Page 64 of Cruel Dominion

She wriggled, sighing sleepily. “Carter, I?—”

“Shh,” I whispered against her neck. “Just let me keep it in a little longer.”

My little siren didn’t protest again as I slipped back into her warmth, not allowing myself to give in to the urge to take her again. I envisioned the wide head of my cock pushing my seed as deep as it could go, keeping it there for as long as it needed to stay to fulfill its purpose.

I wanted to ask her if she was on birth control, but I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I didn’t like the answer. Was it the pill? Did she keep it on her? Maybe in her purse in the chauffeur’s car? I could get rid of it. But what if it was one of those IUDs?

Could I pull it out without her noticing?

I shivered at the thought, mixed feelings of disgust at myself and primal satisfaction warring for dominion.

“What are you thinking?,” Anna murmured, shifting slightly so I could see her face but not enough to dislodge my cock.

“You’re perfect.”

I propped myself up on an elbow to study her in the aftermath. Her skin was pretty and flushed, our joined bodies glistening with sweat and her release. I could see the liquid rolling down onto her thighs, a mix of both our cum. I frowned, pulling my cock out only long enough to catch the roll of pearlescent liquid with my tip and push it back up inside her.

Her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?”

“I want you to keep my seed inside you,” I said honestly.

“Why?” she asked, raising a brow, sounding amused. Unworried.

IUD then. Must be.

I didn’t answer; she wasn’t ready to hear the truth yet.

Anna sighed, apparently writing it off as just some new facet of my obsession with her. She played with her hair and gazed out at the ocean while I angled my hips to better lock my hilt against her and wondered what the chances were of getting pregnant with one of those things inside her.

“Oh shit,” she said, trying to move, but I held her against me, not letting her go. Not yet. “Carter, my photos. When you picked me up I dropped them all over the?—”

“I got them.”

“You what?”

“I picked them up after I put you in the trunk. They’re in my car.”

She sagged back down against me, falling silent for a minute before breaking the silence again.

“Are you going to keep me here?” she asked, her voice distant, as if she wouldn’t be all that opposed to it.

I refused to let myself hope.

She looked wary, uncertain of what she wanted my answer to be.

I was tempted to drag her up to my bedroom, throw her in and lock the door. I could keep her forever, making sure she’s safe, from her ex’s hired kidnappers and her father’s manipulative plans.

But that’s not how I wanted her. I wanted Anna to choose me. Like I chose her.

Already, she was drawing closer to me. She’d let me see her broken, vulnerable, and crying. She’d let me spank her. Inevitably, she’d figure out that I was what she needed.

“You can stay here as long as you want,” I offered.

Anna bit her lower lip. “I think I want to go home.”

The fire in my veins turned to ice, and I shielded the still regrowing thing in my chest from the frost.

“Dad has security there, and I…I need some time to think. I won’t slip your bodyguards again the next time I go out.”

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