you,” He states.

“I don’t want you to be,” I answer, pulling him down on top of me.

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At her words, I drive into her with one powerful forward motion, her swift intake of breath just before a moan telling me she likes the roughness. I grind against her clit, and she lets out a little whine, pushing back against me. I'm going at her full force, as I piston my hips against hers with deep strokes. I lift her hips to go deeper; her shouts of ecstasy when I hit her G-spot make me grin. When she comes around my cock, I lose control.

I flip her over onto her knees and plunge my cock back into her pulsing heat, smacking her ass and leaving handprints on the pale skin. She no longer tries to keep up, just lets me use her body, so I do. I'm fucking feral as I take her, wild and no longer keeping rhythm, taking what I need from her. I smack her ass one last time before flipping her back onto her back and putting her legs on my shoulders. She is limp, sweaty and disheveled beneath me and beautifully flushed with pleasure.

“Mine,” I snarl, sinking my cock back into her with a smooth motion.

Something in her eyes as I fuck her into my sheets slows me down until I'm pumping into her more rhythmically again, long, deep strokes into her wet and needy cunt. She closes her eyes and lets out a long moan, coming again. I rock into her, tingles shoot down my spine and into my balls. I grunt, jerking against her I come, filling her cunt with spurts of hot cum. I shudder and look down at her, leaning down and kissing her, before my arms give out. I slump down on top of her, our sweaty limbs tangled, and my cock still buried inside her.

I wake up to Violet stroking my hair. I’m still mostly on top of her so I roll off and lay on my back. She leans up on her elbow and looks at me, a serious look on her face that fills me with foreboding.

“I need to go home,” She says in a quiet voice.

The calm that had swept through me vanishes as a surge of anger floods my veins.

“Fuck, Violet! Do you really think I’m going to just let you go, especially with you possibly carrying my kid?” I hiss at her, sitting up and grabbing my clothes, roughly pulling them on.

I don’t look at her, but I hear her sniff and know she is about to start crying. Fuuuck. I’m not good at this shit, but I know that she is not going anywhere. Not ever. She is MINE, and I am keeping her.

“You can’t just keep me trapped in this fucking house, Z,” She says, her voice thick with emotion and barely held back sobs.

She touches my arm and I pull it out of her reach. She is right though, and I fucking hate it.

“Fine! Fucking fine! Get out, Violet. Go back to your empty little house. I dare you to try and live without me. You need me just as much as I need you. You’ll be back soon enough. I fucking warn you though, you even think about letting another man touch you and I’ll kill him!” I shout, throwing the keys down on the bed next to her and storming out of the room.

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