Page 53 of Fear Me, Love Me

My arms come around Tyrant’s neck. He lifts me up against him as we kiss each other frantically, and my legs wrap around his torso. He walks me over to the side of the room and we fall clumsily against a side table as we both undo his pants. I get one look at his cock before he grasps hold of himself and impales me right to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I cry out at the top of my lungs before gasping in dismay and clapping a hand over my mouth. “Oh no, Barlow.”

“He’s too young to know what he’s hearing. Eyes on me while I fuck you, angel.”

Tyrant pulls back and thrusts into me again. I don’t need to be told twice. Tyrant’s beautiful, brutal face is just inches from mine, and I cling to him as he fucks me. The table thumps against the wall, and we’re probably waking everyone in the house.

Tyrant’s got me. All I want is him. I alternate between kissing him and watching his cock slide in and out of me.

My oversensitive sex responds so fast to the primal way he’s pounding me. My body races ahead before I can even comprehend what’s happening. I bury my face in his shoulder and bite down on his flesh against my cry of pleasure as I come. Tyrant fists my hair, holding me tight as he pounds me faster and harder, his flesh burning hot, until his orgasm breaks over him and his rhythm becomes uneven and then slows down.

We’re both breathing hard as we draw apart.

“I can’t help myself when you look like that,” he says, swiping his thumb over my wet mouth.

I’m so dazed from sex that I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Like what?”

“Holding Barlow. That does something to me.”

“Does what?”

Instead of answering, he picks me up and carries me over to his bed, which is enormous with soft, dove-gray bedding. So many people don’t care about good fabrics. This man knows quality. When I’m settled on the sheets, he gets into the bed with me and draws the covers over us, holding me tight against him. My hands are pressed against his muscular chest, and I suddenly feel shy from the intense way he’s staring at me. I have no idea why any of this is happening or what Tyrant wants from me. I can’t stay because I have to leave with Barlow. It’s insane that Tyrant thinks I’m going to…what? Snuggle against his body for the rest of the night and fall asleep?

Apparently that’s exactly what Tyrant wants because he’s stroking his fingers through my hair and relaxing his head onto the pillow.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. The gentle rumble in his voice sends hot sparks swirling through me. “Did I hurt you?”

I squirm my legs a little, trying to feel if there’s a sore spot. There’s an ache deep in my core, but a pleasurable one.

“Yes and no.”

He studies my face, and then a slow smile spreads over his lips. “Yes, but you liked it?”

Exactly that. I’m suddenly overcome with shyness, and I wrap my arms around his neck, wriggle closer, and tuck myself beneath his chin. I’ll sleep, but just a few hours until morning, and then I’ll take Barlow home. That’s safer than carrying a baby across town in the middle of the night.

I feel a guilty pang as I think of Dad and Samantha worrying about Barlow.

Tyrant kisses the top of my head, and a wave of warmth and sleepiness washes over me. Lying in Tyrant’s arms is the safest and most comfortable I’ve ever felt, and I drift off to sleep.

I’m awoken sometime later by the sensation of my legs being moved. I’m on my side and hugging a pillow, and someone pushes my knees up toward my chest. Between my thighs feels so slippery, and I drowsily remember that I’ve been having sex with Tyrant.

Something plush and blunt slides against my inner lips, and then pushes inside. Somewhere over my head, Tyrant groans.

“Mmf,” I moan into the pillow, hugging it tighter, but I’m too sleepy to drag my eyes open. There’s a delicious stretching sensation as that thick object bottoms out inside me, and I whimper into the pillow.

“Shh, angel. I couldn’t wait till morning. You just sleep.” Drag. Thrust. Drag.Thrust. “You look so perfect with your eyes closed. Fast asleep. So helpless.” His voice is roughened with desire.

The thick object is Tyrant’s cock.

“You’re insatiable,” I whisper into the pillow. I pull my knees higher so he can go even deeper.

“You should see what I can see from here. Your pussy looks fucking amazing stuffed full of me.”

I moan in response to his filthy words, and my hand snakes down between my thighs. I trace my fingers over his thick cock pistoning in and out of me and then draw them up and over my clit, circling slowly.

“I’m not letting you go, angel,” he whispers, hammering me harder. “You’re all mine. Barlow as well. I’m going to keep you both because fuck everyone else and what they want. I want you.”

I want to tell him he’s crazy, he can’t keep us, we’re not his to keep, but the rough way he’s fucking me and the pleasure I’m chasing makes me moan, “Yes, Tyrant, please,please.”

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