My Wicked Heart (Wicked Poison 2)

Over the last week, I have let her have control because I’ve been too afraid of hurting her. And I enjoy it. I appreciate how she demands of me what she wants and isn’t scared to take it. But make no mistake, she will be tied to the bed very soon. I will be in total control, and she will bend at my mercy.

She moves, her hips grinding fast, and I halt her, grabbing her hands from my shoulders and putting them behind her back, holding her wrists with one hand. She slows her hips’ movement and drops her head back as she takes it all.

No rush, just pleasure.

When she comes, I let go of her wrists, and her head falls to my shoulder while I’m still inside of her.

“I plan to marry you. I plan to keep you forever,” I whisper in her ear. I watch as a shiver wracks her body, and a smile touches her lips.

“Forever?” she asks quietly.

“Forever and ever,” I promise.

We stay like that for a while, until she crawls off my lap and tells me she wants ice cream. I watch as she gets out of the car, her long dark hair swaying as she does, a smile touching her lips that were made to make my heart rate pick up.

The first time I saw her at that party all those years ago, I knew she was something special, knew she would change me if I let her, but what I didn’t expect was that I would let her.

I’ve fallen hard for the girl whose eyes are as dark as a stormy night sky.

Somewhere along the way, our wicked hearts collided, and the poison remained, coursing just under the surface, waiting to ignite.

We are slaves to each other, and she will always be it for me no matter what.

In this life, and the next.

The End.