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KALEB

M y emotions rarely show on my face. They hardly exist, period.

I’m aware of what an anomaly I am.

Most people aren’t like me.

They tear up in movies. They laugh at jokes.

They sure as fuck talk a lot when they’re nervous or excited.

Me? I can hardly crack a smile. Over anything.

But she makes me smile.

My Shiloh.

Slivers of moonlight seep in through the paned window, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

They cast a hauntingly silver glow along her face. Over her lips which are pressed into a fine line.

They highlight the madness lurking behind her eyes. Darkening her soft cheekbones in a tinge of red.

She shakes her head, snapping out of the shock .

Rage takes over, and it’s so fucking gorgeous that my mouth finally curves up.

“You reckless, cruel motherfucker.”

If this isn’t the essence of beauty—if this palette of emotions isn’t something to obsess over for a lifetime—then honestly, I don’t know what is.

And that knife she’s holding up. She recovered it from the crime scene and she’s threatening me with it.

Her other hand, it’s around my throat and fuck .

I’ve been awake for less than five minutes, listening to her move around the apartment. It’s been such a turn-on, preying on my huntress.

My cock is throbbing for her. My whole body is throbbing for her.

The real her. Every unhinged part of her, shining from the inside out.

Rage rolls off her in waves. Hot and suffocating.

I keep eyeing her. She squeezes her tiny hand around my throat. Demanding my attention. My air. My life, I think.

I’ll give her something better than that.

I’ll talk to her using the only love language I know.

Pain.

“Me?” I’m stronger. Bigger. Meaner. I flip her on her back, caging her between my arms.

“Yes, you,” she growls like a wild animal, still choking me. Still turning me on. But the knife has dropped to the bed, the blade shining in the dim moonlight. “You don’t listen. Why don’t you care? Why? ”

Today has affected her in ways I couldn’t have expected. For whatever reason, it’s turned her into this. Into someone who’s coming apart at the seams, and I’m here for it.

The look she’s giving me. They way her muscles work in her attempt to strangle me. Her high-pitched whispers.

God. My cock is about to tear out of my briefs. I press it into her, earning myself a growly, “You bastard.”

“I don’t think so, little sister. I’ve been so good.” I sneer, my harsh expression getting me what I wanted. Another one of her emotions that I can’t get enough of. Her fear. “For you.”

She flinches into the pillow. Her hold on my throat loosens. I grind my hips into her another time, and she tries, oh so desperately, to close her legs. Never.

“I’ve been so fucking good, Shiloh.” Stroking my thumb along her jawline earns me a shiver. A widening of her eyes. “I stayed home tonight. I did what you asked.”

“Not before you killed him .” Ah, so I wasn’t wrong about it, after all. I could sense that I was being watched. I figured it was her; I just couldn’t see her. I couldn’t stop myself, either.

It was either him or us.

I’ll always choose us.

My air supply is running thin as she chokes me with everything she has in her.

I’ll survive.

“I did it for us.” And I had fun while I was at it.

“I know who he was. I overheard. But you promised. You?—”

I cut her off by shoving the skirt of her dress up to her waist. My fingers skim over her swollen lips, teasing her bare pussy that’s dripping for me.

We both groan at the contact. At how she has no panties on, how needy she is. I’ve done this to her. Me.

“Your daddy hired him to stalk you.” Every breath. Every move I make. Every heartbeat. They all center around her. I can’t stop wanting to fuck her. To stretch her tight cunt. Filling her up with babies. “I thought you’d be grateful that I took him out. Yet here you are, being a brat about it.”

She grunts and huffs. Goddamn adorable, how she fights to get me off her. How her hand grips me harder than before.

“You should’ve let me do it.” Her voice is low and hoarse, anger and lust rippling through her.

The nonsense she keeps speaking comes out of her mouth because I allow it. Because I need it.

No one’s ever cared for me, and it makes me feel something. For once, I want to feel it.

“You should’ve let me kill my professor. I’m not the one they’re searching for. I could—I fucking should —take the fall for you. Why won’t you let me?”

“Fuck no.” I stretch her tight cunt open, shoving two fingers up to the first knuckle.

Her pussy clenches around me, sucking me in. But her mouth says, “Not now. We need to talk.”

I don’t give a fuck about talking. I’m rubbing her, putting those pretty moans in her mouth. Those scrunched eyebrows that mean she’s angry. I love it when she’s pissed off .

“I’m the one who takes care of things for you.” Even though it feels dangerously good to have her care for me like that, I’m her protector. I emphasize just how serious I am by curling my free hand around her throat, mirroring her hold on me. “You better get used to me, or these won’t be the last angry tears you cry.”

Her lips part in shock. She’s been crying for a few seconds now while my cock is rubbing her through my boxers, and my hand closes on her sweet throat.

I lean in, forcing her to bend her elbow as I go lower. My tongue finds that precious, salty taste of her tears. I dry hump her, hard for her. I don’t stop licking the tears off her cheeks.

“Kaleb,” she begs, her fingers stroking my throat. “Please.”

“The answer is still no.” My lips brush the shell of her ear and I’m done holding back. I crush her beneath my weight.

She answers by arching her back, pressing herself closer to me. She couldn’t resist me if she tried.

“I will stop at nothing to protect you.” When my teeth sink into her plump bottom lip, she changes her hold on me. Grabbing the side of my neck. Pulling me closer. “I’ll do it for you a million times over. Until my dying breath.”

“You can do it when they’re done hunting you, Kaleb.” Her breath is hot on my lips and, fuck, I need to destroy her pussy.

I need to own her other hole.

All of her.

I release her throat, pushing my briefs down, stroking my cock, sliding it between her lips .

“When we’re safe. When—Jesus, I can’t think when you suck on my throat like that.” She pants, her peaked nipples grazing my chest through her dress. “Stop. Stop it right fucking now.”

“No.” I’m feral, taking her sensitive skin in my mouth, marking her over and over.

“Get off me, I mean it.”

She doesn’t, and we both know it. I grab the base of my cock, line it up to her pussy, and thrust. Warmth spreads through me when I’m all the way in her, up to the hilt. She’s hot. Soaked. Mine.

“I hate you.” The words are cruel, but her touch softens. Both her hands thread into my hair, grabbing onto me with such desperation. Such honesty. It eats at what little sanity I have left. “I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anything.”

“Strange. You didn’t seem to hate me earlier. When you were full of my cock, bleeding and moaning for me like the whore you are.” Sliding a hand to the side of her neck, I press a thumb to her pulse point. She’s a wild one. The best thing in my life. “You were soaked and begging. Made a mess of my cock.” Each time I drive into her, her breath hitches. My blood thrums for her. “I’m drenched in you now, too. Doesn’t feel like hate to me.”

“I told you to come here and hide. I told you to hide yesterday.” Her accusations shouldn’t get me harder. They do. “You won’t listen. You didn’t leave me a choice. I had to come here and hurt you so you’d agree to do what I asked you. But—but?— ”

“Keep going.” I suck on the other side of her neck, leaving another mark. Hoping against all hope that I can inhale every raw emotion from her and selfishly hold on to it. Whatever she’s feeling, it’s gorgeous. I want that. “Let it out.”

“You have no idea.” She balls her hands into fists and slams them against my shoulders. Once. I fuck her harder for that, groaning at the feel of her pussy pulsing around me. “No goddamn idea. It hurt everywhere, having to live without you. Worrying over what you might be going through. I was shipped to another state, and it was the worst. Do you hear me? I had a hole in my heart. The guilt was killing me. Missing you was killing me. I knew it was wrong, but I loved you anyway. I fell in love with the memory of you. Don’t do this. Don’t take this away from us.”

The way she says these things. Such a desolate, broken sound.

“Let’s go.” I pull out of her, get off the bed, and carry her in my arms across the bedroom.

“No.” She’s adorable. This little thing who won’t stop kicking and scratching my chest.

I cradle her into me. Soak up the rage that’s been pent up inside her for years. I withhold the storm for her. I’ll do that for fucking ever.

“You left.” She’s a human wildfire, her flames licking at my skin. Scalding me. Getting me harder for her. She’s having a meltdown, and I bathe in it. The panic. The loss of control. I also need to fix it. “Then you promised to go where it’s safe and I caught you. I caught you killing a man. That means anyone could. ”

One arm under her thighs presses her so tight to me that she gasps. With the other, I gesture toward the rolled-up corpse in the living room. “Look at him.”

“I won’t.”

“You asked me to hear you out.” My gaze burrows into her frantic one. “It’s about time you do the same.”

“They’ll be coming for you.” Her growls are slowly becoming one of my favorite things about her. “It might even happen tomorrow after the police interview me. And now, with the investigator gone, Dad will definitely send someone here.”

“We’ll worry about tomorrow when it comes.” We’ll also discuss my plans and how I get to keep her here, to mess with her head some more. Just because I like it. “Until then, I have his phone. I reported to your father. As far as he’s concerned, nothing’s going on.”

“He might’ve seen something before that.” That loser private investigator. “He might’ve reported that.”

“No, he didn’t. He was lazy. Hadn’t noticed me breaking into your apartment or coming up behind him. However?—”

“You should’ve gone into hiding!” Her fingernails break the skin on my chest.

A rougher approach, it is.

I put her down, hook an arm around her waist, and pull her to me. Her back is flush to my chest. My fingers curl around her delicate throat, holding her in place.

Once more, I have to bury the desire to snap it. I get off on being violent with her, but once she’s gone, there’s no getting her back .

“However.” I sink my teeth into her earlobe, and she whimpers, scratching my forearm that’s around her stomach. “I’ve had enough. He had to go. I couldn’t let him get in the way of our games. I’m having so much fun with you.”

“Why do you care about these games so much? What about you?” The dull pain from having her foot stomp mine is such a turn-on. She’s hot when she’s being protective of me. “Why don’t you care about what happens to you?”

“I care about you.” Her breaths are labored the more I restrict her air supply. The hotter and more furious I make her. “You, Shiloh. There’ll never be a day when my world won’t revolve around you.”

“If you wouldn’t have killed those kids”—it’s fascinating, how she thinks that her tiny foot could ever hurt me—“you would’ve stayed.”

Up until this point, I had managed to keep my temper under control. I had my shit together. We were playing.

This? This suggestion, again, that I should’ve spared their lives after what they’d done to her?

They touched her. They violated her.

She was just a kid and they made her cry. The shame that followed was worse.

When I humiliated her, she loved it. She was always mine in one capacity or another.

Not theirs. Never theirs.

“That’s it.” I haul her up and off the ground, taking her to the bathroom. “This is where I draw the line. ”

“What are you doing?” Her little feet kick the air, but I ignore it. “What the hell are you doing? We were in the middle of a conversation.”

“Punishing you.” I put her down inside the shower, flipping the light on.

“For what?” She spins before I manage to tighten my grip on her waist, glowering at me.

Removing her fishnets, I whip her dress over her head, ignoring her protests. “For suggesting those vile pieces of shit deserved mercy.”

She pounces on me but doesn’t get a step in before I bury my fingers in the soft flesh of her waist. Her lips twist. My grip is relentless, and I can’t help inflicting pain on her.

Can’t help what happens next, either. I reach for the drawer under the sink for one of the new disposable razors I stocked today, grabbing it while she punches my shoulders.

I tear the wrapper with my teeth and spit it out. The cap on the razor comes off next.

“You got locked up for it.” Her eyes snap from me to the razor, then to my face. “It wasn’t fucking worth it. I wasn’t.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” The murderous fire inside me builds and builds the longer I have to listen to this madness. I pin her to the wall with my hips, slamming my free hand next to her head. “They assaulted you. They deserved to die.”

Her eyebrows knit together, her lips pinched. Chin quivering. “But you?—”

“I could’ve done better, okay?” I seethe, my face inches from hers. Her blue eyes are oceans. Waterfalls. A violent whirlpool sucking me in. “Could’ve been more careful, sure. But I can’t change the past. And you’re deluding yourself if you think I’ll ever apologize or regret killing them. This is the last time I’m telling you that.”

“Being locked up.” The torture in her voice reaches deep. Tugs on the slivers of humanity inside me. “For me, it?—”

“Shiloh, you won’t ever insult me by repeating what you just said. How you weren’t worth it. Do you hear me? Do you fucking hear?”

“You don’t care.” Those tiny punches do nothing to hurt me. My chest is made of stone. My body can take it. It was meant to absorb her pain.

It’s her anguish that gets to me.

“You don’t care. If you did, you wouldn’t have done it.” She’s really going at me now, her blows to my chest losing their rhythm while she’s hitting me. Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Tap. “Wouldn’t have been taken away. You’re doing it all over again and you don’t care. Why won’t you listen?”

“I am listening.” I’ve been listening to her repeat it over and over. Watching her sanity slip away. She needs reassurance, and I won’t lie to her. Honesty is all I’ve got left. “I hear you. Thing is, I don’t regret anything I’ve done for you. I won’t. And for the love of God, stop worrying that I’ll get caught. I won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I already told you. But since you’re past listening, I’ll talk to you in the only way you understand. Through pain.”

“No.”

“Yes.” She’s no match for my strength. I flip her over, shoving her face up against the wall and spinning a knob, turning on the water in the shower. It’s cold at first. I wait for it to warm, my body shielding Shiloh. While I do, I wrangle my boxers down to the floor. “You’ll be getting fuckloads of it tonight.”

“I asked you one thing,” she huffs, but she opens her legs for me. “One thing and you won’t give it to me.”

“Ungrateful brat. You should be thanking me.” The water spray gets in my eyes while I kneel behind her. “For being attentive to your needs. For giving you everything.”

I don’t need her gratitude, not really. I’d burn the world down for Shiloh. Any day. Any time. For no reason other than knowing she’s safe.

“Stay,” she mumbles as I spread her legs farther. She flattens her hands on the wall, looking down at me. “Stay.”

“Never leaving you again.”

Water streams down her body, caressing the curve of her back, her round ass. The red lacerations I left on it shine, the crimson red so fucking tempting that I lean in and lick it.

More. I need more. I tilt her hips up, throbbing at the sight of her pussy. Her ass.

“Never.” I lean in to swirl my tongue around the rim of tight muscle, moaning into her.

Moaning harder when she clenches around me, her ass cheeks brushing against me. I slide my hand that’s on her back lower until my thumb presses to her asshole. Where I’m taking her tonight.

“Oh God.” She shivers, pressing into me. Offering herself .

A moment ago, she was willing to cut me up. I understood why. Her fear of losing me. The memories of the police officers hauling me out of our home.

We didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.

She’s terrified it’ll happen again.

This ends tonight.

“You won’t have a choice.” Her voice, her ass, her muscles. They all strain for me when I push past the tight hole up to the first knuckle. “When they find out…”

“Enough.” I shove my thumb all the way in.

“Please,” she gasps. Squeezes. Sucks me in. I drag it out, pushing back in, and she hits the tile, the sound echoing in the small bathroom. “Please.”

“You’re going to be a good slut for me and be quiet.” I grab her bruised ass while pumping my finger in and out of her, using the water to make it good for her. To stretch her for me. The need to fill her up with my cock is overwhelming. “That’s how I won’t get caught. If you’ll be my good girl.”

“How does this”—when one of her cuts opens under my touch, she moans, eyes squinting at me—“have anything to do with you not getting caught?”

“You’re not focusing on what’s important.” I pull my finger out, working two into her, getting off on her pained gasps. I had no idea if she’d like it, but fuck, she does. Taking my cock in her ass will turn her into a screaming mess. “This is me, helping you relearn what you should’ve never forgotten.”

“You’re hurting me.” Though she whines, she pushes her ass to me. Not like anything she did would ever make me stop. “ Don’t—I can’t. Your fingers, they’re so thick. And it’s back there. It’s wrong.”

“You like it.” Another finger in her ass and she curses.

She hates how her body reacts to the pressure, how she seeks me out. I reward her by grazing my teeth on her ass, sucking the blood that trickles down her thighs.

Her “Oh, no” and “Fuck, fuck, fuck” reach straight to my goddamn balls.

“You’re a whore for the pain. Desperate for me.” I’m everywhere. Her thighs. Her ass. Licking. Pumping. Ruining her. “For your destructive, murderous, emotionless stepbrother. Killing people doesn’t bother you. I know. Your savior complex, though. That’s gonna be a problem for me.”

“No savior complex. I need you to be okay, because you’re everything to me.” Her heavy breathing turns the words into moans. Her lust is intoxicating, and I fucking love that she’s losing her mind. That she writhes on me. Fucking my fingers. Leaning forward for a minute, grinding her clit against the wall, then pushing back to me. “Need you here. With me.”

“As much as I appreciate your concern…” It’s agony to pull out of her. Her hushed curses manage to fix it. Her pain is a balm to mine. “As much as I love you for it, we’re going to do things my way.”

“You said that again.” Her wet hair sticks to her face as she gawks at me. “You really mean it.”

I raise an eyebrow, looking at her as water streams down on both of us. “That we’re going to do things my way?”

“No.” Her frown curves her lips downward. “That you really, really mean it. Say it again. Please. ”

She’s stunned that this is more than a game to me. More than an obsession.

Of course it is.

It’s a fact.

Sun rises in the east. Birds fly in the sky. The ocean is wet. And I?—

“I love you.”

“Kaleb.” Her chin dimples.

“I mean it. I meant it the first time. I’ll mean it for the rest of my life. Now be quiet.”

“I really meant it when I said I loved you too.”

“I know.” My eyebrows scrunch. Eyes narrowing. I lift the razor so there’s no confusion about what I’m doing here.

That silences her.

Both she and I can tell why I have the razor out. I won’t be shaving her tonight. Won’t leave the skin that I haven’t harmed yet soft and smooth.

It’s there to wake her up. Cut the guilt out of her.

“You’ve earned this.” Putting the blades to the back of one of her thighs, I dip my chin in warning. “Take it like the good girl you are. While I slice through you, think about your actions. About how right we are for each other. How all our past, all the bullshit, is nothing but background noise. Nothing but lies. There’s one truth in your world, Shiloh, and it’s me.”

I break her skin, cut a straight line along the back of her thigh.

Then, I kneel, chasing the blood with my tongue.

She’s a picture of strength, of resilience, pinching her lips together to keep silent. I’m hurting her, worse than before. The wound isn’t deeper, but she’s tired. It’s late. She’s already been through hell and back today.

Still, she gives in. She trusts me.

“Fuck.” I’m so hard it hurts. So hard that I have to fist myself as I drag the blades down her pretty leg.

She moans, but she isn’t the only one. I’m moaning with every stroke of my cock. With every new blood drop racing down her legs.

I keep licking and sucking it off her. Inhaling her pain. Her anguish. I drive her wild, and she mumbles, “Stop, stop, stop,” while spreading her legs wider. Lifting her heels and tilting her ass up to offer me her sweet cunt.

Coming in my fist before she does is unacceptable. But she’s tempting me to the point that I almost do. So I release myself, focusing on the only mission I have in life right now.

Hurting her. Erasing her intrusive thoughts.

“Stop it,” she cries out softly.

While I slice down her other leg. While I go back to stretching her ass, driving three fingers into her.

This is more than a punishment by now. This is our carnal, depraved desires intertwined.

This is us.

“Good girl. You’re so good, Shiloh. Being so quiet for me.” I move back, cast the razor away, and grab her hips, holding her upright.

“Please, please. Kaleb.” She quivers, knees buckling, her pussy clenching and unclenching on air.

“Look at you.” Our gazes clash, and there it is. The tunnel vision I’ve been aiming for. There’s only me in her world. Except we’re not finished here. “Your greedy cunt is hot for the pain I give you, desperate for release.”

Rivulets of water and blood cascade down to the tiles beneath her. The scent of her arousal has my fingers burying into her flesh. I’m this close to letting go.

“Question is…” My gaze dances between her bloody, sliced thighs, and her begging eyes. “Are you here with me? Will you listen this time?”

“I’m—Please.” Her nails scratch the tiles. “Please.”

“I need to know that you’re not lost inside your head.” I get up, pressing my thighs to her wounded ones. Wind my fingers through her hair and press my lips against her cheek. “That you’ve been listening. That you’ll stop doubting me. Tell me that you know that I’m not going away.”

Her eyelashes are dark. They flutter while she remains silent.

She’s beautiful. She speaks to the soulless, emotionless monster in me, and she has no idea. No fucking clue.

She changes me.

I won’t give in to it. Not until I have her verbal response.

“Kaleb.”

“Say you understand.” I won’t go soft on her. Being soft means risking everything, and I’m never going to do that. “I’m not messing around anymore. I’m here to stay. Tell me you understand.”

My hips thrust her into the wall and her face twists in pain. I’m the least gentle I’ve ever been with her.

After slicing her thighs, that’s saying a lot .

“Words.” I grab my cock, lining the tip to her ass. The feel of the cold metal of my barbell pressed against her crack forces a gasp out of her mouth. “Use your words.”

She blinks. Her gaze is a mixture of pain, lust, and awareness. She’s finally here. Present, Mine.

Where she belongs.

“Swear to me.” Her teeth graze her plump bottom lip, sinking deeper. I press into her ass because I can’t help it. Can’t help wanting to sink every inch inside her. “Swear that you won’t get caught. Fucking swear it, or so help me, I’ll handcuff you to the bed and gag you. I’ll leave you there for years if that’s what it takes to?—”

I shut her up with my mouth first. I tilt her face to me by her chin, kissing her as if I’d die without it. Lips, tongue, teeth. I assault her for all I’m worth, telling her a million words through my touch.

We’re fighting and groaning. Moaning as we battle with each other.

Through this kiss, I convince her that I’m never going away. Slowly but surely, she relaxes into me. She tells me she trusts me. She believes me.

“Fuck, Shi.” That’s the first thing I say after that. Can’t keep it inside when the head of my cock slips inside her ass. When she parts her lips, shocked as fuck that I pushed myself inside her. “Baby. You’re so tight.”

My forehead rests on her temple, both of us breathing hard. This is nothing like being in her pussy. I’m drunk on her. On the pain in her eyes. On how they darken and lust bleeds through them .

“Your virgin ass feels so good. So— God .” Another inch in. I need it. Another one. “Fuck.”

“Yes. Yes. But no, I can’t, we can’t.” Her eyes are wide, frantic. “This is so wrong. Your piercing in my ass. No. Another day. Please. Another day.”

“Love it when you beg.”

Both of my hands are on her hips, stilling her wriggling body. I pull out only to move us two steps to the side, avoiding the water stream.

I have better lube I can use.

“Thank you.” She thinks I’m her prince in shining armor. Looks at me like one while I gather blood from the fresh wounds on her thighs.

It’s hot and sticky. Fucking perfect.

“Glad that you’re getting it now.” I tilt her hips up with one hand, smearing blood on my cock with the other. I repeat the motion over and over until every inch of me is red, including my barbell.

“Getting what?” Her forehead creases, her eyes sliding lower to where I rub blood on myself. Eyelids drooping, her breaths grow labored. “No. Yes—I mean, no. Another day. Another fucking day.”

“This—” Both of us let out a harsh, pained breath when I push the head inside her ass again. I have my hand around her throat, my thumb tipping her face up to me. “Is what you want. This is what you need. The reminder of how strong I am. For you. For us.”

“Why does it have to be now? I’m so tired.”

“You’re so mine . I’m giving you pain. And love. And everything in between. You’ll take it, because I said so. Because you need it. Say you understand.”

“We’re sick,” she whispers, her voice small. Pained. It doesn’t stop her from offering herself to me. From submitting to me.

“The rest of the world is.” This push into her is the deepest I’ve gotten into her ass. It almost knocks the breath out of me. “We’re the only thing that’s ever made sense. If other people have to die for getting in our way, so be it. They will die. We won’t. Get. Caught.”

I add more blood as lube, rub it around her rim, on my cock. Drag myself out of her, then shove back in.

Her mouth, she can’t close it. Shock and agony race across her face. While she’s offering herself to me.

I love her.

My woman.

My little toy to use in every depraved way possible.

The rest of my blood-soaked cock disappears inside her as I shove it up to the hilt. She’s hot, squeezing me and screaming silently.

“I wish you could see yourself.” I’m unable to tear my eyes off her ass. From my red cock and how it stretches her. How she takes me with every. Fucking. Thrust. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Letting me use your ass. Letting me give my pain slut exactly what she needs.”

“Kaleb.” Her gorgeous gaze is set on my face.

I’ve never felt this exposed. This raw. I’m hurting her, owning her like we’re two animals in the wild .

But with one look, Shiloh takes from me, too. She owns a part of me. A part of my wretched soul that I’m never getting back.

Fuck my soul, I’d rather have Shiloh instead.

“You love my cock in your ass, don’t you?” I’m ruthless, pumping in and out of her. My hand around her throat allows me to feel her hot breaths. Her pulse. Her fear and desire, the emotions I put on her face. My cock thickens, knowing that I’m responsible for it. “You love that I lubed your pretty hole with your own blood.”

“No— oh —I—” Her brow scrunches, though she isn’t trying to push me away.

“Wrong answer.” The blood on her thighs keeps dripping. I get more of it on my fingers, reaching to her front, to her taut clit. “Try again.”

I rub her and fuck her. Thrusting my cock so deep that she begs me for something. Anything.

I have my cock and my love and my miserable heart to give her.

And that’s what she’s having.

I don’t go easy on her. Don’t stop. I’m possessed, and it’s her fault.

That orgasm of hers that I’ve been craving, it comes like a wave crashing into the wall. Her body slams into mine and I absorb it into my lungs, my heart, my blood. I soak in her tremors and moans, pressing my mouth to hers.

God, she’s a mess. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

“Gonna come inside you.” The pressure on my cock peaks and I lose myself. She’s mashed between me and the wall as I release every damn drop into her ass. “Mine. You’re mine, Shiloh.”

“Yours.” She snakes her arms up to my neck, and I hold her while she sobs.

She cries for me.

Her sanctuary.

Her worst nightmare.

Her home.

Hers.