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It’s just Klaus and me on the dock now. He searches my eyes once again, making sure I’m okay. The concern on his face makes my heart melt into a complete puddle.

“Are you okay?” he asks me.

Out of nowhere, my heart feels heavy. I nod and glance down at my feet, hiding my face from him.

I don’t know if he realizes it, but Klaus gives me the kind of love I always craved as a little girl.

I told myself that I hated my father, but the truth was that I wanted him to care more. I wanted him to be a better man. I wanted him to come back into my life. I wanted him to love me like a father should.

Those dreams never came true.

But Klaus heals that wound in my heart that was left behind by my father.

He wipes away the first drop of tear that rolls down my cheek.

“Emma,” he says. “What’s wrong?”

I lick my bottom lip. I don’t feel like talking right now. I just want his lips pressed against mine. I just want his body on top of mine.

“Can you...” I don’t finish the question.

I don’t have to.

Klaus scoops me into his arms and walks away from the dock.

He takes me to the same groove we found yesterday.

It’s a private enclave, and it looks even better in the morning.

Everything is a vibrant hue of blue and green and brown.

The golden sunshine makes it look like a place where fairies would live.

He presses me up against that same tree where he kissed me yesterday.

“Look at what you turn me into, Emma.” He grabs my throat and snarls the words against my lips. “I have to drag you out into the middle of nowhere just to have my way with you.”

I struggle to breathe underneath the pressure of his grip.

“You breathe when I let you,” he says. “You open these thighs for me when I ask you to. You show me your pretty tits whenever I want to look at them. Because every inch of you belongs to me now.”

My vision swims from the lack of oxygen in my system. At the same time, a primal heat gathers between my thighs. A pulse forms there, beating for his touch.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he says. “I want you to look at me while I corrupt your hot little body.”

He pushes his hard length against my stomach, grinding it against me. I gasp when his shaft brushes against my clit.

“Fuck, you like it, don’t you?” he says. “I bet if I touched you right now, I’d find you dripping wet for my cock.”

He shoves his hand between my thighs, squeezing my flesh hard.

“What a bad, bad girl,” he says. “You’re soaked all the way through your panties for me. Does it make you horny knowing I couldn’t wait to have you? I brought you all the way here so nobody could hear your screams. But you secretly like it, don’t you?”

He can decipher every sigh that leaves my lips. He can read every flicker of emotion in my eyes. He can anticipate the needs of my body before I can even express them.

“You may look like an angel, but you’re a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” He pushes my panties to the side and swipes a thick digit between my folds. “Look how wet this little cunt is for a hard fuck.”

I shift against the tree, but his hold on me is so strong that I can barely move.

His eyes darken.

He leans down and presses his mouth against my ear. “You’re not getting out of this without taking my cock inside your little fuck hole, little girl. I brought you all the way here to have my way with you. I’m going to take you however I like now, and you’re going to like it.”

He gives my ass a rough squeeze before circling my rim with his index finger.

“I have a feeling you’re especially tight here,” he says. “I can’t wait to break you in. You’re going to look so good impaled on my big cock.”

Without stepping away from me, he frees his cock from its confines. It takes me by surprise every time I see it. It’s so big and angry as it prods against my skin. It looks less like a human appendage, and more like something that’s a part of a beast.

“Don’t be scared, princess,” he says. “I’m going to find a way to shove it inside you. I always do.”

He takes the head of his cock and rubs it up and down my bare pussy, getting his tip wet.

“You feel so fucking good against me, little Emma,” he says, groaning when his head slips inside my entrance. He continues the slow torture, rubbing himself against me until I’m sensitive everywhere.

My breasts heave against his chest. I try to rub my nipples against his hard body, writhing against him.

I love the feeling of being trapped underneath him. I love the way he takes the reins every time.

He’s a man who knows how to be in control, and he does it so well.

“So fucking horny for my cock,” he says.

“I thought I’d have to take you with your arms bound and mouth covered, but you’re addicted to the rush now, aren’t you?

You want my big dirty cock inside your tiny princess hole.

You don’t care how wrong it is. You just want to be used by a man who knows what he’s doing. ”

I look up at him through heavy eyelids. He doesn’t even need to touch me to turn me on. All he has to do is whisper those filthy words against my ear.

“Klaus, please.” I blink up at him.

My entire body feels like it’s made of molten lava. Everything is viscous and burning and red-hot.

“Please, what?” he asks.

“Just—” I gasp as his hand tightens around my neck, stealing my oxygen once again.

“Finish your sentence, baby girl,” he says.

I keep my eyes on him. I love this man for who he is. I love the warmth in his eyes when he catches my eye from across the room. I love the darkness that clouds them when we’re playing these games.

“Make me feel good,” I say. “Put your cock deep inside me and make me feel good.”

He spins me around. My back is now pressed against his chest. He tugs my hair back as he slips his hand inside my shirt. He cups my breasts in his palms, kneading them roughly.

“You were made to be fucked by me,” he says. “These perfect tits, your full mouth, those bedroom eyes. It was inevitable. It was only a matter of time before I sneaked into your bedroom to steal your innocence.”

He pushes himself inside me, stretching me until he’s the only thing I can feel.

“Let me in the rest of the way, little girl,” he says, baring his teeth against my neck. “You’re so tight that I can barely move inside you. I don’t mind cramming myself in you, but that’s going to hurt.”

I try to relax my body, but it’s hard to. I still haven’t gotten used to how big he is. He’s solid and thick everywhere, and his cock is no exception.

He leans down to kiss the space between my shoulder blades. Delicious warmth swirls inside me like warm honey. The tension leaves my body with a sigh.

“Just a few more inches now, baby,” he says. “Be a good girl and let me in.”

I moan as his teeth sink into my skin. He pushes the rest of his cock inside me, filling me up so completely that it’s hard to form another thought. His balls are heavy as they press against my backside.

“This pussy was made to be bred by me,” he says. “So fucking tight for me. It’s trying to milk mealready, enticing me to spill inside you.”

I shimmy my hips against him, getting used to his length and girth. He thrusts inside me, bottoming out and making me see stars.

“You drive me crazy, Emma,” he says. “You make me lose my fucking mind. You’ve awakened this beast inside me, turning me into a savage. And now, you’re going to bear the consequences.”

His thrusts are slow and deep, but it’s not long before he’s taking me how he needs.He bottoms out with every thrust, giving me just a little more than I can take.

His hand flexes around my throat, choking me until everything heightens—the pain, the pleasure, the madness.

“You were so innocent when I met you. A virgin princess,” he says. “Look at you now, taking my cock like you’re being paid for it. I’ve turned you into my personal whore.”

Moans tumble from my lips.

His crude words and degradation make me sensitive everywhere. He becomes my whole world. He controls every breath I take. He’s in charge of every sensation that rolls down my spine.

His echoing grunts make my pussy clench with need. He’s giving me everything he can, but that only makes me want more.

“Klaus.” His name leaves my lips in a broken sob.

He responds by turning me back around and locking eyes with me.He kisses me then, stealing the remaining breath in my lungs as he slams back inside me.

The delicious friction between us takes me to the edge. I’m about to fall, and he’s the only thing holding me together.

“My girl,” he says. “You’re my girl for life. You open these thighs for me and me only.”

He fucks me against the tree, his arm making sure that none of the hard bark scrapes against my skin. Even when his eyes are clouded with lust, he’s still a gentleman. Only for me.

He tugs on my hair.

“Come on my big cock now, Emma,” he says.

I wrap my arms tighter around his neck as I shatter into a million shards of light. I chant his name like a prayer, letting him take all of my power.

He goes for broke now, fucking me so hard that I feel it in every cell of my body. He fucks me with brutal thrusts of his hips until he spills deep inside me, leaving my thighs sticky with his come.

And then he’s kissing me, making sure that my lips are as bruised as the rest of my body.

My heart slams against my ribcage. His heart slams against my skin.

I don’t feel like a separate person anymore. When he’s kissing me like this, I feel like we’re one. Him and I, we’re the same.

In his arms, everything is simple.

With him, everything is okay.