Page 40 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

Because those words, they’re a promise of my future.

Our future.

“Ineed you,” I whisper against his ear, and delight in the shudder that racks through him. The effect I still have on him as strong as his on me.

He rolls his lips, as if contemplating my words. “I want us to be married first.”

I stumble back in shock, but he shoots his hands out and grips my arms to steady me.

“Married?” My mouth falls open. Even the taste of the word on my tongue feels like acid.

His jaw sharpens, and the vein on his neck pulsates, giving away he’s pissed. “Yes, fucking married, Laya. I want to do shit right this time.”

“I-I lost my husband a few days ago, Owen.”

His nostrils flare. “You shouldn’t have married him in the first fucking place!”

This time, it’s me who gets angry because how fucking dare he. “You fucked me and got engaged on the same night. You took my virginity and stomped all over it like it was nothing. Don’t try making me feel bad for picking up the pieces of what you broke because you were an ass. I moved on with my life just like you did, just not as soon!”

He swallows hard, his body practically vibrating on the spot. I want nothing more than to strip him of his T-shirt and expose them.

“It meant every. Fucking. Thing. Laya.” He drops his head and shakes it, and when he raises his eyes to meet mine again, I’m stunned by the longing swimming in them. “Everything.” Emotion clogs in his throat on the word, and I see it all for the first time. A tear slips down my face.

“You got engaged,” I whisper brokenly.

“I explained that shit. I was trying to do what would give you the better future,” he snipes out. “Stop fucking bringing it up. I’m here now. I’m standing before you as the man who loves you with his everything, with so many regrets when it comes to you that they make me feel like I’m drowning.”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer, and I startle.Regrets?

“Regrets?”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Yes. Fucking regrets, Laya. I should have stepped up, been the man you deserved. I should have told Tate how I feel about you.” He shakes his head. “The thought of losing him, my family, it crippled me, Laya. I felt like I was betraying him. Then your mom asked me to let you go so you could have a fucking life, one without me in it. It’s like she could see the darkness within me, and she was pleading with me to not drag you into it, to keep you pure.

“I wish I’d never left your room that night, Laya. My biggest regret has been walking away from you when what I should have done was scoop you into my fucking arms and walk down those stairs, telling the world we’re together, that we’re spending the rest of our lives together. I’ve never wanted to marry anyone but you, Laya. Nobody ever came close. It’s always been you. Always.” He licks his lips. “And I did all that shit, I did it all, for everyone else. But right now, I’m doing this for me.” His lips slam against mine and our tongues thrash as he fights for control over me, and as always, I melt into him, happy to oblige, to give him the control he craves. Then he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m doing this for both of us.”

“For both of us,” I agree.

OWEN

“For both of us,” she whispers, causing the possessive beast inside of me to swell. Nothing and nobody will take them from me ever again. I’ve worked damn hard to get them here, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep them.

She winces again, and that’s when I remember why we’re in the bathroom. Reaching over her head, I snag the tampons off the shelf. “Come on, baby girl, let’s get you sorted.” My cock thickens at the thought of seeing her bare and pushing a tampon into her needy little pussy while it drips her blood on my fingers. Her eyes widen, but I ignore the question in them, take her hand, and lead her into the bedroom.

“Get on the bed and open your legs.” Her cheeks heat, and she remains frozen beside the bed, making me chuckle. “Laya, do as I ask you. You know I like control.” I raise an eyebrow, and her flush deepens, no doubt remembering all the times she would sneak around to watch me take someone roughly.

“Do you normally—” She stops herself from finishing the sentence, then waves her hand toward the tampons. Then she clears her throat and tries again. “Do you normally do this?”

My eyes latch onto the box in my hand, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me. She thinks I’ve done this for every woman I fucked. “No, baby girl. But with you, I can’t help myself. I want to take care of every part of you, Laya.” I step forward and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “And for the record, the only blood on my cock has been yours.” Her breath hitches, and her eyes become hooded. “Get on the bed and open your legs. Let me see.”

She shuffles onto the bed, with almost a nervousness about her, and it has me craving her even more. When she opens her legs, my pulse races and my cock leaks pre-cum, and I hiss at the way the head rubs against my waistband.

A streak of blood drips from her pussy hole, and my mouth waters to taste her. “Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I groan, and she sits up on her elbows to watch me.

The tension in my body is like no other. The control it’s taking me to keep my cock out of her pussy is like torture. But when I finally sink into her, it will be with her as my wife and Romeo as my son, just as it always should have been.

“It’s my period, Owen. Pretty sure there’s nothing beautiful about it.”

Shifting, I kneel on the bed between her legs. “Wrong, baby girl, this perfect little pussy is weeping for me.” I can’t help but reach out and stroke over her little clit and swipe my finger through her blood, swirling it until the tip is coated. Then I paint over her folds, relishing the warmth of her skin. The smoothness of her little pussy has my cock jumping to be released. “It tells me my baby girl is ready for me to put a baby in her.” She gasps, but I ignore her and push my finger into her pussy, then withdraw and add another, pumping inside her slowly. “It tells me it’s leaking, ready to be filled with my thick cock. Your body is crying out for me, Laya.” Her whimpers only add to myheightened state of need, and I won’t be able to leave this room without coming, not when she needs that as much as I do.

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