Syrena

He lays me down on the couch without letting go, lying down on top of me, pressing his lips to mine. I find it hard to resist his kisses and kiss him back just as eagerly. His tongue dives in to lick the roof of my mouth, driving me crazy with lust.

I don’t know why my body reacts to him the way it does. I just know I want him … and that hard dick growing between his legs, poking my thighs.

I mewl when he squeezes my breasts and twists my nipples through the fabric.

My hand instinctively reaches for his butt as if my body has already decided what it wants before I know for sure.

Because fuck … how could I ever know for sure with a man like him?

He’s so obsessive, controlling … scary.

Yet I’m not afraid when his lips plant luscious, passionate kisses all over my lower neck and chest.

I suck in a breath when he rips the fabric away and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He has no control over his own lust whatsoever, which is why I’m so desperate for more.

Fuck, I’m like an addict to his greed.

I’m torn between my mind screaming to push him away and my body wanting more of his touch. The noise in my head is getting drowned by rough fingers sliding down my body, lips grazing my skin, heat blazing off.

Just one second is all it takes for me to cry out as his teeth sink into my shoulder. But the pain is immediately dulled by his tongue circling that same spot. His cock twitches against me in response to my sounds, and I know then and there that he really is a monster who loves to inflict pain …

And I’m letting him do it to me.

Willingly.

What is wrong with me?

In a moment of clarity, I push him away and breathe in deeply, wondering what the hell it is that I’m doing. But as the seconds pass, there’s nothing I can say. Nothing I want to change. Nothing I’m not ready for.

The only thing holding me back … is guilt.

Guilt that I should be feeling.

“Don’t think,” he murmurs into my ear, his hand sliding between my legs. “Just feel.”

When he starts to tease me, I lose my mind as his fingers expertly swirl around my sensitive spots. He knows just how to make me squirm. Everything tingles, and I find myself gasping for air while he plays with me. Toying with me until I moan.

Just like the pet he wants me to be.

And I’m making it easy for him.

I’m being complacent—obedient—and I don’t even wanna be anything but exactly that right now. His fingers play me like a violin, pushing my notes until I practically wanna beg him to fuck me.

Fuck.

“Let it go,” he murmurs, rubbing my clit.

I don’t want to. I’m scared of where this is going. Afraid of what it means when I let him do this. Does it make me just as evil as he is? Or am I just a gullible victim?

“I’ll take care of your every need,” he says, licking the rim of my mouth. “Everything you want … anything, I’ll give it to you.”

Without thinking, I blurt it out. “Fuck me!”

I regret it the moment it rolls off my tongue.

He momentarily stops moving, and I’m left with an aching clit, wanting to yell at him to continue. But I don’t. I stay put and wait for his reaction.

The electricity between us is almost tangible as he hovers above me.

What I just said changed everything.

Not because of the words …but because of the reason.

He didn’t make me say it.

I said it … willingly.

Of my own free will.

“Are you just saying that because you think I want it?” he asks.

I shake my head slowly.

He rolls a strand of my hair around his finger. “There’s no going back if you beg me …”

Suddenly, he flips me around on the couch and tears off the remaining fabric between us. I squeal as he drags my legs over the front of the couch until my butt rests right at the edge, my face planted into the cushions.

And then he smacks my butt.

“Fuck!” I scream.

“That’s the spirit,” he says, laughing.

He positions himself behind me and spreads my cheeks, pushing the tip in. My mouth forms an o-shape as he pushes in … all the way to the base.

“You wanted me to fuck you,” he muses, pulling out and thrusting in again. “Now take it like a good girl.”

* * *

Chase

I fuck her hard and fast, not giving a shit whether it’s the correct thing to do. Especially after the way I just came home. But something about this makes me feel good. Something about her makes me want to punish her.

She tried to escape, so I’ll make her feel just how badly I need her.

Then maybe she’ll reconsider.

I’ll fuck the fear right out of her.

I know I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m not going to stop either.

She asked for it.

Begged me to do it.

Who am I to deny her?

So I ram my cock deep inside her, making her feel every ounce of my desire and then some.

I’ve been horny ever since I finished off that dude. It’s what I like, the way my body responds to killing … and I normally would’ve taken care of it by jerking off.

But now she’s here, in the flesh, offering her body to me like a good girl, and I just can’t say no to her. Not when she asks me like that with those sweet lips and those beautiful glossy eyes.

I admit, I’m a sucker for beautiful women, especially when they’re as feisty as she is.

Something about her ferocity makes me want to grab her and keep her … hold her close to me. Even though she’s innocent, she’s far from virtuous. Her mind and body have long been tainted … and I can tell from the flush on her skin and the moans coming from her mouth that she enjoys it just the same.

We’re both suckers for excitement. She just doesn’t want to admit it. But I will … gladly.

I shove my dick inside her without holding back, without restraint. It’s what she wants, so I’ll give it to her.

She wants the animal. The beast. The monster.

It’s only right that I show it to her … at least with our sex.

So I grasp her hands and hold them behind her back as I fuck her into oblivion.

“How does it feel?” I ask, pounding into her. “Tell me.”

“Good.”

I smack her ass. “How good?”

“Fucking good!”

A grin spreads across my lips.

She looks so appetizing when she arches her back like that. It’s as if she’s inviting me in.

So I take the opportunity to grasp the chain attached to her collar and use it as a rein. I pull until she raises her head, and I bury myself deep inside her.

The moan that follows is like music to my ears.

“That’s it … Come for me,” I growl, smacking her ass again.

She bobs up and down from the sharp pain, but I don’t stop fucking her. I won’t stop; I refuse to … not until she comes and realizes this is what she precisely asked for.

I apply more pressure to her hands, wrapping the chain around them so she can’t move, can’t do anything but let me fuck her. She gasps and struggles, but I persist, thrusting into her with all my fervor.

She mewls loudly as I go balls deep, and my cock starts to pulse. “Come,” I say.

And I feel it … her pussy clenching my dick again and again, muscles contracting around me, sending delicious shockwaves down my length.

I fuck her even harder now, right through her orgasm, driving her wet pussy wild. With a roar, I come deep inside her, jetting my seed into her and filling her to the brim.

Still, I’m not sated. Not even close.

So I pull my still rock-hard cock out of her pussy and spit on it before pushing the tip against her asshole.

“What?” she moans, turning her face toward me as though she’s begging me to explain.

But she already knows what’s going to happen. She can feel it … right … now.

And that o-shape that appears on her mouth again is to die for.

“Fuck!” She braces in the chains, but there’s no way out.

“Take it,” I say, clenching her ass and pushing in farther. “You asked for this. Now take it deep and moan for me.”

When I’m inside her fully, I start to move, thrusting in and out slowly until she’s accustomed to my ample size. She sucks in a breath and buries her face in a pillow, so I pull the chain and force her to look up.

“Don’t try to escape. Don’t hide. I want to see you. I want you to feel every inch of me inside you,” I growl.

“Fuck … it’s so hard.”

I grin. “Good.”

I wonder if this is the first time she’s ever had it in the ass. If I’m the first man to claim her like this. It only makes me more excited.

I thrust faster, applying more spit, tugging the chain when she tries to relax. I don’t want her to relax. I want her to feel the real me. The bad me. The man she thinks she can seduce. The man she tried to wind around her finger.

The man who fucks like a beast and kills like a savage.

As I fuck her, I smack her ass again and again until she’s no longer clenching and starts to moan instead. “That’s it,” I say. “Let yourself go.”

I know it’s hard. I’m not the guy she’s supposed to want. I’m the bad guy. Yet I know she can’t stop herself from wanting this. From wanting me.

Because that’s what this is all about … The push and pull between us. Like magnets, we bounce and attract. And we’re helpless to fight it.

I start rubbing her clit again, wanting her to feel just how badly she wants this and just how much she likes it when I fuck her like this. Her back glistens with sweat and heat as I rub her just the right way, making her moan out loud.

God, the sounds she makes could make me come.

But I want to savor it.

Savor the look on her face as she falls apart with my dick inside her.

So I wait and watch the buildup—her shaky legs, her quivering body, the wetness pooling between her legs. And I push two fingers into her pussy, adding to the pressure, making her buck against me.

The explosion feels like the sweet, naughty dream I had a few days ago as her pussy clenches around my finger. When her whole body is quaking, I pull my fingers out and finish the job with my dick, fucking her until another stream of seed fills her up.

Both her holes … claimed by me.

Like the vicious animal I am.

When I’m sated, I pull out from her ass and let her calm down for a few seconds before untying her. She’s shivering and out of breath, so I go to the cabinet and take out the key I left there. Then I sit down on the couch beside her, pull her into my embrace, and take off the collar around her neck. As it falls to the floor, she doesn’t immediately touch her neck like before. Only a gasp escapes her mouth, and then she leans into me, resting her head on my chest.

I’m momentarily shaken by her sudden need for affection, but then I hold her close to my body, wrapping my arms around her tight. As her warmth melts with mine, something settles into my heart. A tenderness I’ve never experienced before. Something that one might call … love.

But how?

How could I love a girl I’ve hurt so much?

How could I love a girl who could never love me back?

I sigh and listen to her breaths, wishing I could explain everything to her without pushing her away. Without making her hate me even more.

I sigh and whisper, “How do you feel?”

“Warm,” she mumbles.

“Good.” I rub her back a little and give her a peck on the forehead. “We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow.”

“Doctor?” She lifts her head.

“To get a pill,” I say. “We had sex twice with no protection.”

“Oh …” She lowers her head again. “That won’t be needed.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Graham … he told me, when he took me from the cage, before he sold me to you. I …” She pauses. “I can’t get pregnant.”

Shock ripples through me.

She can’t get pregnant?

Ever?

She sniffs. I tip up her chin with my index finger. A small teardrop rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.

Then I lean in and kiss her. Not because I’m eager for more, but because I want to make her feel better. Because I want her to forget.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur as our lips unlatch.

Her lips quiver, and she nods slowly.

“Did he hurt you?” I ask, barely able to stop clenching my teeth together. “Did he do something to your body?”

The mere thought makes my blood boil.

She shakes her head. “He told me when he got me tested. He wouldn’t do that because he only kept us there to make babies.”

I suck in a breath. Rage flows through my veins, and my muscles tense in response. I know she can feel it because she inches away ever so slightly.

“That’s why he ditched me,” she adds. “Because I was useless to him.”

I grab her chin again. “You are not useless,” I say. “Do you hear me? You’re anything but useless. You are worth so, so much.” I lean my forehead against hers. “To me.”

She sniffs again and rests her head against my chest, and at that moment, I feel nothing but awe for this woman. I never imagined someone like her would be able to melt my heart, but here I am … falling deep.

I hold her close and soothe her, hoping she’ll forgive me, hoping she’ll believe what I said. I don’t ever want her to feel that way again.

“Thank you,” she mutters after a while. “For saying that.”

“Saying what?”

“That I mean something to you,” she says, lifting her head so I can look at those pristine eyes again. “Even if it was a lie,” she adds.

I caress her cheek and push her hair out of the way so I can plant a kiss right there on her neck. Then I whisper into her ear, “It wasn’t a lie.”

Her breathing stops momentarily. “Then what am I to you?”

“A beautiful gift … someone who stole my breath and heart.”

“But you—”

“I know what I am and what I did,” I interrupt. “The question is … do you?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Then figure that out first.” I plant another kiss on her shoulder.

“How? If you won’t tell me?”

“By accepting my love,” I whisper, trailing more kisses along her skin. “By giving your heart and soul to me.”

“But—”

“There is nothing out there for you, Syrena,” I say, taking her earlobe into my mouth, sucking it, cherishing every inch of her skin. “Nothing but pain. I can give you whatever you need, whatever you want. Love. Attention. A home. Me.”

My eyes rise, and I let my hands roam freely across her neck, caressing her. She arches her back and drops her head on the couch, allowing me access.

“I want you to stay,” I whisper, tickling her spine. “Willingly. With me. Not because I bought you, but because you want to. I promise I’ll give you anything you desire.”

She sighs and turns around in my arms, giving me her back so I can massage her further.

That’s when I notice a peculiar mark on her neck where her hairline and skin meet.

A birthmark in the shape of a droplet.

“Freedom?” she mumbles.

But I’m no longer listening.

No longer here.

My mind is scattering, my breath faltering, my heart palpitating.

All I can see is that birthmark.

Because it means … everything.