Fear Me, Love Me

by Lilith Vincent

The rule that these boys have broken? I’m only allowed to bleed for him.

Tyrant doesn’t wear clothes. He brings them to life. The suit jacket encasing his muscular shoulders looks like it formed instantaneously around his body from Italian wool and miracles. And his skin. I used to think there was nothing in the world more wondrous to the touch than buttery satin, fine silk chiffon, and thick velvet that’s been woven from the night sky. Now I know that nothing compares to Tyrant’s warm, touchable skin, adorned with intricate tattoos that cover his body, his hands, creep up his throat, and even decorate his cheekbones and above his brows.

Vivienne Stone doesn’t know it, but she has a core of pure steel.

She’s exactly what I crave in a woman. She’s everything I need in the mother of my children.

Vivienne won’t reach out with both hands and take what she craves, so I’ll have to take it for her.

Barlow is the key to her heart. All she needs to say is, Tyrant, I want Barlow, and I’ll go get her brother for her and take them both to my mansion where we’ll live happily ever fucking after.

Every furious moment of my life is spent obsessing over a way to make Vivienne ask me for what she craves, and today, I think I’ve come up with the answer. I’ve been aching to be eight inches deep in her tight pussy ever since I thought of it.

I’m making her crazy? She’s the one who’s so lovely and exquisite, and yet she’s not my wife and she’s not pregnant with my baby. Yet.

“You’re only for me, angel. I killed that asshole who cut you, and if anyone else touches you, I will put a bullet in his head.”

“I don’t even know why you like me. I’m a mess. I’m ruined.” Vivienne looks down at herself and her eyes suddenly fill with tears. I lick the tears from her cheeks. If an angel can look at a monster like me with so much softness in her heart, then that monster is going to make her believe she’s beautiful. “Like you? I don’t fucking like you. I’m obsessed with you.”

“We make perfect sense, angel. Don’t worry about anyone else. They’ll all get it through their thick skulls when my baby starts to show in your belly.” If Vivienne won’t ask for Barlow to get our family started, then I’ll fuck my own baby into her right now. Vivienne’s eyes fly open in alarm. “What did you just say? Tyrant, you can’t—” I thrust into her pussy with one swift movement. I can, and I fucking will.

“I want you swollen with my baby, a ring on your finger, and living in my house where I can protect you,”

Being here with him means my world is filled with color and light, which is ironic considering I’m being fucked by the man with the darkest heart in Henson.

She’s right, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her lover. Her stalker. Her obsessed future husband and the father of her children.

“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”