Page 116 of Bake the Town Red

The shock on her face, though, that’s what does me in.

“Relax your throat,” I grunt out when I come. “Swallow, little savage.”

My orgasm shoots deep inside her. I’m as aggressive as I’ll ever be, holding her in place. But there’s so much of it that some leaks out of her mouth.

Even when she coughs on my cock. Even when her nails drag down my abdomen as she wordlessly pleads with me to let her breathe. I don’t ease up until I’m spent and done.

A smile curls her swollen, abused lips up. “That was—”

“Come here.” I haul her to me by her arms. Hug her tight to my body.

Her gaze starts wandering lower.

“Stay still.”

Her eyes are hungry and questioning. “I want to look.”

“You’ll see what I did to your breast when I allow it.” I push two fingers into her mouth, gathering whatever’s left of my cum.

“You’re testing me.” She gives me a tiny smirk.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

Her skin is smooth, and I groan as I trail my fingers to her tits. Then I’m there, fingertips pressing to the top of her breast, and she grimaces. It has to sting.

“Keep those eyes on me. Let me own you.” I rub my cum into her body, relentless and rough. “That’s it. Good girl, Dahlia.”

Her hot cheek melts into my palm. I drag her mouth to mine, dipping my lips to hers at the same time for a kiss. She tastes like me and of butterscotch and chocolate, and I lick her tongue, her lips, her teeth. I make these tastes mine.

Mine.

“I love you.” Her hands are on my throat. Her fingers are sticky with my dried blood. “You drugged me and I love you even more. How’d that happen?”

We belong together. That’s all there is to it. We belong together.

“Let me show you.” One final playful tug on her hair, and I’m out of bed with her in my arms.

Her teeth nibble on my shoulder on our way to the bathroom. She’s not done branding me, her lips closing on the wounded spot. She sucks my skin. Brands me almost like I branded her.

She has no idea.

“What’s this?” I look at her, my tone teasing. She flutters her lashes, still sucking. My cock is hard all over again. “That’s your way of asking to get fucked again, little savage?”

In the bathroom, I put her down then yank on her hair. For no other reason than because I get off on that.

“Maybe.” Her eyes are fixed to mine. She’s being obedient, waiting for me to tell her it’s okay to check out her new tattoo. She’s being deviant too, giving me what I need. Her hand curls around my thickening cock, and she strokes me. “Can we?”

If I ever lose her, I’ll die. It’ll be the end of me. Better yet, I’ll jump headfirst into the depths of hell after her. I’ll sell my soul to the devil if it gets down to that.

My fingers bite into her chin. I’m anything but subtle when I tip her head up, slanting my lips on hers. I kiss her. Devour her. Let my tongue run along the tips of her sharp teeth.

“Your pretty pussy will stretch for Daddy.” We’re breathing hard by the time I pull back. “It’s a fucking promise. Later.”

Her shoulders tense as soon as I grab them. Her lips pinch. “Why later?”

“I promised you to see, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” Then, “Ty, I’ve been thinking. Did you walk away because of Ian? Because you hated me for saving him?”

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