“I was just—I mean, Pikachu jumped onto the tree, so I went to save him, but then I realized I should try to escape.”
“Why?”
“Why’d he jump?” she asks.
“No.” I snort a laugh. “I know exactly why that little primadonna decided to do something dramatic. I meant, what made you think you should try to escape?”
She frowns a little. “Well, I mean … I’m a cop, and I’m not just going to sit here and be a prisoner when I can escape. I have a job and a little house and coworkers and things like that.”
“Do you miss all that?” I press my lips to her forehead.
She shifts so she can look in my eyes. “I don’t miss it like I should,” she says quietly.
I don’t say the obvious. It’s because she belongs here with me. This is her home, not that tiny little town a few counties over.
She clears her throat. “And, I mean, I know you haven’t treated me like a prisoner. At least, not really … You stole me, but you’ve never hurt me. You haven’t done anything bad to me at all. And now, you saved me from that—” She shivers. “That man.” She pauses, then finally shrugs. “I don’t know why I tried to escape. I just figured it’s what I should do.”
“I understand that, Love. I really do. But that doesn’t excuse your rash behavior. You could’ve been hurt. Injured. That piece of shit could’ve caught you—”
“Bruno,” she murmurs.
“Sorry.” I realize I’d been squeezing her too tightly, so I relax my grip. “When I found you gone, I can’t put into words how empty I felt. I have nothing if you aren’t here. And then when I found you in the woods, terrified, with that creep chasing you…” I force myself to stay relaxed.
“That man.” She buries her face in the crook of my neck. “You killed him.”
“I wish I could do it again and again. He needs to pay for even thinking he could touch you.”
She snuggles closer, her warm body causing lust to war with anger and fear in my heart. “I shouldn’t have run.”
“That furry Satan led you down the path to ruin.”
“He loves me.”
“Not as much as I do.”
She pulls back, her eyes wide. “Did you just say … you love me?”
“Yes.” I cup her cheek. “You’re the one I never expected, Love. The only woman I’ve ever wanted by my side.”
Her eyes water, and she throws her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. “I’m sorry I ran.”
“I forgive you. But I will have to discipline you.”
She tenses. “Discipline?”
“Yes.” I run my hands down her body and stop at her ass, where I cup her round cheeks. “You ran out of here without regard to your safety.” I squeeze her ass, then slide my fingers along her smooth skin. “You ran out of here without any panties.” I skirt the edge of her cunt. She’s wet and warm. “Mmm, Love, I think you like the idea of discipline.”
“I shouldn’t have run.” She spreads her legs as I delve my fingers along her wet skin, then sink a finger into her.
“No, you shouldn’t have.” I pull her wetness to her clit and massage it slowly.
She rocks her hips, moving to the rhythm I’m playing on her irresistible body. My cock is already rock hard with my need to claim her.
I take my hand away and lick her juices off my fingers. “Take my cock out, Love.” Lying back, I stare at her as she sits up. “But take that shirt off first. I want to see those perfect tits.”
She shivers and pulls my shirt over her head and tosses it to the side. Goddamn, what a woman.
When she frees my cock, she goes to lick it.
“No.” I keep my voice stern, and she looks up at me with confusion.
“Take my pants all the way off, then get on top of me, facing away.”
She blinks, but she does as she’s told. When she settles on top of me, her hot pussy against my cock makes me hiss.
“Back up, Love.”
“Back up?” She looks over her shoulder.
“Now.” I reach out and smack her ass hard.
She yelps and backs up until her ass is right in front of me.
“Take your licks, Love.” I slap her ass again, three hard smacks one after another.
She cries out, and then I lean forward and lick her wet cunt. Her cries turn to moans, but then I back off and slap her ass again. Harder. Over and over until her cheeks are red and her pussy drips onto my chest.
I can’t hold back. Leaning forward, I grip her hips and yank her onto my face. She coats my mouth as I devour her, sucking and licking with abandon as she moans and writhes.
When I suck her clit, she arches and comes with my name on her lips. I can’t stop eating her out, tasting every bit of her as her orgasm rolls through her. I want her to feel it, to know I’m the only one who can give her this.
“Mine,” I say against her cunt. “All fucking mine.”
She pants as I ease her down my body, then turn her around. When I flip her and press my cock to her entrance, she bites her bottom lip.
“This is it, Love. The end of you and me. The start of us. Tell me you want my cock deep inside you. Tell me you want me.”
“I do.” She kisses me, and I share her taste with her as I nudge my head inside her.
“Beg me for my cock, Love. Tell me you’re going to be a good girl from now on so I’ll give it to you.”
“No.” She widens her eyes the second she says it.
I grin and put a hand in her hair, then pull just hard enough for it to sting. She moans, her eyes rolling back.
“Now tell me, Love. Tell me you want all this.” I ease deeper, my cock already demanding I spill into her. “Beg me for my cock like a good little girl.” I pull harder on her hair.
She moans and spreads wider for me. “Please, Bruno, give it to me. I want all of it. Your cock. Your cum dripping out of me. Please!”
“That’s my good girl.” I push farther as she digs her nails into my biceps. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Bruno!” She gasps as I plunge all the way in, taking her virginity and staking my claim on her. Forever.
14
Lovett
I had no idea pain could be laced with sweetness. Bruno’s body is tense over mine as he fights not to move. It amazes me that a man who will so easily kill is also scared to hurt me. This is how I know Bruno was telling the truth when he said he loved me. He has no reason to lie.
“Love, I need your words,” he says as he presses his mouth gently to mine.
All through life I’ve always felt as though no one understood me. That I never truly belonged anywhere or fit right. It’s different with Bruno. He so easily sees the real me. Somehow, he always knows what I need or what my body is craving. He gets me. For the first time in my life, I belong somewhere.
“I’m okay. I need more.” I relax my fingers so my nails stop digging into him. My body slowly starts to adjust to his size. I was sure he wasn't going to fit. I’d been wrong. With Bruno and me, everything does.