Page 138 of Bake the Town Red

He stretches it on purpose, the monster. When I finally come, I’m a sobbing mess, trembling and screaming his name. My fangs dig into my bottom lip and I fuck his face. He yanks his thumb out, shoving two fingers into my ass until I come again.

I cry. I scream. I beg for him.

My man.

My family.

Mine.

“We won’t sell your apartment.”

He’s up on his feet, quickly soaping his fingers. Then his lips are everywhere. My lips, my jaw, the curve of my neck. He makes a fist in my hair and tugs so he’ll have access to more of me.

“You move in here. You’ll make a mess of my cock whenever the fuck I tell you to. We’ll break in my kitchen. You’ll make my heart whole again. And I’ll love every minute of it. When you miss the old place…” He bites the tip of my nose, pulling me back to the hot water. “We’ll go visit.”

I nibble on the corner of my lip.

“Noisn’t an answer I’m willing to accept.” Tyler’s cock is still hard. His gaze is harder. Stoney. “You’re not going to live in that place. Your home is here.”

Suspicion is a cruel sentiment. It makes you doubt your loved ones. It ruins the fuzzy feeling in your heart. That’s also what’s kept me alive and out of prison for years. What else will he want to control?

“What’s wrong?” He frowns.

I say nothing.

“I promised you that you won’t get caught, remember?” Tyler brushes a strand of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. “You’ll be safe. Nothing will happen to your routine.”

“That…”Breathe, Dahlia. This is good. It’s weird, yeah, but accept it. Just roll with it.“Sounds great.”

“There’s another issue.” Storm clouds descend on Tyler’s expression.

“What issue?”

The last word is barely out of my mouth before Tyler lifts me up from beneath my thighs and impales me with his cock.

“I wasn’t inside you. And I needed it,” he grunts out, pressing his forehead to mine. “I tried to be patient. Listen to you. Be gentle. Can’t do it anymore. I’m a fucking animal when it comes to you. I have to fuck you and you’re going to let me.”

“Yes.” I dive my fingers into his hair, meeting him in the middle for a kiss. “Please.”

He’s hard and throbbing. Aggressive and violent. Each thrust delivers heat, and lust and love. His biceps bulge as he fucks me against the wall again and again.

“So beautiful, Dahlia. You’re going to be even more beautiful when I put a baby inside you.” Tyler thickens inside me, his girth stretching me. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Every time I’m inside you. You’ll have my babies, understand?”

“Yes,” is all I can say.

My orgasm steals the rest of my words and I hold on to Tyler for dear life. I scratch and mark his scalp, and he gives me his seed. Gives me our babies. He’s not quiet when he comes. His manly groan makes my toes curl.

We’re content after that. Silently happy for long, wonderful minutes. He dries me off with a towel, helps me into one of his heather gray Henleys.

Tyler shakes his head in the somber, sexy way of his when I ask for his boxer briefs. I’m willing to bet he’s never going to wash them.

“You have to catch up on some sleep, little one. I shouldn’t keep you up.” Tyler’s eyebrows knit. We’re in his bedroom, beneath the thick covers in an apartment that’s ours. Another patch to add to our messed-up, perfect quilt of a life. “There’s something I have to tell you first.”

He’s right. I’ve been drowsy.

I’m not anymore. My eyes snap open, my fingers curling possessively around Tyler’s wrist. “Tell me. We’ll handle anything. Together.”

“I like that word.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “Together.”

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