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It wasn’t the ink that startled me, but the thick scars I saw underneath. Ones that looked like knife wounds, maybe even cigarettes burns? There was an array of other nasty-looking ones that could be made out if I looked hard enough. The ink did a good job of camouflaging it all, but they were there, a testament of the violent life he’d led. Were they self-inflicted or brought on by another? Had he been held down and tortured, or freely accepted his fate? The words slammed into my head, the questions replaying over and over again.

“The monster I am is on the inside and outside, Sofia.” He moved toward me again. My legs were still spread, and he stepped between them, his body heat seeping into me. “I never pretended to be someone I’m not.” He tilted his head to the side, his focus on my mouth, his dark eyes like coal. “Beaten as a child, sold into an illegal underage fighting circuit, I made sure I stayed alive. That’s all I knew how to do.” He had his hands on my thighs, his fingers long, rough. He added a little bit of pressure. I knew he could snap my bones with ease, his strength not something he showed. It was just who and what he was. “Love and affection is not something I know, not something I will ever embrace.” He slid his hands up my thighs, over my belly, along the curve of my breasts, and wrapped them around my throat once more.

There was no fear in me, despite my heart thundering and my palms sweating. The feeling of his hands on my neck was comforting, secure.

“The love I learned was fists slamming into my body, blood filling my mouth. Eating, breathing…surviving, meant I fought my way to the top.” He moved an inch closer, his hard cock pressed to my pussy again. “That’s the type of man I am, the only comfort I know.” His mouth was so close to mine, his warm, sweet breath moving along my lips. “But I saw you, and this obsession grew, this possessive need to have you, claim you as mine.” He looked me right in the eye, maybe willing me to understand the severity, depravity of what he meant. “And for the first time in my life I wanted something soft and sweet.”

Could he hear my heart beating, see how rapid my breathing was?

“So you know who I am, see what I am.” He moved his hands down my arms, squeezed my wrists, then moved them behind my back. “Keep them there.” He then lowered himself to his haunches, placed his hands on my thighs, and wrenched them open until pain sliced through my muscles.

I was wrapped up in a delusion that I was his, or maybe it wasn’t delusional at all. Maybe I was his, in every way, and in the end I’d be this twisted, warped, desperate person, needing his touch, aching for it.

“So pink. So wet.” He looked up at me, the shadows playing across his face. He leaned forward, and I held my breath. “Make noise for me, pretty girl. Scream, lash out if you want. Pain and pleasure make one strong emotion that’s undeniable.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn’t want to feel good, but God, I did.

And when he ran his tongue up my slit, swirling along my clit, the noise did spill from me then.

“Never deny me, sweet girl,” he said against my soaked flesh. He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up my arousal. “Never deny me and I’ll give you the fucking world on its knees, bowing to you.” He gave my pussy one last lick, causing me to shiver. He rose up, moved his thumb along the pulse right below my ear, and said, “Always be my good girl and you’ll reign over it all.”

I didn’t know what that meant, didn’t know if I wanted to know.

He had his hands on my waist, and in a second he had me flipped over, my belly on the vanity, my ass popped out. God, he was so strong. Cameron had my hands still clasped behind my back with the slightest discomfort.

Everything happened so fast. My heart spun. My pulse raced.

The feeling of his warm breath on my ass had me glancing over, seeing him kneeling behind me. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stared at what he revealed. I was dizzy, my world rocking on its axis, twisting, turning. Uncontrollable.

“You smell so sweet, so innocent, and mine.” He squeezed my flesh, a sharp sensation that claimed me, grabbed hold and wouldn’t let go. “You’re so fucking wet for me, for the fact I want to defile you, do things to you that you’ve never imagined.” He growled low in his throat, this animal feral, stalking.

He moved his lips over the top of my ass and took hold of each of my cheeks in his big hands. He just held his hands there, not doing much but kissing my flesh, running his teeth along the mounds.

“I know you hate this, that you fucking loathe the fact you’re greedy for me, your body primed, ready for my invasion.”

The cry that left me was more from arousal than anything else. He smoothed his hands over my waist, gently, almost caringly. But then he dug his fingers into me, making me still, holding me in place.

“Oh God.” I tried to move away from his erotically abusive mouth, knowing that I shouldn’t want this. It was this instinct in me, this fight mode that had my toes rising, my heart thundering.

“You already crave me, my touch, my mouth on you. And my cock will soon be filling you, stretching you.” He ran his teeth along my flesh, and a violent shiver worked its way through me. “My need for you, my obsession knows no bounds.”

“This is twisted, insane.”

“Sweet girl.” He was tormenting me with the promise of forced ecstasy. “Trying to fight me makes this better, turns me on more.” He groaned deeply. “I want all of you, your emotions, the sensations you feel,” he said and placed a finger by my pussy opening. “I want your words, the screams of your orgasm, the pleas for me to stop.” He pulled the digit away, never fully penetrating me, just staying right there at the cusp. “And when you beg me to stop, cry out for more, I’ll make you see that there is no end.” And then he did penetrate me, but not where I thought he would.

He moved his tongue along the secret part of me, the spot hidden until he’d displayed it, pulled my ass apart. His entire focus was there, making me squirm, making me hate myself for wanting it so much. I was lost in the sensations, in the feeling of him running that muscle up and down me, teasing the hole, gently prodding it. He made me take it, made me want it.

With his hand on the center of my back now, keeping me there, making me accept this, I felt the air leave my lungs. I didn’t know if someone could get off from this, but the intense sensations I felt made me realize that anything Cameron did to me, I’d want ten times over.

Tears tracked down my cheeks, my emotions so turbulent I couldn’t control them, didn’t want to. The hand still holding on to my ass gave a hard, painful squeeze. Cameron licked that dark, secret place once more, then pulled away, spun me around, and stared me in the eyes. I was still crying, unable to stop.

“Maybe I don’t want this.” The sweet, salty flavor of my tears slid down my cheeks, a path of sorrow, of need. I didn’t know why I said anything, why I felt the need to kick the hornet’s nest. I cried because the emotions, the sensations were too much, too intense. He placed his hand right between my thighs, right where I ached for him. I opened my mouth on a silent gasp when he started rubbing my clit. The pleasure built inside of me. Cameron made this deep, humming sound.

“Lies. Fucking lies, Sofia.” His hand holding my waist was bruising me, no doubt having purple and blue marks forming on my pale flesh. “With me you’ll only tell the truth. And if I have to force it out of you, make you come as you say the words, so fucking be it.”

I knew I couldn’t lie. My body betrayed the truth, denying what I said. I tried to stay strong, distant. And then he wrenched the pleasure from me, reaching in deep to my very soul, pulling it out and ripping it free. I was helpless to stop myself, but truth was I didn’t want to fight it, didn’t want to pretend I didn’t want this. I started crying, the pleasure too much, the realization of it all too much for me to take in.

“My sweet Sofia.” Before I knew what was happening, Cameron had me in his arms, cradling me to his hard, powerful body, and holding me. He said things low, far too quietly for me to hear, but I didn’t need to know what he sa

id.

The atmosphere had changed, and in that moment I was here because I wanted to be. I wanted the beautiful torment he delivered, gave me freely.

I didn’t push him away, didn’t try to run. Instead I let Cameron carry me to the bed, knowing I was done fighting, even if it was only myself the war had been with.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I COULD SEE this wild look in Cameron’s eyes as he stared down at me, as he looked me over like I was this feast and he was eating for the last time. There was this part of me, this loud, raging part, that wanted to submit in all the ways that counted.

Do it. Accept it. Be his.

“Spread for me.” His voice was low, demon-like in its intensity, in the quality. While he stared at the valley between my thighs, he started undressing. He went for his belt, the button of his slacks. He pushed the material off, stood before me like this tattooed, scarred god that was intent on destruction.

I must not have been fast enough, because he growled low, grabbed my inner thighs, and wrenched my legs open.

“When I say spread for me, that means open fucking wide, Sofia. I want to see what I’ll be taking as mine.” He dug his fingers into my skin. “I want to see your virgin cunt, all open for me like a flower, wet, needy for my cock.” He kept his hands on me, his fingers in my flesh. I wanted his mark, those bruises that told me I was his property and he owned me.