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NATALIA

H e didn’t say a word as he lifted me into his arms, his lips crashed into mine with such violent need I forgot how to breathe. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and I dug my fingers into the leather stretching over his back. I could taste him. There was something dangerous and something feral that lived only between us. He kissed me as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if she were trying to consume the very air I breathed. I had no choice but to surrender everything I was to him.

His tongue found mine and I sucked on it, loving his deep groan. My body was already shaking from the aftershocks of what he'd done to me just minutes ago. My pussy still ached, soaked and throbbing, needy for more. I didn't want him to be soft with me or gentle. I wanted him rough, and I wanted to be owned.

He kicked the door open to my bedroom with his boot, the frame rattling, and carried me straight to the bed. My lips never left him, my tongue licking into his mouth like I couldn't get enough. He tasted like sex and violence barely leashed. Like something wild enough to ruin me, and I wanted it all.

He dropped me on the bed, making me bounce on the mattress. I looked up at him, beneath dark lashes. Tick Tock stood at the foot of the bed, tearing his shirt off over his head. My breath caught in my throat.

God, he was beautiful in the most brutal way. Not perfect. Not airbrushed.

Feral.

Tattooed muscle flexed over broad shoulders, scars licking down his side, lean abs rippling. The thick ink curled over his chest, and I read his skin like a book. There were skulls, a clock with hands shattered, a serpent entwined around the blade of a dagger, and each tattoo carved into his skin was followed by a scar. Knife wounds on his back, bullet holes along his side, his arm, and his chest. He still wore a bandage over the one I'd given him, and my throat tightened. I wanted to touch every inch of him, relearn him, lick him, and claim every part of who he now was.

His jeans dropped, and my eyes fell to what he had for me between his legs. His cock was hard, thick, proud, and my mouth went dry.

He crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator ready to feast. And I was his trembling prey, lying still just waiting to be devoured.

My hands shook as I covered my bare breasts, nipples already taut and begging. He watched every movement, dark eyes, ravenous.

"Don't you dare," he growled.

I hesitated, slowly parting my legs for him, lying bare for him, and feeling completely exposed. His calloused fingers wrapped around my ankle, dragging me toward him, and then he flipped me onto my belly. A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I gasped.

"That's for leaving."

Another.

"That's for not waiting."

And again.

"And that's for walking around with these wet little panties pretending you're not mine."

I whimpered into the sheets, my body lighting up with each strike, the sting curling into pleasure.

His hand slid around my neck, fingers tightening just enough to hold me still as he pressed his cock between my thighs.

"Tell me, Kitten, do you still want Daddy to take care of you?"

I moaned, arching back into him.

"Say it."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, breathless.

He growled, deep and low, his cock jerking against my slick heat. "Fuck, you don’t know what that does to me."

He teased me with the tip, circling my entrance, then pulled away. I whimpered again.

"Not yet. You’re not ready. I want to see you fall apart first."

He flipped me onto my back again, sliding down between my thighs. His tongue ran along the seam of my pussy, licking slow, savoring me.

"I missed this pussy, Kitten. I missed the way she tastes."

He sucked my already sensitive clit into his mouth again and then bit gently. I cried out, my hips bucking. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him, a second meal for him to enjoy. And fuck, was I ever.

He licked slow, filthy circles around my clit, moaning like I was his favorite flavor. Then he slid his fingers inside me, curling just right, torturing me again until I was shaking, begging.

"Please, Daddy... please."

He didn’t stop. Just teased and licked, his tongue dancing over my clit as I screamed his name, back arching off the bed. He didn’t give me time to recover. He fucked me with his fingers, edging me again, refusing to let me come.

"You're going to come on my cock this time, Kitten. I’ll be the one to ruin you. Again. And again."

He suddenly yanked me to the edge of the bed, lifted my hips, and slammed his cock into me.

I screamed. It was pain and bliss, the stretch of him making me sob as he claimed me, hard and deep.

"Mine," he growled into my ear, pounding into me like he owned me.

"Yours," I whispered, clinging to the sheets.

"Louder."

"I’m yours, Daddy."

He fucked me harder, deeper, grinding his hips into me until I was nothing but needy whimpers and moans. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not with how thick he felt inside me, filling every inch until I was delirious from the pressure. My nails clawed into the sheets as I sobbed his name, my pussy clenching down on him never wanting to be left empty again.

And when I was barely coherent, when all I could do was cry and beg and whimper for more, he pulled out with a wet, filthy slap, flipped me onto my knees, and slammed into me from behind with such force the bed rocked.

"Fuck that feels good," he growled, hand cracking down hard on my ass. "Don’t you ever leave me again."

I moaned, my knees slipping forward from the brutal pace.

He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist like reins, yanked my head back and bent low, his breath hot on my skin. His tongue ran up the side of my neck, then he bit down, hard enough to make me cry out.

"This pussy is mine," he snarled. "You’re mine. You hear me, kitten? And if I have to fuck it into your memory, I will. Again. And again."

Each thrust slammed deep, his cock thick and unrelenting, dragging against my walls in the filthiest rhythm. He spanked my ass between thrusts, and I felt the sting bloom and then fade, each one marking me. My body shook from the onslaught, from the way he claimed me, from the sheer domination in his voice. I was unraveling once again, and he was the fire that made my entire bdy light up.

He was exactly what I needed him to me. Raw and violent in his claiming, bending me to his will and yet tender enough to make me shatter. He was everything I ever wanted, and I knew that there was no turning back from this. I was his. I’d always been his.

"Such a good fucking kitten. Always were. You always knew just how to take me, to beg for more with those moans, those filthy cries.”

I felt his cock jerk and I knew he was close. Tightening my pussy, I began to thrust back on him. He leaned back, watching me, grabbing my ass apart and squeezing the cheeks as I fucked at him.

“That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he groaned as my pussy clamped around his thickness.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum so hard in this tight pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy. Please cum inside me,” I mewled sweetly.”

“Fuck,” he started to pound his hips into me. A hard fuck as he chased his release. He suddenly yanked me up against him, rutting inside me as his hand fingers found my clit.

“Cum on my cock, Kitten,” he ordered, and I cried out, writhing and grinding on him as we both found what we needed.

The orgasm came quick and shocking waves of pleasure made my pussy convulse on him, milking every drop of his. We collapsed onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and heat, sweat-slicked and gasping. His chest heaved against mine, his weight comforting in the best way.

His hand slid over my ass, soothing the reddened skin he’d punished moments ago, he leaned forward, giving it gentle kisses. He then traced the curve of my hip with his tongue, his fingers caressing the dip of my waist. He was petting me like I was something precious. Like I hadn’t just clawed and begged and screamed his name while he took me like a savage.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, voice thick and rough. His lips brushed my shoulder, then my neck. "I’ve missed the feel of you. All soft curves and that perfect heat, your body made for me."

I tensed, my heart stuttering. He noticed the change in me. He always noticed.

"Don’t," he whispered, curling his arm under my head to pull me closer. "I know what you’re thinking. I know you’re still scared to trust me. But you’re mine, Natalia. You always have been. And I’m never letting go again."

Tears welled in my eyes, stinging hot as I blinked them back. So many years lost. So much pain left unsaid.

“I’m not that girl anymore,” I whispered. “I’m not young anymore.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, kissing my temple. "I’m not that man either. We’ve both been through hell, Kitten. The difference is, I want to come out of it with you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, burying my face in his chest. I didn’t trust him. Not completely. But my heart still beat for him like it always had. And as his hand continued to stroke my body, as his warmth surrounded me, I realized something terrifying.

“I love you,” I murmured against his chest and tensed against him.

“I never stopped loving you, Kitten. Not once.”

I eased into him, my hands wrapping around him in a tight hug as I felt safe and truly loved for the first time in years.