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“I’m so fucking sorry, Violet. I put all the blame on you. I put you through hell and back to pay for a crime that wasn’t even yours.”
As much as I love living with Aneesa, I hope she’s right. Staying here with Wes has been heaven, even through recovery. The bad pain days, the nightmares that have me screaming awake in the middle of the night, he’s always right there to wrap his arms around me, pull me against him, and remind me that no one is ever going to lay a finger on me with him around.
Maybe when I’m further in my recovery—physically and mentally—he’ll be able to wrap his belt around my throat again. Or his hand. Make me crawl to him. Beg. Maybe even chase me through the woods again. Someday, I’ll admit to him I liked it a lot more than I let on. But for now, this is exactly what I want.
“You’re everything to me, Violet. No one else will touch you, and no one will even think about hurting you with me around.”
“You have me. All of me. As long as you want me, I’m yours. I’d burn down every inch of this world if you asked me to.”
“Just you wait, baby.” His tongue glides up my slit, and I writhe beneath him. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Come on my tongue.” His tongue works me in big, sweeping strokes, taking his time building up that pleasure between my legs. When my clit starts throbbing, he pulls it between his lips, sucking me hard.
“I know, baby. I want your clit throbbing in my mouth.” With that, he sinks a finger inside me. The stretch makes tears of pleasure spring to my eyes. He thrusts his finger inside me, sucking on my clit as hard as he can, and pleasure mounts so high, it sets me on fire. When my pussy starts to clench around his finger, he pumps inside me. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”
Until I pull him closer and tell him, “I want you to fuck me so hard, my nails leave scars on your back.”
“You’re so fucking tight around my cock.” His thumb swirls around my clit, pulling a moan from the depths of my chest. “This is mine.” His hand travels to my ass and squeezes. “This is mine.” To my breast. “This is mine.” Then to my chest, my heart pounding rhythmically beneath his palm. “And most importantly, this is mine. All of you, every inch. I’ll remind you every day. I’ll never let you forget.”
