Page 74 of Bake the Town Red

“Rape?” A smirk teases my lips. “You just said you loved me.”

“Say it back or I’ll scream rape.”

My hands are on her thighs. The scent of her arousal is stronger than the hint of chocolate and blood. I’m high on it. High on the red mark I left on her breast. On looking at her spread out and welcoming and mine.

“I’ll tell you what, little savage.”

I move up her body. My cock rests between her pussy lips. My hands shackle her wrists, pinning her arms over her head. Our mouths almost touch.

“You—”

She flings her head up to bite my nose. I twist my head at the last second, then use my free hand to force her feisty lips open and her head back to the bed.

“First, this mouth needs to be punished.”

“Fuck your punishments and—” she says awkwardly with her bottom lip pulled down. “Fuck you.”

“Don’t swallow until I tell you to.” I spit into her mouth, pushing her lips closed. “Just listen. Just fucking listen.”

Her blue eyes are icicles she wishes she could stab me with. The rest of her body is hotter than hell. The proverbial flames lick my skin.

It’s more intoxicating than sugar.

More addictive than slipping into her apartment at night and painting her tits with my cum.

“I couldn’t stay away after I had you. That night in your shop.” At my words, her face softens. I roll my hips in a harsh, punishing rhythm, reminding her she shouldn’t feel safe around me. “I can’t pinpoint what it was. Can’t even tell you how I found myself here tonight. But I’m here. I’m here. For one night, for one goddamn night, I need to be with you like nothing’s ever happened to us. Like we’re normal fucking people. I can’t promise I’ll be normal tomorrow. I want to give you forever, Dahlia. More than anything. But the anxiety. Fuck, I’m tryingso fucking hard.”

My confession angers her. She resumes her fight, wriggling and growling with my saliva still in her mouth. Doing everything in her power to push me off.

All it does is turn me on even more. I line my cock to her pussy, my muscles straining. My heart stops.

“Just the tip,” I tell myself more to myself than her. Reminding myself I have more things to say before I go all the way in. “Just the tip, little savage, before you give me your consent.”

Fuck, I love how flushed her face is. Fury and need look so fucking pretty on this virgin’s cheeks.

“I need to fuck you. Be with you. I’ll die without you,” I hiss. “But I won’t rape you. So, here’s what we’re going to do. You swallow my saliva, I stay. I’ll bury myself inside you. I won’t be gentle or kind, and I’ll have you any way I need you. You don’t swallow and I’m gone. Just like that. Know that if you choose the first option, you’ll have to accept that my mind is fucked. That I can’t make you any promises. That it could take me a while to be here with you, physically, all day every day. This—asking for your consent—that’s the best I can offer now.”

I don’t tell her that I’ll stalk her until the day she dies. That I’ll protect her from a distance. Put myself between her and anything that could threaten her.

This part of me won’t ever change.

I don’t admit to things I have a hard time admitting to myself. Like the fact I drove a knife into a man’s heart. More than one man. That I’d do it to anyone who so much as asked for her number.

No one’s dating her. She’ll be mine forever.

We’ll meet in hell one day. Maybe the fire and brimstone will disintegrate our pasts and I could be one with her again.

Maybe it’ll happen tomorrow.

Maybe in a million years.

Until then, I’m here. At this moment. With her.

For what seems like forever, her cheeks remain puffed. Her lips pinched together. Eyes resolute and furious.

I’m about to get up when her throat bobs. Her cheeks deflate.

“Ahh.” She sticks her tongue out. There’s a sharp pain from her heels digging into my ass. “I’m still angry with you, though.”

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