Page 68 of Fear Me, Love Me

I pull away and gaze up at him in the moonlit darkness. A string of saliva connects my lower lip to the tip of his cock.

We don’t speak, but a thousand words pass between us in that silence.

I grasp his thighs and pull myself up. He helps to strip me out of my jeans and sweater, and then I straddle his lap, pull my underwear aside, and sink down onto his cock.

We wrap our arms around each other and groan at the same time.

Him.

I want Tyrant.

He’s my heart’s desire.

Whatever happens next, I have to be his.

“Fuck, yes, angel,” Tyrant says in a guttural voice as I rise up and sink down his cock again and again. “I’ve missed you so tight around my cock. Milk me, and I’m going to blow so deep inside you.”

I moan against his mouth, and I’m almost sobbing. “I’ve missed you, too. I need you so much.”

Tyrant wraps his arm around my waist, lifts me up, and lays me down on the grass. Pulling out, he presses tender kisses down to my belly, his lips brushing over my scars. He doesn’t give a damn about my scars and he never has.

He kisses my stomach again and again. “I’m so deep inside you, angel. You’re mine, forever. You and this baby.” The baby growing inside me. His baby.

He sits up, takes his cock in his hand, and thrusts into me so fast and deep that I cry out long and loud.

“You know that I’m obsessed with you, don’t you?” he snarls as he pounds ruthlessly into me. “Nothing has changed. I’m going to put that tracker back in your neck. You’re going to say,Thank you, Tyrant. I still own you. Your blood. Your breath. Your pussy. Everything.”

“Please, Tyrant,” I beg him, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. If that’s how he wants to make me his, then I’ll give that to him. His tracker in the back of my neck to keep me safe. His cock in my mouth when I need to calm down. With every slam of his cock, he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I dig my nails in and cry out as my climax hits me. Tyrant growls and scoops me against him with both arms, thrusting deeper with each wave of his own orgasm.

Slowly, he raises himself up, and we’re both breathing hard.

“Will you give me my heart’s desire?” I whisper, taking his face in my hands.

“Angel, I’ll give you anything.”

“I never want to see Dad and Samantha again.” I hesitate for a moment, and then I say it. “But I don’t want them to die.”

Tyrant’s eyes narrow as he considers this. “I want Barlow. He’s ours.”

“I…” I bite my lip.

Tyrant seizes my throat, fingers digging in, and he growls, “You want him, too. Say it. Tell me you want Barlow and that you won’t give him up.”

I cling desperately to Tyrant’s wrist. He’s not squeezing hard, but he is telling me this is a hard line for him. Mercy for Dad and Samantha, but we’re taking Barlow. I want my brother so much. I don’t want to give him up.

There’s the sound of footsteps and voices. Dad and Samantha are coming this way.

Tyrant takes off his shirt and quickly pulls it over my head, picks me up in his arms, and collects the rifle. When Dad and Samantha come around the corner, I’m sitting in Tyrant’s lap. He has one arm around me, and one hand holding the gun that’s braced on the ground. He glares at them through cold eyes. All his muscles are rigid as I cling to him.

Dad stops short, and revulsion washes over his face. For once, I don’t duck my head in shame or tell myself that I’m disgusting and everything I want and need is wrong. I wrap my arms tighter around Tyrant and stare Dad down.

Still watching Dad with an icy glare, Tyrant plants a slow kiss against my throat, telling me silently that he’s proud of me.

“I see how it is,” Dad says slowly, watching Tyrant. “You’ve got some kind of weird obsession with my daughter. Fine, I’ll make you a deal. You can have her, we’ll have Barlow, and we’ll all go home, fair and square. Debt paid.”

“You would give your daughter up like that?” Tyrant asks.

Dad’s lip curls in a sneer. “Gladly. My daughter wants us dead just so she can have Barlow.”

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