Syrena

I know what I did. I know damn right what I unleashed when I made the decision to come back to him.

But I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t force myself to stay in a place I really didn’t want to be. I only did it because I thought it was the right thing to do … because of the pain I felt.

All that was just my head trying to make right what had gone wrong, but the thing with hearts is that they can’t ever be fixed. Love isn’t right or wrong, it isn’t easy, and it’s definitely not always healthy.

But this love is undeniable, unshakable, and I can’t ignore what my heart wants.

My need for him has only grown since I left, and when I finally got the chance to speak to him again, everything came pouring out of me. It was the honest truth. The only truth I’ve denied myself for so long.

I knew it the moment I first kissed him that this was more than just a means to an end.

He stole my heart and chained it to his body, and I can never get it back. No matter how hard we both tried to stay away from each other.

He ruined me … and I ruined him.

And if loving him means I’m just as evil as he is, then so be it.

I can live with knowing what he truly is … knowing that he once tried to kill me.

He couldn’t.

And that’s where our fates collided.

Where our hearts melted into one.

Where I was bound to him forever … even if I didn’t know it yet.

I do know now. I know it all, and I accept every inch of responsibility that comes with loving a beast of a man. I have no regrets, whatsoever.

The longer he kisses me, the more I realize I finally made the right decision.

The game we played never was one about freedom or power … it was about our inevitable clash. Like magnets, we drew to each other until nothing was left but him and me.

Around him, I always feel naked. Stripped bare of everything that makes me, me. My past, my present, my future—all together as one. And it’s okay. It’s okay to be vulnerable. It’s okay to be who I am around him because I’m no longer afraid.

And right now, I want nothing more than for him to hold me. Kiss me. Touch me everywhere, and more.

His kisses are feverish and desperate, as if he can’t get close enough, even though I’m already in his arms. His presence surrounds me, towers over me, even on his knees, and I love how small it makes me feel. How when he takes what he wants from me, I feel freed.

He moans softly as his lips leave a trail of wetness all the way down my neck. I can sense his agony and how much he’s yearned for me in the way he kisses me. It’s been so long … too long.

And as my head tilts back, his teeth sink into my shoulder.

I don’t feel the pain. Only the pleasure.

And when he laps up the small trickle of blood, I moan along with him.

It’s bliss.

His hands grasp my breast, squeezing straight through the fabric. His breathing becomes more erratic, his kisses more temperamental as my nipples peak under his fingers. He groans out loud and then tears away my shirt. Ripping it through the middle, he makes me squeal. Within seconds, it’s gone, thrown halfway across the room, and his mouth is all over me, leaving tantalizing licks and kisses wherever he goes.

“I can’t control myself,” he whispers against my skin.

“Then don’t,” I murmur, gasping when he sucks on my nipple.

“God … What did I ever do to deserve you,” he murmurs.

I smile and reach for his pants, unzipping them quickly and pulling out his cock. He’s already hard, bouncing up and down, pre-cum dripping from the tip. As I start to massage him, he rocks along with my movements, groaning like an animal.

His grip on my nipples only tightens, but the sizzling pain feels amazing, and I want nothing more than for him to take me right now.

It’s as if he can sense exactly what I need because his fingers immediately dive underneath my skirt and slide up my thighs. When they reach my panties, he briefly caresses me, making me crave him even more. Then he harshly rips away the fabric, and I cry out in surprise.

“Don’t say I never warned you,” he growls.

I chuckle, but I’m immediately interrupted by his lips smashing onto mine.

He claims both my mouth and my pussy as his, sliding his fingers up and down my slit. He moans into my mouth, a wicked smirk spreading on his lips. “You’re already wet. Miss me that much?”

I nod, but then he captures my mouth once more, and I’m lost in desire again.

His tongue expertly twirls around mine as his fingers toy with me, and I can barely keep my hands steady as I palm him. His impressive length still makes my mouth water, still makes me want to beg.

But I don’t even have to because he’s already one step ahead of me, pushing me down onto the floor with simple kisses and greedy touches. He’s right on top of me, fondling me, shoving his fingers up into my pussy as if he owns it. And he does. He owns every inch of my soul.

For this exact reason, I can never escape him. Even if he lets me leave, I could never turn my back. Not on this. Not on him.

“Fuck, I need you,” he says through ragged breaths. “I need to feel you.”

“Fuck me,” I say as he pulls my hands above my head in a vise grip. He pauses, and his hand twitches. I say it again. “Fuck me.”

The louder the words, the tighter his hand pushes down my wrists. I love how it feels. Love the way he turns into a savage beast.

He grunts and shoves my skirt up even farther, parting my legs as he positions himself on top of me. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you all right.”

“Yes,” I moan as his tip enters me.

“Hard,” he adds.

“Yes …” I mewl as he thrusts in.

“Fast.”

I gasp as he pulls out and buries himself deep inside me again.

He grabs my face and smashes his lips on mine, fucking me into oblivion. And I’m loving every second of it; my mind completely wasted on lust.

“I can’t be gentle, Syrena,” he whispers, nibbling on my lip.

“I want you … Chase,” I murmur as his fingers twist my nipples, making it hard to breathe.

“You want the monster?” he asks.

Suddenly, he slaps my breast, making me squeal, then rams his cock inside me while I do.

“Say it!”

“I want you,” I say. “Give me the monster.”

“How long? One fuck?” he asks as he thrusts into me. “One night? One week?”

“Forever.”

He pauses and leans over to caress my cheek. Then he grasps my chin. “Is this your choice?”

I don’t even need to think about it. That’s how certain I am. I don’t even care what happened. All I care about is him being with me … inside me.

“Yes,” I reply.

The admittance feels like a breath of relief.

He smiles and gives me a peck on the lips. “Good …” he groans, fucking me even harder. “Because I’m not letting you escape ever again.”

He leans up and slides back inside my pussy. I can feel his length bumping inside me, the feeling like heavenly sin. I moan with each thrust, my body covered in goose bumps, deliciously rippling with heat.

His hand lowers from my chin to my neck, carefully sliding his fingers down so I can feel every inch of them … and then he wraps them around my throat. All while still fucking me madly.

“Are you afraid?” he asks.

I shake my head.

I know he won’t hurt me.

He loves me too much, needs me too much to ever risk it.

His fingers tighten, and still, I don’t feel anything but the need for him to go beyond what both of us thought was possible. I want to give him my all, even if it means handing over my life.

With him, I just know I’m safe.

I just know.

Our bond goes deeper than skin. Deeper than any pain anyone could ever inflict on me.

And this? Him holding me down like some kind of pet? This doesn’t feel like a threat.

It feels like an invitation.

A game to see if I’m willing to let myself go for his needs.

And I am.

This is all a power play. It’s something he craves, something I can give.

So I let him push me to my limits as he fucks me on the floor until I’m almost out of breath.

Then he releases me, and I suck in air, only for him to wrap his fingers around my neck again. I focus on the smell of hot sex, the sound of his animalistic moans, and the feel of his balls slapping against my skin.

And as he comes, so do I.

Right as his fingers practically choke me, my pussy begins to thump, and an explosion of orgasmic proportions builds up through my body. His thrusts stop deep inside me as his cum jets into me, accompanied by a roar that sounds like euphoria to me.

His fingers release the pressure as he plants his hands beside my head, hovering close to my lips. “Did I hurt you?”

I grin and chuckle.

“Is that good or bad?” he adds.

“Good,” I mutter. “Definitely good.”

He hums with amusement and says, “That’s what I like to hear.”

I smile, but the realization kicks in that the healing process has only just begun.

I want to erase the bad memories and replace them with new ones. Better ones.

I swallow away the lump in my throat. “Collar me.”

“What?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice.

“Make me yours.”

The silence seems to last forever, but I know he heard.

Suddenly, he pulls us both up from the floor, carrying me all the way back into that same room I was in before. My room.

But this time, it doesn’t feel like a prison as he slams the door shut with his foot and puts me down on the floor. It only takes him a second to find the metal that instantly reminds me of what I’ve been through, but this time, it no longer sends me into a panic.

Instead, I’m calm and needy for more. More of him. More of everything.

And when the familiar metal wraps itself around my throat and clings into place, I don’t feel as if I’ve been robbed of my freedom. Instead, the chain in his hands as he tugs me toward him feels like power. Feels like more freedom than I’ve ever had before.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says.

I place my hand on his cheek and say, “Yes, I do.”

“I can live without it,” he mutters.

“No, you can’t,” I reply. “And neither can I.”

I can feel his smile forming underneath the tip of my fingers.

His forehead leans against mine as he slowly inches closer and kisses me—fully, honestly—as only a man could. He’s not just a monster or a beast. He’s a man too. My man. Only this man could give me so much by taking away everything I have.

And right now, I don’t want to be anywhere but here in his arms.

He shoves me against the door and lets his mouth roam freely across my skin again. His hands fumble at my skirt, pulling it down until I’m completely naked in front of him, despite him being fully clothed. And I don’t even mind one bit.

“God, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking your pretty body,” he muses. “Or mouth.”

“Take me. Take it all,” I say.

“Any way I want?” he murmurs, sucking on my bottom lip.

I nod. “Anything.”

He bites down ever so slightly until my lip cracks, and he licks up the blood gleefully.

Out of nowhere, he spins me around on my feet, planting me face-first against the door. The chain still firmly in his hand, he pulls back my head and whispers into my ear, “You know I like it rough.”

His hand circles my ass.

SMACK!

My legs tremble, but the pain sizzles right down to my pussy, making me so damn wet again.

He massages my ass and does the same to the other cheek, giving both equal treatment until they’re tingling, and my legs are wobbly. But his dick pushing into my thighs reminds me to stay awake.

He leans away toward the cabinet, and the next thing I know, something’s squirted onto my ass.

“This might hurt a little … but you’ll love it,” he says, and then his fingers enter me from behind. Right in my ass. “Because I do.”

I gasp as he probes me, feels me, fills me up with just one finger … and then he adds another one.

“So tight … already whimpering,” he murmurs.

“F-fuck,” I mumble, not even able to pronounce more than one syllable.

I can hear him smile. “It’s only going to get tighter … and harder.”

After pulling out, he swipes his length along my ass and then pushes inside, inch by inch. I hold my breath the entire way, my nails digging into the door.

“Take it like a good girl,” he groans, pushing farther inside. “All the way.”

I’m on my tiptoes as he fills me up completely. Fuck me. I never expected this to happen so soon again. Or for it to feel so good. So fucking … full.

As he starts to move, I can feel it everywhere. In my ass, my legs, my pussy … even my nipples harden as he thrusts. His cum is still dripping out of me as he buries himself inside my other hole, but I don’t even mind. I’m wasted on lust. Wasted on him as he pulls the chain and forces me to tilt my head back.

God, I love how forceful he is.

Have I lost my mind? Maybe.

But I prefer it this way. I love surrendering to him because it frees me in ways I never thought possible. And the pleasure is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

It’s as if he knows exactly how to play me, how to push my buttons to make me squeal and beg.

Still holding the chain with one hand, he moves his other hand between my legs. He claims my pussy by twisting my clit, rubbing it until I’m literally shaking with need. His cum mixes with my wetness, dripping down my legs as he thrusts into my ass.

Arousal peaks as I moan while he flicks me, the grip on the chain growing tighter and tighter. He uses it as reins. Reins to fuck me—to control my body—and I’m letting him.

And as he comes, roaring out loud once again, I do too. His fingers thrum to the rhythm of my orgasm, making me see stars. All while his cum spouts into me, filling me up and then some.

When we’re both sated and his cock has deflated, he pulls out. I almost collapse right there, but he captures me in his arms and holds me steady, pressing sweet kisses on my back as he pants heavily.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers against my skin. “I’ve got you. Always.”

My skin flushes with warmth and goose bumps because I know he means it.

With his arm wrapped around my body, holding me snuggly against him, I realize I don’t want to be anywhere else but here right now.

Right underneath his palm.

Claimed with his collar.

His.