Page 49 of His Little Angel

I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt.

Fuck—she’s tight. Hot.

I pull back and slam in again.

“I followed you home once,” I grunt between thrusts. “Touched myself alone in my car.”

The jealousy from that text festers, twists into something darker. I need to burn it out of me.

I release her wrists only to grab her throat, squeezing just enough to steal her breath, her face flushing red.

“Luke could never do this,” I snarl. “He wouldn’t know how to break you open. How to make you crave the pain.”

She moans, hips bucking despite the fear.

I yank out of her suddenly and flip her over, hauling her ass up. She whimpers, confused.

I slap her—once, twice, three times—leaving red welts that bloom beneath my hand.

She arches back, offering herself.

That submission snaps something feral inside me.

I grab the thin leather restraints I’ve kept hidden—the ones I bought months ago while picturing her bound and helpless—and snap them around her wrists, chaining them to the headboard.

She isn’t fazed.

Seems my girl carries the same darkness I do.

I grab the bottle of lube and pour it over her ass, watching it drip down to her pussy. I press two fingers into her tight hole, forcing them deep as she cries out.

“This is what obsession looks like,” I murmur. “I’ve dreamed of filling every part of you. Owning you completely.”

I add a third finger, stretching her roughly. Then I line my cock up and push in slowly—just the head.

Then I thrust forward, burying half my length in one brutal motion.

She screams into the sheets.

The burn is exquisite agony for her.

Pure heaven for me.

I fuck her mercilessly with half my length, knowing I’ll be able to take more with time—but not today.

“Feel that?” I growl. “That’s me carving my name inside you. No one else gets this. Ever.”

My hand snakes forward, pinching her clit, rolling it viciously. Her body locks, clenching as she comes apart.

The sight destroys me.

I unload, hot spurts flooding her until it leaks out around my cock, mixing with the lube in a filthy mess.

“Mine,” I murmur into her hair. “Forever. And if Luke—or anyone else—tries to take you…”

I kiss her temple.

“I’ll bury them.”