Page 12 of Fear Me, Love Me

I love that he buys good shirts. Someone who looks as handsome as he does should wear clothes that complement his luscious appearance. I don’t care about the brand or the designer, but I adore the perfect topstitching across the shoulders. The inky black buttons. The beautiful tailoring.

When I look up, there’s a smile on Tyrant’s lips. For a moment I think he’s laughing at me, but while he’s amused at me studying his shirt so closely, his eyes are gentle.

“I’m getting jealous of my shirt, angel. I wish you’d admire me half as much.”

I sit up, pull the shirt on, and button it up. I admire him a thousand times as much as this shirt, which makes up ninety-nine percent of my problems. Tyrant’s shirt feels as good as it looks, and it smells just like he does. A cold, sharp, and dangerous scent. Razor blades and freezing wind off a forested mountain, overlaid with dark berries. The shirt is enormous on me, and I roll the cuffs back past my wrists.

Just then, his cum starts to slip out of me. I squeak and tightly cross my legs.

A smirk crosses Tyrant’s lips and he spreads his arm along the back seat behind me. “Don’t worry about it leaking out. You should be pregnant by now.”

“I’m worried about your car.” The black leather is pristine. It’s a crime to make a mess on it.

“Then let me clean you up.” Tyrant opens the center console and fishes out some tissues.

I realize he means to wipe me himself, and I reach for them. “I can do it.”

He holds the tissues out of my reach. “Of course you can. But I want to.”

Hewantsto? No one ever wants to take care of me. They only ever do it grudgingly. I’m still gazing at him in shock when he loops an arm around my waist, pulling me atop his strong thighs with my back against his broad chest.

His lips are against my ear. “Open your legs for me.”

Cautiously, I do as I’m told.

He spreads me open with his fingers and slowly dabs me with the tissues. My eyelashes flutter, and I take a heavy breath. This feels even more intimate than having sex with him.

When he draws his hand away, we both see that there’s a smear of cum on his middle finger. He holds it to my lips. “Suck.”

I open my mouth, and he pushes his finger inside. My lips close around him, and I taste him, musky and sweet. He’s watching me with laser focus while my eyes are half closed.

“Have you thought about having my cock in your mouth, angel?” he murmurs huskily, his hot breath in my ear. “I think you’d feel wonderful with your mouth full of me. Look how relaxed you’re getting just from my finger.”

We sit like that for so long, my body warm and liquid in his arms while he fucks my mouth with his finger. I want to fall asleep like this. I want him to hold me close all night while his finger is in my mouth. His other hand is palming my belly, so large and warm as he holds me close. I drift off on warm, relaxed thoughts.

Eventually, I realize that I’ve been cuddled into him for an embarrassingly long time, and I nearly fell asleep. I pull his finger from my mouth and sit up. “Sorry. You must want to go. I’ll get my things.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere but here.”

I find my underwear and yank them up my legs, not looking at him.

“One of these days, I’ll make you believe that I crave to take care of you, angel.”

One of these days, my brain won’t short-circuit at the sight of Tyrant Mercer. That day can’t come soon enough.

Once I’m dressed with Tyrant’s shirt tucked into my pleated skirt, I put my hand on the door handle. “You don’t have to worry about your kink turning into something real. I’ll go and fix this like I did the other times.”

Tyrant’s eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”

“I’m going to the pharmacy to take care of our mistake.” I’ll have to face the judgmental gaze of the pharmacist yet again. I think I’ll go to a different place this time so I don’t turn inside out from shame.

“What do you mean, like you did the other times? You took Plan B?”

“Of course I took Plan B,” I tell him, confusion mounting in my chest.

Tyrant pushes his hands through his hair and curses loudly, anger blazing in his eyes.

People don’t want to be tied to you after they get what they want. All the things he said and did just now were just sex talk. Weren’t they?

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