Page 13 of You're Mine Now

“Don’t be ashamed,” he breathed. “I wanted you then, and I want you now. Do you have any idea what it’s like to have someone stuck in your head for nine years? Do you know what that does to a person?”

He growled, sliding his hand up my spine, curling around the back of my neck, pulling me close. His voice dropped, barely a whisper against my ear.

“It drove me fucking insane. That’s why I ended up in prison.”

I gasped, his hand still firm around my neck, thumb grazing my pulse. My heart pounded, caught between fear and something I couldn’t fully understand. I was immobilized, my mind racing with everything I should do, but my body rooted in place, drawn to the thrill of his presence.

“What… what do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. “We’re not getting into that now. Just know that from this moment on, you’re mine.” His eyes glinted with intent. “And tonight, I’m not going easy on you. You’re going to make up for teasing me. I fucking own you.”

I felt my heart rate quicken. As much as I hated to admit it, I was attracted to him. His rough dominance even turned me on more. My mind flickered back to the letters, all the filthy things he’d promised to do to me, and my body began to tremble.

“No,” I said, finding my voice. “You don’t own me. I’m not just going to… to give in to you.”

He chuckled slowly. “So cute that you think you have a choice.”

My heart raced as fear began to well up inside me. Could I make a run for it? My eyes darted to the door, but I remembered he’d dead bolted it shut.

Dammit.

That would take extra time, and there was no way he wouldn’t catch me.

“Are you going to run?” he teased, his smile deepening. “I dare you.”

I breathed hard. I had to play along for now. Maybe I could slip away once he let his guard down. I would have to gather my clothes first.

“Fine,” I said quietly. “What do you want?”

He watched me with an intensity that made my pulse race, something dark and unreadable flickering in his eyes.

“You’re learning fast,” he said, his voice rough, as though the words had been dragged from somewhere deep inside him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled his shirt off, the fabric clinging to his powerful body—before it was discarded with a fluid, almost careless motion. My breath caught as my eyes followed the deep V of his abs, dipping into his shorts.

He caught my stare, and a slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The space between us seemed to shrink, the air heavy with unspoken tension, every breath charged with heat. His voice dropped lower, a gravelly growl that rumbled through the air, sinking into my skin like a forbidden touch.

“You’re going to start by crawling over here, putting that sweet mouth on my cock, taking all of me.”

I swallowed hard, fear flashing through me. But beneath the fear, my pussy throbbed at his words. A thought clawed its way into my mind, something I couldn’t ignore.

“Are you… clean?” I asked, my voice careful.

He growled, his patience thinning.

“Of course I am. I haven’t been with anyone in five fucking years.”

Relief coursed through me, though his admission made my chest tighten. Five years behind bars. All that time, he’d been waiting—pining—for me.

“And you?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion. His sneer deepened as he added, “You fucking that Ryan guy?”

My cheeks burned as I shook my head, shame creeping into my voice. “No,” I whispered, barely able to get the word out. “We were… taking it slow.”

“How romantic,” he drawled, his words dripping with mockery. “Don’t expect me to take it slow.”

I bit my lip, frozen under his piercing gaze, unsure what to do next. His expression shifted slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes as a new thought seemed to cross his mind.

“You’re not still… a virgin, are you?” His voice softened, though his shock was palpable. “I didn’t think you’d wait for me. Not for that long.”

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