Page 103 of Ink Deep Devotion

“Oh Mila, we are trapped by a contract our fathers signed. You’re mine.”

“But you are not mine. That hardly seems fair.”

“That’s the game of politics. Someone always loses.”

“Sometimes everyone loses.”

I know, little fox.I cup her face tenderly, wishing I had the strength to make love to her slowly tonight. To cherish every second of her hands on me, but then those loving moments would come back to haunt me. Tempt me, perhaps listen to her ideas and consider them.

Her skin is cold under my touch, like fresh snow not yet polluted and stained by the world.“This is all we can be,” I mutter to myself.“But I need you to know that behind these walls or out in the open, you still belong to me. You’re mine.”You claim every thought I have!I grasp her shirt and rip it open; the buttons fly and scatter on the mess on her bedroom floor.

“Dash!” she moans with glee. I see the hope in her eye; she thinks each time we fuck, it’s going to get better, that one day I will rescind my declaration, that I will love her in the light. That I’ll stop fearing one of my enemies killing her.

So much hope and spirit in her hazel eyes.

Your actions will smother it one day.

I know. We’re on a path we can’t sway from. So I’m going to crash and burn with her in my arms.

I pick her up, throw her onto the bed, and then, in one swift move, I slide the leggings off her, knowing that I will not break. She will just learn to crave me like this.

Her legs open for me as a blush flushes her cheeks. She's already succumbed to this twisted fucked up passion. She will take it any way I give it because we both can't exist without one another.

You did this to her!

She did it to me as well. We both fucked each other up.

Our love was once so pure, and now look how fucking depraved it is. We’re both beggars, starved for each other's lips. So we will take anything, no matter the cost of our respect.

I unzip my pants and watch as her eyes follow my every move. When my throbbing cock jerks free, her mouth parts as she licks her lips. I stroke myself, and with each pump, her breath labors, forming a melody that drives me to the edges of insanity, forcing me to jump off the edge and into her arms.

“You’re fucking mine.”

“I know.” She hisses.Good, she’s pissed.

I approach the bed, grab her hips and flip her as I hoist her perfect ass in the air. I rub my palms over her smooth curves, relishing as her body shakes and trembles with a need.

Her tight walls squeeze around me as she moans and murmurs my name. Wet, warm heat is all I feel when I push deep inside her. It’s like slipping into a dream, feeling a new sunrise warm your soul, tasting paradise.

I don’t belong here.

But monsters don’t follow the rules; we break them. We enter dreams and turn them into nightmares, chase the sun until themoon devours it, see paradise and burn it to ashes, take and take until nothing is left.

That’s what I’m doing to Mila. I see it, acknowledge it; she will never survive life in the shadows.

I can’t stop, though.

I wish I could, but I’m happy I can’t.

She turns her head to meet my gaze while her muscles tighten around me.“Dash,” her wide eyes beg me.“I want to see you.”

Fuck! I want to see you too, but I can’t bear it. I can’t stand to see what we have become and how I failed you… how you betrayed me.

Sometimes, I still think about her and Dom. How she told me fucking him hurt, but she used that pain to numb a more painful ache. She never learned how to survive with her pain, always chasing something to numb or control her emotions.

Sure, art fixed most of it, but Mila needed a human touch, and without me, she turned to Dom, a man who almost killed her.

I shake my head.“No,” I reach around, my fingers glide between her slick folds. I find her clit and begin to massage it, making slow, agonizing circles. Her argument dies, as her need to come overtakes her desire to try to make me voice my love for her.

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