Page 22 of The Heart of Midnight

Picking her up, I slide her down on my cock and press her against the wall, caging her in.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps, clenching around me with a shocked expression.

It makes me chuckle. She’s taken my cock more times than I can count, yet to her, this is the first time. I know things are going to get insanely complicated moving forward for all the reasons I was already afraid of, but right now? I don’t care.

I finally have her.

Fourteen

Avery

The second he slipped inside of me, I immediately pictured Midnight. The build is right, the rock-hard cock is right, the fact that he called me “pretty girl” is right, and yet I still just can’t see it.

Scar is kind, warm, and wide open for me, where Midnight has always felt like a cold, closed door. I can see his eyes and feel how new this is for him, so I try to force myself not to compare him to Midnight regardless of how fucking familiar his gorgeous cock is stretching me. “Scar,” I moan, loving the way he looks when he hears his name on my lips. “Don’t go easy on me.”

I watch for any sign of recognition at the phrase I’ve muttered to Midnight before and swear I see it for a split second. It’s just a brief flash, but... Iswearwe’ve been here before. It’d be so perfect if he was my Midnight — too perfect, and that’s not something that happens to me. Nothing has ever just gone right, love has never fallen into my lap and claimed me the way I’ve dreamed about, the way I’ve longed for.

I’m looking for similarities, desperate to believe I’m the one Scar needs so badly he’d risk everything, and I have to accept that he’s just too nice of a person to take what he needs. It’s taken him this long to even kiss me. “Own me,” I moan, trying to pull myself out of my head and back into the moment, because whether he’s the one who sneaks into my room at night to have me or not, he has me right now. And I have him.

The belt around my neck tightens as I tip my head back and Scar drives himself deeper, licking the skin just above the leather. “I do own you,” he growls. “I always have, and I always will.”

“Fuck yes,” I breathe. “Yours. Yours. Harder.”

“You want harder?” he asks, pulling me off the wall and tossing me back on the bed. “I can do that for you.”

Rough hands flip me over and raise me up on all fours, and I feel him slide in at the same time that he grabs the belt and forces my back to bow. He fucks me like he hates me, like he’s trying to hurt me, and I love every single second of it. It’s everything I need, everything I fucking desire and cements exactly what I already knew. The thing I think I’ve always known.

Heismy Midnight.

No one else has ever fucked me like this, no one could. “Oh god, I... I know.”

“Know what? Who owns this pussy? Say it, baby. Say it.”

He spanks me so hard I can’t say anything at all, but when my blurred vision begins to clear I grunt around my constricted throat and clench the comforter. “Yes.” Though that isn’t what I meant, it’s true. “Pussy is yours.”

Speaking at all is hard with how tight his belt is, but it has my pussy so wet it makes him slip out.

“Fuck.” He flips me over and lifts one of my legs, pinching my clit and sliding back in. This time, he barely pulls out as he thrusts, staring right into my eyes as he keeps me stuffed full.

Memories flash in my mind. One minute it’s Scar standing there, the next he’s wearing all black and a ski mask. It’s the same intense stare, the same low moans, his hands feel the same as they leave bruises on my skin. Midnight, Scar. Midnight, Scar.

Mine, mine.

“Scar!” I come so hard my toes curl as I strangle the hell out of him. “It’s you! It’s always been you.”

He smirks, reaching down to play with my clit. “At least now you know.”

I squirm on his cock from oversensitivity as he drags another two orgasms from me, then Scar drops down to kiss me.

It makes me dizzy.

“Stay with me, pretty girl. Just stay right here with me.”

My whole body feels ridiculously heavy as he continues driving himself into me like he’ll never get enough. “Pretty girl,” I repeat. “Your pretty girl, my Midnight.”

I’m mumbling so badly I don’t know if he understood me, but his rhythm falters. “Your what?” he asks. “What does Midnight mean?”

A dopey grin overtakes my face at his response, because he knows exactly what I mean. It’s so fucking obvious I want to slap myself. “You.” He’s not going to deny it and make me sound crazy, I won’t let him. “Come inside me, Scar. Fill up my pussy and prove it’s yours.”

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