Page 70 of Sin Bin Bully

I push just the head of my cock into her, teasing her, making her tremble. She tries to push back, to take more, but I hold her fast. "Sam," she begs. "Please..."

I push her face down into the bed, my body covering hers. "You take what I give you," I growl, and then I slam into her, hard and deep. She screams, her body convulsing around me.

I fuck her punishingly, ruthlessly, my hips slamming into her ass. She moans and screams, her body shaking with each thrust. I grip her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch into me.

"You're mine, Kim," I growl, my cock pounding into her. "You'll never leave me again."

She moans, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing. I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.

"Come for me, little dancer," I command. "Come all over my cock. Show just how much you fucking need me."

And she does, screaming my name, her body convulsing, her pussy milking me. I groan, my cock throbbing, my own orgasmripping through me. I collapse on top of her, my body spent, my breath ragged.

I roll off her, pulling her into my arms. She's shaking, her body covered in sweat, her eyes glazed. I kiss her, soft and slow, my hands gentle on her skin.

"You're mine, Kim," I murmur. "Forever."

I lay next to Kim, listening to her breathe. The steady rhythm calms my racing thoughts, but I know it's time. I can't wait any longer.

Shifting carefully, I slide out from under Kim and reach for the drawer beside the bed. My fingers close around the small velvet box I've been keeping there. For a moment, I just hold it, feeling its weight.

I open the box and set it on the bed next to her. The diamond catches the light, throwing tiny rainbows across her skin.

"Kim," I say, my voice low and serious. She turns to look at me, her eyes widening as she spots the ring. "You're mine. You know that. But I want to make you mine in every way."

Her eyes flick from the ring to me and back, the shock so clear that I almost want to laugh. "I was going to just give it to you, make you wear it without the option." Her eyes narrow, and this time a smile does spread across my face. "But…I'm going to give you this choice."

And I hope, just like last time, she chooses me.

Otherwise I'll have to lock her up again.

She stares at the ring, her lips parting in surprise. "Sam, when did you get this?"

"The day after you chose to stay," I answer honestly. "I should have bought it months ago. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. Nothing was going to stop me from making that a reality."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what comes next. "I love you, Kim. I won't apologize for how I went about thisbecause I needed you. I couldn't not have you and I couldn't take the chance of you saying no, for not seeing what we were meant to be. But while you might be mine..." I pause, meeting her gaze. "You can decide if you want to wear the ring."

She starts to speak, but I shake my head. "Think about it. Really think about it."

Kim's eyes dart between me and the ring, her expression a mix of shock and something else I can't quite read. I watch her, my heart pounding. This is it—the ultimate submission. I've given her my all, and now I'm asking for the same in return.

And I know, I could see it earlier, she needs time to think. Even if the possessive part of me wants to embed the finger into her ring and never let her take it off, I force myself out of the bed.

I want her to give in to me. I don't want to worry about finding her unconscious in the woods. I don't want her giving me the silent treatment.

So I am giving her this. A choice. She is mine, and I won't let her forget that. I will take care of her, protect her, but she can have this. The option.

As I pull on my pants, getting ready to leave Kim alone with her thoughts, she shifts up, pulling the sheets with her. "Sam, I—" she begins, but I shake my head at her.

"Take your time," I murmur. "I can tell you have a lot to think through."

She nods slowly, her gaze never leaving the ring. I can see the wheels turning in her head, and for once, I resist the urge to push. This has to be her choice.

So I stand and head for the door, hoping that I haven't fucked up. Again.

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KIM

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