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“I’m going to take what I need from you,” I tell her in a low voice. “And then we’ll focus on the twisted shit you crave.”
“What was it that woke up your sweet little cunt?” I ask in a low voice. “The people in the room who watched you choke on my dick? Or me ordering you around?”
“What are you waiting for?” I bark, my voice suddenly loud and cruel. “
“You gonna get off like this?” His voice is in my ear again, his weight bearing down on my back. “I want to feel you come knowing that I can twist you any way I want and you’re helpless to stop it. My cock sliding into you is the worst sort of intrusion. The one you want the most and the one you can’t fight off.”
“If you leave, it all stops. But if you stay… I’m going to have so much fun tormenting you, sweetheart. Fucking count on that.”
She’s asleep. That pisses me off. She should only be wet when she’s thinking about me—not whoever is starring in her dream. I look down at her cunt. Did she rub herself to orgasm before she fell asleep? I pick up her hand, lifting it to my nose. Her fingers curl around mine, and I sniff. Then lick the pad of her index finger, just for the hell of it.
“Fight me,” I growl in her ear. I drag my teeth down the side of her neck. She smells sweet. As delectable as a dessert. “Come on, little viper. Fucking fight me
“You have a safe word, little viper.” “Why do you call me that?” He chuckles. “Because you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Can you not be psycho?” “You fight me and I like it,” he answers. “It makes me want to hurt you.”
“Not now. If I catch someone looking at you like they want to fuck you—” “No one is going to look at me like that,” I snap. “Because I’m invisible. Because I’m not as pretty—” “You’re fucking gorgeous,” Steele answers.
“Because you’re beautiful. Because you’re sin. Because you’re a distraction. And I’ve never hated anyone more than you,” he confesses. He leans forward and presses his lips to my chest.
I start to rise. “No,” he interrupts. “No, Aspen. Crawl to me.”
“Crawl. To. Me.”
“You remember Aspen Monroe?” He eyes me. “Y-yeah…” “You think you deserve to be in the same room as her, let alone touch her?” “Hey, man, she was flir—” Crack
“Wait, you’re actually wearing his jersey?” Amanda scoffs. “I thought he was kidding…”
“His jersey, his cum…” I shrug. “Bet you got neither when he fucked you, right?”
“Holy fuck,” I groan. He grabs my hand and puts it on the back of his head. “Show me what you need.”
“No, I want you to remember. Because you fight me until I please you, and then you turn into putty. Would there ever be a time when you don’t?”
“Sit,” I order her, licking my lips. “Steele—” “I swear to God, Aspen, sit on my face right now.”
“Tell me,” I order. “What do you need?” Show me how you feel. Give me what you want. Tell me what you need. I’ll get to the root of her.
“Like… I’m going to put you in my jersey at the game.” I lean into her side and whisper, “And then I’m going to fuck you in it. Again
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on my cock like the little slut you are. And after I use you some more, you’re going to come again. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I want to claw her shirt off and ravage her, I want to savor her slowly. I want her to kneel between my legs and suck me off. I want to kneel between her legs and eat her cunt like I’m starving.
“You’re too easy prey,” I comment, although my heart is beating out of my chest. “I’m not prey,” she answers, spreading her legs slowly. It gives me the perfect view of her pussy, which is glistening wet already. And I haven’t even touched her. Her throat works. “I’m the reward.” Fuck.
“I know, sweetheart,” Steele whispers, nipping my ear. “I know what you crave—and it’s not sex on a soft mattress. You want to be fucked on the ground. Taken from behind like an animal.” His voice is hoarse, his movements slowing. “You need dirty, and you need to hurt. You need to be stuffed full of cock that you’re not sure you entirely want, like a little slut that Daddy didn’t pay enough attention to as a child.”
“Maybe I’m a little slut because my daddy gave me too much attention,” I whisper against his lips. “Ever think about that?”
“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”
“You’re my little slut,”
“I’m not going to last long,” I continue. “And then we’re going to go back to dinner and you’re going to wear my cum like a good little whore.”
“We can’t—” “So help me god, Aspen, if you finish that sentence…” I shake my head. “You’re mine. Okay? Here, there, on fucking Mars. There’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to derail me from you.” This obsession has gotten out of hand. I know that. She knows that. But I can’t stop—and I won’t.
“Tell me what you did.” “Drugged you,” he admits to my chest. “Fucked you. Claimed you
“You want me to leave you here until tomorrow morning? Bound up like the little slut you and I both know you are? Then spit it out. I fucking dare you, Aspen. Spit it out and I’ll treat you like a cheap whore. Maybe take some pictures while you’re tied up like this, or put a pretty gag in your mouth.” He glowers at me. “Swallow it and I’ll let you up.”
Tattoo care instructions. What the fuck? “What does it say?” He looks up at me, frowning. Still on his knees before me. “It says you’re mine.”
Property of Steele O’Brien. That’s what the fucking tattoo says.
“You know what went through my mind when I did it?” He traces just below his work, eliciting goosebumps to rise on my body. “No.” “I thought, ‘Now her daddy won’t be able to take pictures of her. Now she’s safe, because she doesn’t belong to him anymore. She belongs to me.’”
“You belong to me, Aspen. You did the moment you drew the joker at the party, although neither of us fucking knew the gravity of it.”
“Sit and spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me my pussy.” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “I have my period,” she mutters. Oh. “Yeah, I just got it tonight. So you may as well go home—” “Asp?” She pauses. “What?” “Shut up and get in bed.”
“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”
“Tell me, Aspen, is your lipstick on my cock?”
“I want you to do whatever the fuck you want,” he snaps at me. “If that’s play piano, then great. If that’s graduating with a degree in art or chemical engineering or fucking astrology, whatever. But just know that you’re going to be taken care of no matter what. I’m going to the NHL. I’m going to make a shit ton of money—I already have a shit ton of money, Aspen. Thirty thousand dollars to keep you in school and with a meal plan is a drop in the bucket. I’d give you more if it helps. I’d give you all of it if I thought for a second that you cared about that.” My mouth opens and closes. “I
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“Fuck me,” she cries. “Please. God, I’m begging.” A flutter soars through me. “That’s right, sweetheart,” I agree, leaning forward and running my nose across her clit. Inhaling her musky scent. “I am your god.”
“Beg,” I whisper against her lips. “Beg for your orgasm, Aspen. And make sure they can all hear you.”
“Please,” she cries, loud. “Please let me come, Steele. I need to come on your cock.”
“You look so pretty filled like this. You take me so fucking well, Aspen. You did so good.”
“Why didn’t I let you come?” he clarifies. I nod, my gaze averting. He smooths away my damp hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “Because I want you to think about me whether I’m in front of you or not.” His lips press to my temple. “I want you to ache like I do, with your eyes on me the whole fucking game. And every time I glance your way, I want you to feel it here
“Look at me, Aspen.” His finger under my chin brings my head up, and I meet his dark gaze. “There’s no one who can tear us apart.”
“I love you, Steele O’Brien.” “Marry me,” he responds.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. You know you’re my soulmate. Deep down, we’re the perfect fit—and nothing is going to change that.” He presses another kiss to my ring finger. “See your future with me—then reach out and take it.”
“I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.”
You need to bleed for the music, don’t you?
