Euphoria rolls through me at his confession. How ridiculous I must have sounded, accusing him of wanting a relationship out of obligation because of the baby. He changed his whole life for me years ago and never said a word. “Forget about them.” Aware of the multitude of eyes on us, I squeeze his hips with my thighs as subtly as possible. “I need you so bad,” I sob quietly into his neck. “Now.”
He’s already striding toward the back of the restaurant.
Mase
Christ, I shouldn’t fuck her when I’m this worked up, but nothing is going to stop me.
Ripley’s pussy grinds down on my cock as I stomp through the noisy kitchen, kicking the back door open with my boot and carrying her into the dark alley where I parked my bike earlier. The sun has set since we entered the restaurant, leaving nothing but moonlight to guide my way as I take two steps and pin her to the brick building opposite the door we just exited.
I ram my cock up between her thighs and she cries out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Mase. Yes. Yes. Please.”
“You’re giving me forever, Ripley,” I groan, almost delirious from how good it feels to hump her after an hour in the restaurant sitting beside her looking so sexy. “Say it.”
“Forever. Forever,” she chants, jarred by my thrusts. “Forever.”
Ripley was never supposed to come that close to my former life. None of it was ever supposed to touch her and I’m still reeling over my past and present colliding. As pissed off as I am about Chavez and Clint daring to breathe in my girl’s direction, though…maybe it was a good thing. The reminder of who I used to be forces me to acknowledge who I still am.
A possessive bastard. Her possessive bastard.
I need her to acknowledge it, too. And I pray it doesn’t scare her.
“Ripley, do you remember what I said to you when I spanked you that night in the brothel?”
Her expression is dazed, but she visibly tries to focus. “Um. I remember…there was a part of me that l-liked it.”
“Getting spanked?” My cock pulses hotter. “Being punished?”
She nods, her cheeks pinkening. “I didn’t cry because it hurt. I cried because you pushed me away.” When I heave a miserable sound, she soothes me by tracing circles on my chest. “You told me…you’d do that if I didn’t answer your phone calls. Or if I smile at another man.” A breath shudders past her lips, her eyelids drooping. “You said you’re my master.”
I struggle to focus after she repeats the words back, hearing them in her voice is such an aphrodisiac. Having her acknowledge my possessiveness and not turn away from it. “I meant all of it, Ripley. Every word, do you hear me?” I reach down between us and yank her skirt up to her waist. Then I grip her pussy roughly. “You want me, you have to understand that I’m consumed by thoughts of you. Your body. Your safety. Your perfect heart. This cunt.” I squeeze her flesh and she whimpers, her eyes losing focus. “I’m not some chump who’ll be content with text messages and a fucking movie date once in a while. Your free time is going to be spent riding my cock like a good princess. And my free time will be spent coming up with a million ways to make you happy and safe. You won’t be my girlfriend, you’ll be mine. Plain and simple. You’ll be property of Mase, no exceptions.”
“And y-you’ll be property of Ripley?” she sobs the question through swollen lips, her wetness already pooling in the center of my palm.
My head tilts out of pure incredulity. “You really have to ask me that, sweetheart? Do you think I’ve ever wanted to lay down these rules for someone besides you? No. No, these are Ripley specific. You made me this way, niece. This insanity of mine is all for you. I’m going to obsess over you until the day I die.” I slide my hand around the back of her panties so I can knead her supple ass. “I can’t live without you being happy. Tell me again I’m getting that chance. Tell me again you want every fucked up thing that comes with me.”
She looks me in the eye and whispers, “I want it. I want you. All of you.”
I can’t get her panties ripped off fast enough. My dick is throbbing, ordering me to claim her, and my heart is still held in thrall over her confession of love. I’m fucking shaking with desire and emotion as I unzip my jeans, my shaft slapping out right where it needs to go, without being guided. It searches for her tight little hole, finds it, spurts come against it—and I slam home, cutting off her scream with my mouth. Keeping our lips suctioned tightly, I fuck her in a frenzy, wedging my hands between her back and the wall so not a scratch finds her.