Page 29 of Little Darling

I kissed him hard, making sure it hurt him. I bit his lip until he was the one bleeding for me once again.

Lars snarled and started lifting his hips, driving his cock deep into me, and pushing my pleasure even higher.

“I want you to tell me you’re mine.”

There it was again… that pleading note in his voice. But I refused to give into him in that context. I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Instead, I gasped as he plowed into me, my body bouncing on top of his, my head shaking “no” in response to giving him what he wanted.

He snarled something nasty and vulgar and then pressed his lips to mine to growl, “Say the fucking words. I want tofeelthem because youmeanthem.”

He was frightening.

He was incredible.

And then he was orgasming, a harsh roar leaving him as he found his release. His neck muscles strained, his teeth were bared, and he hissed out vile words as he came inside me. The feeling of his cum was thick and hot and filled every inch of me from the inside out. I gasped at how visceral the feeling of his climax was.

And when he filled me to the brim and spilled out of where we were connected, he sagged back on the mattress and took me with him, my body sprawled over his, our breathing haggard, our bodies sweaty.

We lay there in silence, my inner muscles rhythmically clenching around his cock.

God, he’s still so hard.

With my cheek to his chest, I closed my eyes and warded off the dizziness from my orgasm. I felt his fingers trail along my back in slow, rhythmic motions that started to lull me to sleep.

It was when I was on the verge of unconsciousness that I felt his warm breath against the crown of my head before I heard his harsh whisper.

“The only thing that will separate us is death, Dolly.”

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DOLLY

Ifelt the warmth of the morning light as it filtered through the fully opened curtains. The change in weather was coming fast, and the air in the room was chilly. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and stared out the window.

The thick remnants of sleep clung to me—as did what happened last night. I rubbed my legs together, the soreness between my thighs enough that I grimaced slightly. I felt a stickiness on my skin and remembered Lars’s cum leaking out after he fucked me.

Adrenaline rushed through me as last night replayed in my head, this erotic, kinky, and dangerous movie reel repeating like my very own porno.

I blinked slowly, my body tangled in the warmth of the sheets, and the very idea of getting out and facing the reality of what I’d done—what I did with Lars totally consensually—scared the hell out of me.

But despite the fear of facing the music, so to speak, something was different, unfamiliar… but welcoming. What I did know was I wasn’t in the small room I’d grown up in. I wasn't in the purgatory that had always been my life.

The life I tried running from for as long as I could remember.

I closed my eyes and inhaled. The sheets held the deep and wholly masculine scent that was Lars. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered that I wasn’t in my room—no, not mine, the one he kept me in. I was inhisbedroom.

I shifted carefully, my body reminding me I was his slut last night, first in the forest then in his bed.

And I don’t regret any of that.

My mind was a blur of memories—of Lars chasing me through the woods, of his raw intensity consuming me… and how I needed more of it.

And then he finally caught me, claimed me, and made me his whore. I should’ve been afraid, should've been terrified of every aspect of Lars. And I had been at first. I didn’t know what had changed, but I felt… different.

I should’ve fought harder, but here I was, lying in his bed, and all I could feel was a confusing mix of emotions that all revolved around wanting more of what Lars could give me. A look beside me showed he was asleep, his breathing even.

I sat up and glanced around the room. His bedroom was as I imagined it would be—dark and sparse, rugged yet organized, as if he had to have everything in its rightful place.

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