“Broken under me like a little bird. You would do anything for me, wouldn't you, Lizith?”

I peer up from under my heavy lashes at the man I have grown to love as he looms over me like the devil himself. His blue eyes pierce me, and the blood in my veins drains. He smirks with the change in my breathing, his cock jutting against his briefs, his chest thick and taut and bare for my eyes to consume.

“What do you want me to do to prove I’m worthy enough for you?” I cry, because for the past few months, I have felt more love and experienced the greatest sex, even my first time, with my separated—albeit still married—Human Anatomy professor. At nineteen, I have learned more about myself and how deep the darkness inside me goes, all so Xander will love me back in the way I love him. Unconditionally.

“Just give it time, little bird.”

My green eyes are still blurred as the unstoppable tears soak into the skin of my cheeks. I try to look around his dark classroom, all the windows too high for anyone to see us. Only the night sky and moon are shining through; the Artscape glass on his locked door never shows a shadow on the other side. But why would it, when no one is left on campus this late at night?

Licking my swollen lips, still tender from all his rough kisses and not so gentle bites, I blink away some tears. “What if I found someone else to occupy my time until then?”

I know what I’m doing, and I know just what kind of beast I am provoking when I ask this, but I want him to feel what I do. I want that storm of anger yet desirable jealousy I chase daily to spark a fire in him. I want him to feel even an ounce of what I do right now, on my knees, naked with my hands bound behind me with his tie. A captured victim of lust, love, and taboo I have been for him since I was eighteen.

“You wouldn't do that, and do you know why?” he asks, but it’s not a question he wants me to answer. He brings his cock from its confines and he traces the wet tip along my lips, marking me with his cum. “Because, little bird, you belong to me, and hurting others to protect my sacred belongings isn't something I’m opposed to. You don't want to see anyone get hurt because of you, do you?”

His words are dark, and it makes my love for him run deeper when it should make me run farther.

“Look at me. I would do anything,” I confess, and he growls, grabbing my chin and opening my mouth wide to fit his cock inside.

Without warning, he goes deep, hitting the back of my throat, and I nearly gag. But it feels so right. “You look heavenly taking my cock with all that mascara running down your cheeks. You're a mess. My mess.”

My insides flutter, butterflies taking hold of me. Because I’m the one to make him lose his control. I am the one he wants, and he takes everything from me. He captured my innocence, locked it away in his chambers, and filled me with lust, passion, and danger.

He keeps fucking my mouth and I relax, looking up at him and letting him fuck me like he wants to. I am his little bird tonight, and just like every other night, I fall deeper in love with him. Like sap slowly rolling down a tree, my blood does the same, filling with him and seeping through my entire body, making me his completely.

Xander growls above me, watching his cock own my mouth, and if I could, I would rip my hands free to touch him. I want to hold those hips and help him possess me more. I want to lick up that small drop of sweat beading and rolling down the ridges of his abs.

Every other night, we meet here and fuck for hours, make love on end without ever stopping. Sometimes, the sun rises before we even get a second to breathe. When we are apart, I can still smell him, feel him, and taste him. He’s imprinted on me like a physical and emotional memory that never fades, only growing more vibrant with time. The kind you obsess over in hopes you never forget a single second or let it dull in your mind.

My brunette hair is caught up in his tan hands laced with experience. At thirty-two, he’s had over a decade more than me to hone his skills as a lover. They are traced in thick veins that scream power, control, lust. His thick thighs brace as the powerhouse to his calculated and controlled strokes into my tight, warm mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Lizith, and you will feel it for days. It will make you crazy to ache from me but not have me.”

Dropping from my mouth, he steps back, and I get a second to breathe. I gulp for the cold air—thick with sex but still chilly—and I cough when I take in too much.

“Easy, baby.” Bending down, he grabs me by the elbows and helps me up. His touches are rough but still have a slight undertone of care and adoration.

He loves me.

He has to.

I feel it in everything he does.

He has to.

“Untie me,” I moan while he guides us to his desk.

“No.” His tone is sharp and sure, unyielding.

“Please, untie me and make love to me. I need it!” I cry, turning with effort against his steady hands to look him in the eye.

“I don’t have time for this, Lizith. Don’t do this again tonight.” His eyes dilate and there is a tic in his jaw as he grows frustrated.

“Why can’t you just show me you love me like I show you? Don’t you love me as much as I love you?”

“Is that what you want?”

He unties me as he asks his question. Once my hands are free, I pounce, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around him. Xander catches me, gripping my ass while my hands fight to touch anywhere they can.

“You want me to tell you I love you? Is that it? Tell you I can’t fucking sleep at night, because you are always on my fucking mind?” He moves quickly, lying my back against his cool wooden desk.

“Yes. Tell me what you feel.” I watch him, nothing but a mess of breath and emotions. Deprived and desperate for his words.

Before he speaks again, he grabs his cock and lines himself up with my entrance, and I watch with him, mesmerized as he slowly slides inside. An audible gasp of relief leaves us both. He’s thick, an expanse of power, danger, and pleasure inside me.

“I look at you and I see my demise. I see the end of me,” he confesses. “I see the power I have over you and how far I’m willing to go to fucking ruin you. I want to be the man who breaks your heart and fucking destroys you. Because, little bird…” He pauses, thrusting into me hard. My eyes roll back as I arch off the desk. I lose my surroundings for a moment, but he brings me back before I can catch up.

With a tight grip on my chin, he immobilizes my jaw and my eyes focus on him. “The man who destroys you, forever owns you.”

I choke, a sound of welcomed torture leaving me. I don't have anything else to say as I come just from pure obsession. I want him to break me, because I plan to do the same. He sees the end because I am the end of anything that was before me.

“Fuck!” he growls, as my core tightens like a vise.

My toes curl and my body feels like lava as my orgasm consumes me. He keeps pounding, chasing his own. The dark hair he wears slicked back is now falling around his forehead. His blue eyes have nearly gone black, and those veins in his neck begin to bulge. I watch silently, my mouth in an O and my words stuck inside.

The second he comes, he howls into the empty room. “Your blood is now mine as mine is yours. I will love you without boundaries and I will own every part of you. You are my obsession.”

“Xander, I love you!” I cry out with him, consuming his orgasm as mine peaks again, hitting me for a second time.

I’ve become Xander’s, and in no time or universe will he ever be rid of me.