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"Hey stripes, the whistle ain't a dick, you can blow it,”
For a second I was tempted to rip his vocal chords out for calling my girl “pussy,” but I held myself back.
I’d never written a song about a real man. But Walker Davis may have changed my mind.
didn’t want to share her. I wanted her to myself. I wanted to bask in the light she was giving off. Take all that gorgeous perfection for myself.
But if we were meant to be, which I knew we were…wouldn’t it be my lucky day. With every step back to the bedroom, I felt more sure, like I was shedding the weight of trying to be the good guy all the time. I’d be that good guy eventually. I’d make all her dreams—whatever they were—come true. But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.
Danielle liked this
Walker Davis was going to ruin me. And maybe it was going to be worth it for once.
Men like him didn’t exist. His abs were a masterpiece, each muscle sharply delineated, creating a mesmerizing pattern of ridges and valleys.
He wasn’t supposed to look at me like the sun set and rose because of me, that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Maybe I’d been wearing rose colored glasses back then. Or maybe it was just that my world was now gray-tinged, everything sullied by the last few years.
But I was feeling a little broken since sleeping with Walker. Like I’d touched the sun, and everyone else was just…nothing?
People should have known she was something special though. Regular people didn’t glow like that, didn’t light up the air around them like a rare and radiant comet, streaking through the night sky.
kissing her again and sucking on her tongue so she could taste my blood. I mean, I wasn’t a fucking vampire, but there was something about having a part of me inside her. My fingers, my dick, my cum, my blood…my baby. I was desperate for it all.
I hadn't been lying to Ari and Linc. I was gonna be a daddy. If our one night hadn't done the trick, I was gonna fill Olivia with my cum until her belly rounded with our child.
I growled and her gaze snapped to mine. “I’m staring at what I want,” I told her solemnly, wanting her to get how serious I was. More serious than I’d been about anything in my life before, even hockey.
having Olivia separated from me by a wall made the place feel like actual hell. I’d had enough of being separated from her.
He was the kind of guy I would have fantasized about once upon a time. Who I would have thought didn’t actually exist.
If I was going to ache for him, he’d better ache for me.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about me. Tell me you’ve been obsessing about every touch, every kiss, every sigh…every fucking second of that night,” he begged as he held my wrists tightly against his chest. I yanked my gaze away from his. It was too much. “Look at me,” he growled, grabbing my chin so I was forced to. “Look. At. Me.”
“I want to mark you all over. Every inch of you. So there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that you’re mine,” he said in a rough voice. “I’ve been aching for you.”
“This pretty pussy’s all mine, isn’t it baby?” he said as he thrust up into me. His free hand grabbed one of mine, bringing it to my core as he used my own fingers to play with my clit. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s my good girl.”
“I don’t know that there’s much I wouldn’t do to keep you,”
Awe washed over me as I gazed at his gorgeous face. It was like he’d been made for me, perfectly designed to be my biggest weakness.
As his gaze held mine, a silent promise of safety and security in his blue depths, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—taking a risk on him might be worth it in the end.
“I just decided that I was an idiot,” she responded, her voice blank. She fisted the skirt of her dress. “Every second I spend around you gets harder. I—I can’t do hard…”
"You deserve someone who can give you everything, not just shattered pieces."
“How do you do that?” I whispered, staring up at him in wonder. “What?” he asked, leaning over and kissing away the tear that had been falling down my cheek. “How do you make me feel like nothing bad’s ever happened to me…like I’ve never been broken before?”
Rip out my soul and give it to him, just for a chance at a love like that.
The psycho part of me did feel much better about the reveal though. The part of me that was desperate for someone to love me…to want me—that part of me loved the fact that he’d done something so permanent, so outlandish to himself.
The psycho part of me needed obsession. And your name on someone’s dick had to be the definition of that.
Walker closed the distance between them, dragging me with him even as he towered over the guy. "Let me make one thing clear," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "Olivia is mine. If you ever even think about disrespecting something that’s ‘mine’ again…I'll fucking end you."
My dick was shrinking listening to her. I would have to measure it when I got home because I might have just lost two inches just being in her presence.
As I was learning though…sometimes when you found the right girl…to get her…you had to do all the wrong things.
“I’d like to think there is a place for us, all the people that walk around perpetually empty, with something missing inside of them. Somewhere where we can belong, and exist without this…pain,” I murmured against his skin as he held me through yet another one of my meltdowns. He gently lifted me off his chest, his stare burning into my tear stained gaze. “There is a place,” he told me fiercely, making me want to die with the devotion in his eyes. “I was put on this earth to be that place. To be those missing pieces.”
“I want to be wrapped in your skin…in your bones. I want every piece of you, all over me. There isn’t anything about you that I don’t want. That I don’t covet,”
“That you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me. Your soul. Is. Mine.”
Sometimes broken things stayed broken no matter what you did.
“Because I want all of you. I covet you. I want your tears, your cum, your words, your breath. I want everything.”
In shadows deep, I wandered lost, No shelter found, nor bridge to cross. Then you appeared, a guiding light, Leading me from the darkest night.
How could you call it “fucking” when you were baring your soul while you were doing it?
You're my safe place, my shelter in the storm, With you by my side, I feel reborn. In your arms, I find my solace and my grace, With you, I've found my hope, my love, my safe place.
In your arms, all fears cease, With you, my love, I find my peace.
He owned me. He owned my body. He owned my heart. He owned everything
the idea of sharing Olivia made me feel bloodthirsty. I would die before I ever let another man have her.
Lost in the world, caught in the fray, Searching for something to light my way. But in the chaos, I found my truth, I'm only free when I'm with you.
“I told you I just needed to take the edge off. Seeing another man touch you, angel. It makes me feral. I’m going to be spending the rest of the night fucking your every hole, until you’re so full of my cum that you can’t get rid of it. You’re going to be my good girl tonight, aren’t you baby?” he teased, playing with my breast through my jersey.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want it louder. I want the whole fucking world to know it. I want you to tell me you’re never going to leave me.” “I’m not going to leave you. I’m yours,”
“I’m acting like a man who literally has found the most perfect angel face sweetheart in the whole world, and I’m not about to let anyone take her.”
“There’s nothing that would ever cause me to not want you…to not need you. Nothing.”
