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Saul

The rabid hunger in her eyes took my breath away. Her eyes were sharp—this wasn't a psychotic manifestation. This was her awakening after seven months of hiding herself away in the mental asylum. She was using her body to scream instead of her voice. I was more than happy to accommodate her.

I slapped her thigh. The sound cracked around my room like a whip.

“Oh…Aghh,”

she moaned as her eyes half-closed in pleasure, pulling her legs higher, begging for more.

I glanced at the red mark on her thigh and slapped the other one, smiling when she reacted in the same manner.

“Look at you. Begging for more, sugar. Hungry for it,”

I said, not giving her time before I slapped her wet pussy so hard that she spoke.

“Master,”

she sighed, closing her eyes before she spoke.

“Oh, please…again!”

Affection filled my heart as she bravely used her words. For the first time, it felt as if she said my name. Not as a lifeless object but a brave woman pushing through her past. I rubbed her pink pussy as it wept, but I didn't know if it was for me or the pain.

“My good girl,”

I cooed, circling my fingers around her clit.

I gave her what she needed. A slap so hard that it burned the tips of my fingers and turned her flesh from pink to red.

“Agrhhh. Yes,”

she hissed through the pain.

I crouched over her, kissing her straining neck, running my tongue over her soft skin. She froze beneath me. The fact that she was used to harsh treatment but not tender made me close my eyes for a second. I kissed the crook of her neck, leading to her clavicle, until I felt her hesitant fingertips touch my shoulder.

Her vulnerability was her greatest gift to me, more than her trust. I pulled back to look at her eyes. They sparkled with unshed tears. She looked away from me, hiding. Ashamed? I cupped her cheek, using my thumb to wipe away the tears.

“You're mine, sugar. No one will ever harm you again. I don't know if you killed him, but if you didn't, I will,”

I vowed, pulling her face back toward me to kiss her damp cheek.

She didn't speak, but I didn't expect her to.

“I hope you didn't because I know ways to inflict pain that he couldn't imagine,”

I whispered in her ear.

I smiled when her lips parted in a silent gasp, and her eyes widened in shock. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she held onto me like her anchor. She needed to know who I was because this was her only warning before I claimed every broken piece of her shattered body and dark soul. Especially when her darkness crept out, I would suck it all up to save her.

“I’m not going anywhere, sugar. You're stuck with me,”

I said, tracing my finger over her lips.

My smile vanished when she snapped her head up and swallowed my finger, holding it between her teeth before she licked it. My cock jerked between us, and I saw a fraction of her lips turn up as she released my finger.

“Such a naughty girl, sugar,”

I said, pushing my hand between us, lifting my hips to rub my tip along her opening.

I stared into her playful blue eyes, and I realised the truth. I wasn’t her salvation. She was mine. My head dipped down as I claimed her mouth while guiding my cock inside her hot wet cunt, closing my eyes to savour the taste of her mouth. Her hands wrapped around my neck as I plundered inside of her.

My heart beat to one single word on repeat. Mine.

Her cries of pleasure were muffled against my mouth. I took advantage and pushed my tongue against hers. The same way her hips lifted to meet my downward thrusts. I slipped my arm around her back, gripping her hair while I fucked her as if to carve my name on her insides. To wash away the demons of her past.

Her tongue battled against mine, her muffled cries morphing into moans of pleasure as I repeatedly plunged inside her soft tissue. Her hand tugged at my hair, but the other wandered to my ass, digging her nails into me, demanding more. I broke the kiss and placed my hands bedside her golden hair to stare into her eyes.

“Mine,”

I growled.

Her mouth opened, panting loudly, placing her hand on my chest, but her pussy contracted around me. She nodded her head, clenching my dick while I pulled free and continued to thrust deep inside her tight, clutching hole. The force of my pounding caused her tits to bounce. I didn't see her scars. I only saw the beauty of her survival. The bravest person I’d ever met.

“You're beautiful, sugar. I've got you,”

I said, pinning her leg to the bed to angle my thrusts upward, rubbing against her until she fell apart for me, screaming as she did.

I grimaced as she squeezed my cock.

Until it throbbed and jerked.

My ball’s tightened painfully, and I filled her pussy with my cum, grateful that Dom had the hindsight to sort her birth control out before releasing her to me.

I groaned as she fluttered around me.

I kept moving, slapping my hot flesh against hers, ensuring she took every last drop of me.

The release was unlike any other, and at forty-two, I’d fucked many women but never with a raw connection like this.

I covered her body, keeping her warm, safe and moving inside her—a reminder to us both.

We would never be over.

I nuzzled into her damp hairline, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo from our bath the night before.

She sighed against my chest and wrapped her arms around my waist.

My eyes snapped open when her pussy contracted around me again.

I gently kissed her forehead, slipping my arm around her waist to hold her tightly. She buried her face into my neck, clinging to me.

Forever with this woman wasn’t enough.

**

Guilt ate away at me when her stomach rumbled.

I cleaned her up and tucked her into bed before I went downstairs to make us breakfast.

I took up toast, omelette, and tea, but since I was the cause of her hunger, I added some toast with peanut butter and sliced bananas.

I didn’t know what she took in her tea, so I added milk and sugar to the tray.

When I reached the bedroom doorway, she was sitting up and staring at the window.

I nudged the door open, and she turned to face me.

Her eyes were soft, her cheeks glowing, and when she saw the mountain of food, she hid her smile with a shyness that made my heart stutter.

I noticed her bear was in the bed beside her, and for a fraction of a second, insane jealousy of a stuffed toy burned the pit of my stomach.

I’d killed humans.

So why was I plotting murder against fabric and fluff? To hide my shame, I smiled widely at her.

She would stab and run if she ever discovered the depths of my darkness.

No, she was mine, and I aimed to ensnare her the way she had me.

I would use every low-life bastard trick in the book, and if that didn’t work, I would write a new book.