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I’m a bad man. I do what I want—take what I want—and the whole damn world lets me because I have a badge.
From the moment she shyly flagged me down months ago, offering me a single daisy to brighten my day, I’ve only ever cared about keeping one soul safe. Of watching her, of learning all her secrets, of obsessing over the moment I could find a way to make her mine. My angel.
“What did you do? You tried to give yourself away to another man. You’re not allowed. That pussy is mine.”
“You don’t know what that sound does to me… you will, just not yet. Let’s get this over with first. See, I actually do want you to scream. Especially when I’m fucking you… oh, angel, I can’t wait to hear you shout my name. I’ll own your screams, just like I own you—but if you think it’s going to save you from me…”
“Because, at first, you saved me from the dark thoughts.” From the way his gaze roves over me, I can guess what those thoughts are about. “But then they just got darker. I had to take you. I had to make you mine, and the only way to do that was to make you mine. Lover… captive… prisoner. It doesn’t matter to me what you are so long as I can claim you. You belong to me, and that means you belong with me—locked up or not.”
“Oh, angel. I don’t know why you tried to deny the both of us. I thought I would have to work to get you wet but… fuck me… you’re soaked.”
“I own you, Angela. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty, too. I will fuck you… that’s your body. I will marry you… that’s your soul. And, when you don’t take an easy out on what we have together, I’ll know I have your loyalty.”
The blood doesn’t disturb me. It… it excites me. And since that fact does disturb me, I need him to give me some space.
“Damn it, Angela.” Burns lifts his hand. The gun is aimed right at my forehead. “I killed for you. I’d die for you. You’re my goddamn world, the only thing worth anything in this life. I love you. You love me. Now fucking tell me.”
“Angel… you’re playing with fire. You know that, right?” “No,” I say earnestly, grabbing his cock. “I’m playing with Burns. Only I’m not playing.” I squeeze. “I’m begging.”
“You’re going to take every drop of my come like a good girl with nothing between us. You understand me, angel? Now say ‘yes, officer’.”
“Love can fade. I love you desperately, but sometimes that’s not enough. But obsession? You’re all I think about it. I close my eyes, I see your face. I lick my lips, I taste you. If I thought you’d let me, I’d fucking chain you to my side so that I would never have a heartbeat when I wasn’t experiencing you.”
“Angela… if I put this on your finger, that’s it. Nothing short of you stabbing me in the fucking heart will get me to agree to let you take it off again. Even then, I’ll plead with you as I bleed out to keep it on until I’m dead and can’t see you without it. I’m that fucking serious. Do you understand me?”
Officer Mason Burns, yall 🤌🥵
“You mean how I obsessed over you for months, snuck into your apartment to watch you sleep, eventually read your journal, discovered to my fucking delight that you were just as obsessed with me so I went on to fulfill every single one of your very descriptive fantasies to make you mine forever?”
