Little Dove (Black Resorts, #1)

by Layla Frost

“Make sure you know what you’re saying, little dove. I’ll control you. Completely. Every damn aspect of your entire life. You’ll follow my rules. When you break them, I’ll punish you until you hate me and then fuck you until you don’t.”

“I’ll take care of you until you’re just as wrapped up and addicted to me as I am to you.”

“Thank you for giving me you,” he whispered. “Thank you for wanting me,” I whispered back.

With her body pressed to mine, her pussy in my hand and her heart beating under my other palm, I knew two things down to my bones. It’d been worth every second. And I was never letting her go.

“I’ve been training you to take my cock the way I like. To suck it down your throat and to keep going even when you’re gagging. To follow my rules, to listen to me, to finally fucking trust me. I’ve been training you to be mine. No one else’s.” He shook his head, scowling. “I want to kill every bastard who looks at you. You think I’d let someone else touch you? Touch what’s mine?” His tone was sharp, its edge lethal. “Do you want to know what happens to someone who touches you, Juliet?”

Do you know why I started calling you little dove?” I shook my head. His cock jerked against my stomach. “Because I knew I was going to keep you in my cage. Even back then, I knew I’d never let you go.”

“No one takes you from me, little dove,” Maximo growled. “No one opens your cage.” God, so close. “Even you.” His thrusts grew vicious, making my eyes unfocused and my thoughts hazy. “I decide when this is over.”

“And it’ll never be over. I’ll never let you go because I love you, Juliet. ‘Til the day I die.”

I didn’t need a charming prince at my side. I needed a villain at my back. I needed someone who would love me with obsessive reassurance. Someone who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty because I knew firsthand that the world was far from a fairy tale.

Juliet was strong. Stubborn. Independent. After being on her own for so long, she didn’t easily need. But she needed me. And that made me crazed.

I’ve wanted to marry you for months, but I knew you weren’t ready. I’ve been patient. I’ve waited. And I’m done. I want you tied to me in every way you can be, wrapped up like I am.”