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M istake... Need... Claim...

The words all echoed in my head like a second heartbeat. I couldn’t think of anything else outside of taking what I wanted, and right now that was her. It’d always been her. And as soon as my lips touched hers, I knew it always would be her.

Brynn was frozen in that moment, completely and utterly still like... No, I couldn’t even think about any others. I needed to claim this woman in my arms, and mistake or not, I’d do it a hundred times over.

My grip on her arms grew tighter as I forced her to step backward. As soon as I heard her back hit the wall, I pressed her farther into it to completely trap her. She was still rigid, although she was now pushing at my chest. There was no real force behind it as if she was doing it all for show. Pulling my head just far enough away to speak, I let out a maniacal chuckle that sounded foreign to even my own ears.

“Fight me,” I whispered to her, then dropped one of my hands between us.

She made a sound that I silenced when I placed my palm over her mouth. How easy it would be to position it just so she wouldn’t be able to breathe again. If I couldn’t see her, then no one else needed to either.

Not to see her... Not to touch her... Not to fuck her...

The need inside of me was like a beast clawing at my chest. I had to claim her to conquer whatever this was between us. I’d tried to fight it, but it was too strong, as were the desires currently racing through my bloodstream like adrenaline. It was a rush, urging me to get back to the real me.

I managed to wedge my hand under her shirt, then inside of her shorts. Too much clothing... Too many lies... Too many secrets... There was always too much between us, and while I had yet to figure out a way to rectify the last two, I could fix the first.

With a sudden motion, I grabbed at her shorts and tore them until the cloth fabric gave way. It was no match for my strength, or my need to eliminate every possible barrier in my way. She cried out my name, then began to push harder at my chest as she tried to free herself from my grasp.

“Adrian... I think you need to-”

I slammed my mouth back down on hers to silence her protests, all the while proceeding to tear what remained of her shorts off., followed by her panties. Brynn struggled against me slightly, but as soon as I slid my hand between her legs, her body relaxed enough for me to prod her legs wider apart. She also rested her hands against my chest instead of pushing me away as she was doing seconds earlier.

I deepened the kiss more, and as my tongue plundered her mouth, I slipped three fingers inside of her. Brynn was always so wet and tight that I always had to work to fit every inch of my cock inside of her. And I’d do it again tonight.

Our tongues continued to dual with the other’s as I added a fourth finger inside of her. Brynn tensed once more, but this time it was for a different reason. As she whimpered against my mouth, I stroked the one spot guaranteed to make her go off. Tonight I wanted her to explode like she’d never done before. To make that happen, I needed to do things to her that I’d never done before.

As I fucked her with most of my hand, I stretched her walls farther and farther apart. Soon after, I slipped my thumb into the center of my curved hand, then began to push it back inside of her. Whether it was the pain or her realization of what I was doing, she began to thrash against the wall. Her head moved rapidly from one side to the other as she pressed her palms hard against my chest.

I was almost there. A little farther and my entire fist would be inside of her pussy. Only, I didn’t want to fuck her with my hand. I needed to bury my cock so far inside of her that I could make us both forget where one ended and the other began. I needed to claim her in the only way that mattered.

I tore my mouth from hers at the exact moment I pulled my hand away, then I staggered back a step or two. My gaze locked in on her face, and I saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. They were flushed. A dark pink, but not quite red. My fists clenched of their own volition, and I knew if I touched her right now that I might not stop until...

No, I could never hurt Brynn. I wanted to, for what she’d done to me and continued to do to me, but I’d never be able to bring myself to do it. She might’ve kept me in Hell in recent weeks, but she was the only Heaven I’ve ever known in this miserable fucking life. If I wasn’t careful, I’d set her in flames, burning this entire thing down until we were both nothing more than ashes. From them, she would always bloom again, because as delicate as she was, Brynn was strong, resilient, and provided light and life whereas everything about me took it all away.

Brynn was breathing heavily, and I dropped my gaze lower and watched her chest rise and fall with each deep breath. I could hear her, too. The sound of it again echoed in my ears. I knew I should leave, but I couldn’t stop myself. I also couldn’t stop myself from looking back into the eyes that haunted me every second of every godforsaken day.

“I need to see you,” I said, and watched as she exhaled sharply.

“Are you okay, Adrian?” She asked.

Adrian! I’d never heard my name fall off of a woman’s lips before Brynn. It too, echoed in my head, and constant voices and sounds were causing the damn thing to ache. I was angry, but I was more than anything else – impatient.

Quickly, I tugged my own shirt over my head. Brynn was staring at me with her shoulders squared. She was so foolishly brave, but unafraid of the very parts of myself that left me terrified. I made quick work of removing my sweatpants, and when naked in front of her, I watched as her eyes widened.

“You see me, and now I need to see you.”

When she didn’t make an attempt to rid herself of her own T-shirt, I grabbed the material and yanked her to me. The sharp intake of breath was all I heard as she stood her ground. We were now face to face, and our lips were mere inches from one another.

“Remove your goddamn shirt, or I’ll do it for you,” I warned.

Finally, she let out a huff, then more slowly than I would’ve liked, she tugged it up and over her head until she was now as naked as me. Brynn stood there, and other than the occasional shiver, she remained calm. I didn’t want or need that right now.

I needed something which would allow me to release all this violence that had been building inside of me since I’d learned of her betrayal. I needed to punish Brynn for her duplicity, and I would, but I didn’t want her to simply submit to me. I needed the anger I could sense from her when I’d been in Japan. I needed the anger I could feel emanating from her now.

Stepping forward, she instinctively took one back. We repeated the rhythm for a few steps until she was once more pinned against the wall. “Fight me, Brynn.”

“I’m not going to fight you, Adrian. I think you need to– ”

“Do it,” I sneered, then gripped her throat in my hand. It would be so easy to squeeze and not let up until her last breath left her, but once it did, I’d be done for, too. Still, it didn’t stop me from tightening my grip. “Let it all out.”

And she did with a single motion. As soon as she struck me, I felt the sting from the blow in my cheek. The corner of my lip quirked upward, even as she repeated the action.

“Again,” I demanded, to which she complied before finally dropping her hand to her sides.

I could see the tears once more as they fell down her cheek. Still gripping her by the neck, I loosened my hold on it, then leaned close to her. My other hand dropped to her heart which was beating erratically in her chest. In fact, her entire body trembled. I dragged my hand lower, and as soon as I slipped it back between her thighs, I felt how wet she still was. While wracked with fear, she was also turned on.

“I want to hate you so much,” I said to her as soon as I brought my hand to her face. “But, I can’t. You’ve gotten beneath my skin, and no amount of time or distance has gotten you out from under it. You’re a fucking addiction I cannot shake. Tell me that you want me, too. Tell me, Brynn. Tell me, and I will fuck you straight through this damn wall.”

“Adrian...”

“Tell me, Brynn...”

She let out a small sob, then responded. “I want you.”

I growled, then released her neck long enough to reach down and lift her. Once I had her where I wanted her, I spread her quivering thighs apart, then slammed into her. Brynn cried out, then I silenced her when I fused my mouth back to hers. She surrendered to me right away, and I alternated between thrusting my tongue into her mouth and my cock into her pussy as each motion mimicked the one before.

Brynn wrapped her arms around my neck when I ripped my mouth away from hers, then began to drive into her. The force of each thrust made a thudding sound against the wall, but I never slowed or lessened my speed. When I’d mentioned wanting to fuck her through the damn wall, I hadn’t been lying.

The dull noise, combined with her mewling cries, began to drown out the other sounds in my head. They were still there, always lingering and forever haunting, but they were being replaced by ones I’d dreamed night after night of hearing once more.

I lifted her higher, and gripped her throat once more. Then, I buried my head in the crook of it as I worked us both toward the edge. Innately submissive, I could sense her restraint as I brought her to the very brink, but she never fell over it. And she wouldn’t without my permission.

“You're mine ! Every part of you is mine ! And when you come, your orgasm will be mine !”

“Please...” she managed to get out before I raised my head to look into her eyes.

“Give me what is mine , then take what is yours !”

Her entire body tensed as she came, then moments later, I found my own release.