Page 96 of Bake the Town Red

“This is what I want.” The knife lifts from my pussy. His body sheathes mine. He brackets my face, never letting go of my weapon. “I wanted to break in here. Wanted to be a violent fuck with you. I can’t be the man you remembered. I can’t and don’t want to be anything else but this.”

Over the last two nights, he’s been brutal. Tenacious. Fucked me in his home like we were Morticia and Gomez Addams. Nothing like this, though.

And I don’t hate it all.

“Don’t care about what side of you I get. What about loving me?” The question is pathetic. The way I’m grunting it, like some angry, indignant beast, isn’t. “You have to want that too.”

“I want to own you.” A new emotion flashes behind his brown, determined eyes.

I shouldn’t be hurt that he doesn’t say what I asked him to. I am. “That’s not love, asshole.”

“The mouth on you.” He pushes my cheek. Mashes my head to the side. “You’re going to get in trouble for that.”

“Fuck you.”

My eyes are forced to look at the knife he holds down while his lips and teeth lash at my throat. On my tattoo and the scars.

I love his cock filling me. Love his hand hurting my face.

And I hate that his lips are there. Where I’m scarred. Where Al left his mark on me. I didn’t hate it before. I do now, when he’s on top of me, pretending he doesn’t love me.

I curl my hands into fists, punching his wall of a chest. It’s a tight fit. Less than a couple of inches separate us. But I won’t let him do this to me. Won’t accept his lies.

“No, little savage.” Tyler sinks his teeth into my flesh. Sucks on it, then digs his teeth deeper. “Fuck you. Like I’m doing right the fuck now.”

“Stop biting me there.”

I’m about to come, his dirty words and harsh strokes pushing me there.

But his attention to my scars keeps infuriating me. Fucking offending me.

“Stop kissing me there.”

“I can’t destroy these damn things.” His teeth and mouth torment me with each sentence coming out of his mouth. “I can’t punish the man who did this to you. So I have to do this. Claim them. Leave my own mark on you.”

My humiliation disappears as if it’s never been there. His possessiveness is Tylenol for my never-ending flu. All the bad, hurtful things fall apart. There’s nothing in my body but lust and adoration and love. All the love.

My fists become claws on his chest. My pussy clenches and then my orgasm hits me so hard that I scream. I beg for him, clench for him. Say his name like my life depends on it.

“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on my skin harder.

“I love—” I start.

This time when Tyler growls, the sound reverberates in his chest. He pulls out of me at a terrifying speed that leaves me empty and lonely and pissed off.

“Don’t you dare leave.” My growl is louder than his.

“I thought I told you something. Just a few fucking minutes ago.”

Though I fight and kick, my strength is no match to his. It’s easy for me to take on a man twice my size—and I do—but these men aren’t the men I crave.

“You don’t get to decide anything tonight.”

Tyler flips me on my stomach. One hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me to the bed. The other is nowhere until it lands on my ass three times.

I’m a moaning and screaming mess. I’m loud and I sound as if I’m in pain. Not like the neighbors would do anythingabout it. That’s why Tyler doesn’t shut me up. That’s why he connects his hand to my ass another five times.

“Who owns you?”Slap. “Say my name so every motherfucker in this building knows.”

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