Page 83 of Oblivion

As proposals go, it’s not exactly poetic, but then neither is Evan. I could fight him, fight this, but what would be the point? Since the moment I woke up with his name on a chain on my ankle, I think deep down I’ve known it was always going to end like this. I want him, there’s no denying that, and I agreed to marry him this afternoon. But this…the way he’s telling meexactly what he’s going to do, even as he pretends that I have a choice, is oddly perfect.

I nod, but his eyes narrow. “Tell me,” he orders.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll be yours.”

Rising from the ground like a predator ready to strike, he reaches for my hand and slides the ring onto my finger. For the first time since he sunk to the ground, I let my eyes move from him to the ring. Unlike the classy but impersonal diamond Drew gave me, the ring on my finger now is perfectly Evan. The stone is a rich, deep emerald surrounded by diamonds. It’s classic yet different and so utterly perfect. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at it on my finger.

“I knew it was meant for you the moment I saw it,” he says, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my finger over the ring.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper breathlessly.

“You’re beautiful and all mine.”

Lifting my gaze to meet his, I move like a moth to a flame, closing the inches between us until we’re pressed together. His fingertip slips beneath my chin, lifting my face until I’m the perfect height for him to kiss me. Our lips meet, and I melt into his touch, allowing him to move me and position me where he wants. I give myself over to him, submitting to his will, because in this moment, anything he wants is exactly what I want too.

We kiss until my lips feel swollen and my thighs are slippery with my own arousal. “Evan,” I gasp as he nips from my ear to my shoulder, leaving stinging marks that only heighten my need. “Please.”

“I need you inourbed. The first time I fuck you wearing my ring, I need it to be inourbed,” he growls, lifting me off my feet and marching into the house with me in his arms. I don’t get a chance to take in the bedroom or the wall of windows that I’m sure has gorgeous sea views. Because the moment he lowers me to my feet, he’s stripping me of my clothes and the gold bralette.

Inhaling sharply, he steps back the moment I’m completely naked, his chest heaving as his hungry eyes run over me, taking their fill. Slowly undressing, his eyes never leave me, like he’s worried I’ll disappear if he blinks.

“Look at you,” he purrs, pushing his pants down to reveal his hard, leaking cock.

My mouth waters, but neither of us are interested in foreplay right now. Later I’ll suck his dick and toy with his balls. I’ll bring him to the edge and torture him the way he always seems to torture me. But right now, both of our needs are too close to the surface, too animalistic to be able to show patience.

Something crackles between us, and Evan launches at me, lifting me off my feet and throwing me on the bed as his dick finds my entrance and fills me in one brutal thrust. I’m sore, but I enjoy the pain and stretch as my body adjusts to his girth. His dick isn’t scary long, but it’s deliciously thick, and even though I’m more than wet enough to take him, I like that it still hurts every time he plunges inside of me.

Instead of rutting into me until I’m a screaming, crying mess, he keeps his hips pressed against mine, filling me to my limit but not moving while he stares down at me.

“I love you, Sammy. I love your fire. I love your innocent fight and your filthy needs. I love every single thing about you, and I’ll love you for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you too,” I admit, tasting how right the words feel on my tongue. “I think I always have.”

“I know,” he says cockily. “I can feel how much you love me when your tight little cunt clamps down on my cock desperately trying to milk my cum from my balls.”

A silent gasp falls from my lips, and when Evan sees, a cruel smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I see what you need, Wild One. You need to get claimed, don’t you? You need me to fuck you until you know exactly who owns you. You need me tofuck you, and fill you, and breed you, so no one but me will ever want you again. We’re not like other people, are we, Sammy? We don’t want easy, sweet love. We want it to hurt. You don’t want me to be nice. You want to be forced, don’t you?”

A needy whimper burbles from my throat as he pulls back his hips and thrusts forward, impaling me on his thickness.

“Don’t worry, Wild One, I won’t go easy on you. I’ll make you take my cock, over and over until you’re a screaming mess, until your cunt grips my dick so hard that I fill you with my cum.”

He fucks me hard and deep as he talks, verbalizing all the filthy fantasies I’ve had about him over the last year while he hid behind his guilt.

“I’m going to use this pussy until it’s molded to the shape of my cock, made only for me, and when you beg me to stop, I’ll pump you full of my cum and put my baby in your womb. You want that, don’t you, Sammy? You want me to breed you so you can never get away from me. You want me to fuck you over and over, until you’re so well bred every man in a ten-mile radius will smell my ownership all over you.”

Moaning, low and hard, I grab for his hair, needing to hold onto something while he slams into my body, using it for his pleasure.

“Your cunt is so desperate for my cum, isn’t it?”

I can feel my orgasm building with every word that falls from his lips, but I can’t quite get there.

“Answer me, Sammy. Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” I cry.

“I can feel it, Wild One. I can feel how desperately your cunt wants to be fucked and bred. I can feel how desperately you want me to put my baby in your belly.”

“Oh god, yes, Evan. Fuck me. Breed me. Put your baby in me. Own me,” I yell, as I tip over the edge and scream out my orgasm, my entire body trembling as I come.

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