Mine

by Clio Evans

More than anything, I just wanted to bend her over right here. In the middle of a crowd. I wanted to show the whole fucking world that she was mine.

“Is that what you want?” I asked her. “Do you want me to fuck you in front of everyone?”

“Because we’ve had to keep everything hidden, I like being able to kiss you out in the open. And I like the idea of you making me yours in front of a crowd.”

“I want to breed you in front of the whole world,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to make you a collar with my name on it. I want you to wear it while I tie you to my bed and fuck you. I want to put you in a rope harness and suspend you in the air and make you come so many times you forget your name. I want to corrupt you.

The tattoo on my wrist was there for a fucking reason. I wanted her to be mine. All mine.

“Enthusiastic consent is sexy,” I said softly.

Getting competitive about cock sucking was something I never could have guessed would turn me on, but here I was.

“I’m always worried after scenes that I did too much.” Her hand was warm on my chest. “I loved every single thing you did to me tonight. I wanted it all, Salt. Every single part of it.”

“I can go home if you don’t want me to stay,” I whispered. “I want you to stay,” she said. “I want you to sleep with me. In my bed. I want to wake up next to you. I want to dream next to you.”

“I’m going to rinse off real quick,” she said. “Want to eat ice cream and watch me shower?” “The answer will always be yes to that question.”

I’d fallen asleep next to him so easily. I’d even dreamed about him, although I wasn’t sure exactly what about. I just knew that his presence was so intertwined into my being, I could feel him in the cells of my blood. The marrow of my bones. And I didn’t want to change a thing.

“They don’t know the real you, just like they don’t know the real me,” I said with a shrug. “The internet thinks I’m a guitar-playing harlot.” “I don’t know if they’re wrong about that.”

She tasted sweet and sassy and like someone who was about to be screaming my name.

“Baby, that pussy belongs to me right now. I hope you don’t plan on doing much talking tomorrow, because your voice is going to be hoarse from screaming my name.”

He was beauty, and in this room, I was the beast.

Salt smiled and the entire room lit up. God, he had charisma. A dark, brooding kind that wrapped around you until you’d do anything for him. And he’s mine.

If that’s what it took, I’d do anything. I’d spend the rest of my life touching her, worshiping her, and reminding her that she was mine.

But I couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. There was something wrong with us, and maybe that was part of why this worked so fucking well.

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Pepper. I’ve never needed someone this way. I don’t care what they say about us. I don’t care what your ex-husband thinks.

“Mine,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. You don’t even belong to yourself right now, you belong to me. Do you understand what I’m saying?” “But what about me?” I rasped. “Are you mine too? Are you⁠—”

Who the fuck do you think I am?” “Mine,” I whimpered.

The lust raging between us was infectious and dangerous, but I just didn’t care. I didn’t care if he ruined me. I wanted him to ruin me.

He wasn’t threatened by my strength. It only made my submission sweeter.

“Who am I?” I asked. “Mine,” she whispered. “And who are you?” “Yours,”

“Yours to touch. Yours to use. Yours to fuck.”

You have to love yourself enough to break the curse first. And then she can love you enough to remind you that you were never cursed to begin with.

She was the melody of my heart. And I’d have the chance to sing that song forever.

My music is yours.” “And my heart is yours.”

Forever mine.