I can. We are.
I penetrate her slowly, because she’s tensed up again, and I’m really trying not to hurt her. Her brows are drawn together and pinched like she’s struggling.
“You’re too much. I’ve only ever been with—”
“Don’t fucking say his name when I’m inside you,” I snarl.
She swallows and tries again. “I’ve only been with you-know-who. I feel like a virgin again.”
I groan and push her legs wider. She means that so innocently, but it’s the dirtiest talk I could hear from her right now. I pull back and sink into her again, and her tight pussy takes my cock so beautifully. “I should never have let you give yourself to that pathetic asshole. I should have taken you back then.”
Alaina’s head falls back and her brow smooths. That’s it, baby. I knew you needed this. I’ll never neglect you like he did.
You’re everything to me.
My whole fucking world.
“You walked back into my life and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself a second time from taking you.”
Alaina asks me breathlessly, “How would you have taken me? What would you have done back then?”
I bare my teeth at her. “Thrown you bound and gagged into the trunk of my car. Driven away with my prize and never looked back.”
Alaina pulls me down to her and sucks on my lower lip. “And then what?”
“I would have found a place like this. Somewhere quiet where no one would find you. I would have pinned you down.” I take each of her wrists in my hands and press them up by her head. “And devoured you.”
Alaina’s eyes are closed and she’s lost in the sensations and the words I’m saying to her. “Oh, god, Rhys, please.”
She sounds like she’s begging me to go back in time and stop her. If only I could. “You should have waited for me. You should have been mine from the start.”
She draws her knees up to her chest and opens herself up to me. I pound her hard, obliterating everything from her body but me. She’s never been fucked like this before.
“Sweet baby, I can see you’re close. Let me see you come.”
Suddenly, her eyes fly open.
Alaina looks at me, down at my cock plunging into her, at her wrists that I have pinned on either side of her head.
“Rhys, you can’t—”
“I already am. There’s nothing you can do to stop it, baby.”
Alaina fights for a moment, but she’s not going anywhere. I smile down at her, hungry for the sight of her struggling on my cock. How sweet it is to take what you want after you’ve waited so, so long.
I hold my thumb to her lips. “Lick it.”
She glares at me.
“Do as you’re told.”
After a second, her tongue darts out and wets the pad of my thumb.
“Good girl. Let’s make that climax of yours all the sweeter.” I swirl the pad of my thumb against her clit and Alaina’s whole body arches.
“Rhys, oh god, I —”
Whatever else she was going to say is lost as her whole body gives into her orgasm. Her breasts flush pink and she lets out a long, luxurious cry. For twenty seconds, she’s totally and completely ruled by me. I could tell her I’m never letting her out of this room alive and she wouldn’t be able to do anything but come.
Her orgasm trails off and she takes a gulping breath. I don’t slow my rhythm for one second. She’s barely able to open her eyes and a moment later, she comes again, even harder than the first time, clamping around my cock. I hold back for as long as I can, not wanting this to be over, but the sight of my beautiful woman in ecstasy as I pound into her is too much for me, and I come with a roar.
Beneath me, Alaina goes limp. I cup her face in my hand, love and happiness blazing so fiercely in my chest that I can barely breathe. I knew if I made her see everything I can do for her, she’d need me, too. It’s always been me for her.
I kiss her mouth, my cock still deep inside her. “You feel that? I live in you now. You’re mine forever.”
Chapter Seven
Alaina
Rhys is grinding his cock into the aftershocks of my orgasm and I feel like I could come again. I don’t know how I could even come in the first place. What the hell is wrong with me?
I open my eyes and gaze up at him, not seeing the surly big-brother type from down the street, but a man with muscle and a Machiavellian mind. He smiles that confident smile, the one that I never saw from teenaged Rhys.
I wriggle out from beneath him and roll away. He lets me go, but not far. “I don’t know who you are. The Rhys I knew would never have done something like this.”
“I’ve always been this Rhys. You just stopped running to me when you cried.”
I roll over and face him. He’s lying on his side, his head propped on his hand. The sight of him almost takes my breath away.
Stop that. He’s a heartless, selfish man who just took what he wanted from you.
“You terrorized me. You made my life miserable.”
“I had to, baby. It was the only way.” His fingers trail up my thighs and into the cleft of my ass.
I push his hand away. “You didn’t have to do any of this. You should have left me alone. I’m with someone else.”
Rhys falls back on the bed and gazes at the ceiling. Then he sighs heavily, as if he’s coming to a decision. “I’ve struggled with this part for months. I thought you would figure it out for yourself, but Mitchell has always been your blind spot. Shall I show you?”
Without waiting for me to answer, he leans down from the bed and pulls his phone out of his pants pocket. “When you moved to the city I bugged your apartment, as
