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Chapter Twenty-Five

Tynan

H er eyes went wide, the cerulean blue glittering like a high-noon sky dusted with stars, and then her teeth bared.

My heart pumped with the force of a freight train, knowing she would fight me—knowing she had to before she’d let herself go. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, impossibly hard from the moment I pulled her into my arms.

I never believed it when they said your life flashes before your eyes in a near-death moment. I’d survived plenty of those moments to know it was a lie. There was no life. Only adrenaline and action and disbelief.

Until earlier tonight.

It wasn’t my near-death moment, but Sutton’s, when Kang aimed the gun at her, that sent my life spinning like a reel through my mind. Not the past, but the future. My future life with her. I saw it all. Every single day. Waking up with her in my arms. Fighting with her. Cooking for her. Going to bed with my cock buried inside her. I saw the wedding. I saw the kids. I saw the long life that neither of us thought we’d ever have…until each other.

And now, every breath was one more reminder of how close I’d come to losing that.

And now I needed to fuck her. Claim her. Make her realize that her life wasn’t her own anymore; it was tied to mine.

Because I was in love with her.

“Fight me, little wasp, if that’s what you really want,” I said low, feeling her throat bob under my palm and the pull of her breath.

She was never fighting me. Sutton was always fighting herself. Her guilt and obligation to her friend…and her fear of trusting anyone with her vulnerability. Life had taught her to fight with claws and teeth before letting anyone close, and I would always fight for that honor.

Sutton let out a cry and knocked my arm to the side, sweeping her leg behind mine and forcing me down onto my knees. My arm shot out and snaked around her waist, tossing her onto the bed like she weighed nothing.

She bounced on the mattress but steadied herself quickly on her hands. Her eyes flashed, and she quickly scrambled for her next attack.

She was good. Quick. She made me anticipate a hand or a fist to come flying at me, and as soon as I prepared for it, it was her leg that kicked out.

“I have to go,” she said, landing a blow straight to my chest.

I grunted, but the pain only sharpened my senses. My hand flung out, locking around her ankle before she could pull it back, and hauling her to the edge of the bed. She raised her other leg to kick me back, but I gripped her knee and wrenched her leg to the side.

“No, you don’t, Sutton,” I said, standing between her spread legs, her torso heaving as she sat tall.

She pulled one of her knives from where it held her hair, brandishing it between us. “Let me go.”

Her tone was all bark and no bite. The bite was in her blown-out pupils, the hard peaks of her tits, and the heady scent of her desire.

I held her stare, slowly sliding my hand from her knee up her inner thigh. Higher until she trembled. Until I felt the traces of wetness as I got close to her sex.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked huskily, and she stiffened just before I ran my knuckles along the seam of her pussy. “Because these lips are telling a different story.”

I stroked the wet fabric of her thong, feeling how she started to crumble to the touch. I bit back a groan as I hooked my fingers and pulled her underwear to the side.

“No,” she hissed and pushed herself closer, her knife poised under my chin.

My jaw locked, and I leaned into the blade as I pushed my middle finger inside her, feeling her breath break on its way through her lips.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” She was soaked. Her body greedily took one finger and then two, angling into my hand as I stroked along her front wall. “That’s it, little wasp,” I praised. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

It grew harder to breathe when she looked like this. One part of her holding a knife to my neck, another grinding into my fingers. She was afraid to want what she needed, and I’d risk everything for the moment when she finally capitulated.

She couldn’t stop her small whimper as I pushed my thumb into her clit, demanding pleasure from the swollen bud.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her hips jerking against me.

“Please what?” I growled, feeling the blade nick my throat as I finger fucked her, the sounds of her wet pussy driving me wild.

“Let me go,” she murmured without any strength behind the words.

I chuckled. “Never.” I breathed raggedly and rubbed her clit hard. “You’re mine, little wasp.”

She cried out, her eyes finding mine, her pupils blown wide with lust. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who’d realized what was almost lost earlier tonight.

My mind started to short circuit. Needing her. Needing to be inside her. Needing to forget that moment when I saw Kang about to shoot her.

“You’re mine,” I repeated, using the bulk of my body to push her back onto the mattress.

Her knife remained at my neck as a threat. One that kept most people away. One that had them give up on her at the first prick of pain. But not me. Never me. That knife was nothing more than a desperate defense of a woman who wanted to see who was brave enough to get close.

I let the blade cut my skin because it was the only way for my mouth to reach hers.

“Sutton…”

She trembled when my lips claimed hers and then kissed me back with the only violence she was capable of. Her tongue thrust and stabbed along the length of mine, the salt of her tears sinking unto the wounds she was undoing. My fingers kept a steady pace inside her cunt until she was breathless and the blade at my throat trembled.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, I have to go…”

“No,” I growled. “You have to come.”

I curled my fingers into her G-spot, stroking the starved nerves until she writhed and bucked, her pussy gripping my fingers and begging them to take her over the edge.

Not without me.

She gasped when I pulled my fingers free, her eyes swimming to find mine.

“You want to go, little wasp?” I taunted her, my hand moving to the waist of my jeans, working open the zipper. “Now’s your chance to try to run.”

That was a lie. She had plenty of chances with her knife to my throat. It was also a lie to imply that I’d let her escape.

I couldn’t hide the wave of relief that went through me when I pulled out my straining length, my cock thickening just knowing how fucking close she was. Like it could smell how wet she was.

“Try? I’m the one with a weapon to your throat.” Her low laugh was cut off when I leaned into the blade, letting it draw a drop of blood that dripped onto her collarbone.

“Then why aren’t you stopping me?” I growled and dragged my cock along her slick, waiting pussy, rubbing her clit until she squirmed and then notching the tip at her entrance.

“Why are you doing this?” she murmured with no bite left to her tone.

A low, ragged noise broke from my chest, from underneath where that sword had been buried for too long.

“Because I love you,” I rasped, my throat bobbing as I swallowed hard, another few drops of blood falling onto her chest.

My offering. My sacrifice.

Her hazy eyes went clear as her lips parted, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I thrust inside her, burying my cock along with my promise as deep as she’d let me.

Sutton cried out, her hips bucking as her pussy clenched and pushed, struggling against the intrusion.

Pleasure exploded in my skull. A violent detonation of sensations that made me strain until more of my blood dripped on her. “Fuck, Sutton,” I groaned, holding myself steady with the very last threads of my restraint until her eyes swam into focus on me. “I love you.”

And then the blade was gone, lowered just enough to not cut me.

“I love you, my little wasp.” I couldn’t hold it back—couldn’t hold myself back. The confession tore from my chest as my hips started to move, drawing my cock out before tunneling all the way back in.

I wasn’t slow this time. I forced her tight cunt to take all of me. All my thickness. All my piercings. All my length. All my fucking soul.

She broke on a whimper. That was the first sound. Next, it was her knife swishing along the bed and clattering on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, and then her hands were on my face, pulling it down to hers.

Groaning from somewhere deep in my chest, I kissed her just as hard as I fucked her. My cock pounded into her tight pussy, and she met each drive, willing to be bruised and bloody like I was if that was what it took to be with her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she panted, her small frame rocking from the force of my thrusts, her hands clawing at the back of my head for more. “Oh, yes.”

“Never letting you go, little wasp. You’re all mine,” I said raggedly. “Especially this tiny wet cunt. Fuck…” I swore, feeling how her body responded to the words, gushing around me.

I lost the rest of my mind then, replacing the images from earlier with this. The feel of her softness under me. Her tight heat gripping the life out of my cock. Her unsteady breaths rushing against my cheek. And knowing she was mine.

“Please,” she choked out. “Oh god…”

“ Who?”

“Daddy,” she panted, throwing her head back and bowing toward me like she couldn’t get enough. “You, Daddy. Please.”

Fuck.

I reared up and grabbed the tops of her thighs, holding them wide so I could shunt deeper inside her. For several perfect seconds, I knew nothing but the sound of her straining cries and the sight of my pierced cock disappearing inside her wet cunt. Bar after bar after bar.

And then I felt her coming. The ripples of her pussy around my length. The desperate stiffening of her muscles. The tip of her eyes back into her head.

Growling, I slid my hand between us, taking the swollen bud of her clit and pinching it hard just as her orgasm started, adding fuel to the fire.

She screamed, convulsing underneath me. Her back arched and her hips clamored to take more of my cock. With a roar, I gave it to her. I picked up my pace, shunting through the deadly clench of her cunt until I was so deep, it made her breath catch each time I knocked against her womb. Mine. And then my cock erupted.

I stayed like that for long minutes, filling her with the heat of my release until the utter exhaustion from the fear and frustration from earlier hit me tenfold. Rolling to the side, I pulled her with me, keeping her on top of me, her head to my chest, and just held her.

“I love you.”

She didn’t say anything for a beat. “What does that mean?”

My throat tightened. It shouldn’t have been a surprise since there was no one in her life who’d ever given her a good example of what that meant. Not really.

“It means, little wasp, when you risk your life, you risk mine, too.”