Page 30 of Burn It Down
“Yeah. So, what? Seems like everyone wants your cock. You gave it too; to everyone but me for so fucking long. How does it feel to know someone else wants me? That I maybe want them?” I didn’t. I really, really didn’t, but I wanted him to hurt too.
“You want him too, Sweetheart,” Finn stilled, pressing me against the door and yanking my leggings down, “Too fucking bad. You belong to me. Remember? You don’t come for someone else. Your pussy is mine, I got the only key.” Before I could protest--not that I wanted to--he slammed into me.
“Oh, God.” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his hair, tearing it from the bun Bree had seemed to like.
“Mine. This sweet pussy is mine. I got the only key, Sweetheart.” My head fell back against the door, thudding with the force of his thrusts.
Finn watched me, wrapping his huge hand around my throat and closing it tight. I liked when he took control of me; that particular move always got me hot. His hand could snap my neck. I knew he would never hurt me, but the danger of what he could do burned through my veins.
Finn’s other arm braced behind my back and forced me to arch forward, his mouth ravishing my aching nipples. Sucking and biting and swirling his tongue around them. I felt like I was on fire, and only he could contain it.
Felt ironically poetic. I didn’t want Jordan, I really didn’t I just wanted Finn to know the doubt I had. Especially after seeing that mess between Bree and him.What the fuck was that, exactly?
I knew I had questions I didn’t want to have to ask her. I thought maybe he was right. Maybe she was no kind of friend. Bree knew I had been in love with Finn half my life. Why even consider flirting with him, much less right in front of me?
“You’re my woman, Sweetheart. You’d have to cut you out of my bones and let me bleed you out before I’ll let you go. I fucking won’t.” That’s what it felt like; as if Finn was as much a part of me as the heart that beat in my chest, the blood that rushed through my veins.
I screamed his name when his thrusts turned savage, his cock hitting my clit just right. Every. Single. Time.
Finn watched me, something lighting in his eyes as I shuddered and splintered around him. Then, he followed, growling his release and murmuring one word over and over.Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.
Without another word spoken, he carried me to the shower and washed us both off. Finn ordered food and fed me while I lay at his lap, both of us laughing at reruns of Charles in Charge.
I didn’t know what we were anymore, but I knew one thing. I didn’t need fancy restaurants or rides around the loop. Didn’t need to discuss art and books. I needed this man, who held me like he never wanted to let me go. Who fucked me like my pleasure was his lifeline.
It was still early when Finn got called away, but he carried me to bed and kissed me until we couldn’t breathe. Then he promised to come back as soon as he could. There was darkness in his eyes though, and I wondered why he was lying. We both knew he wasn’t coming back.
Not tonight.
My slutty friend and her flirtations and my own foolish insecurities made sure of that. Finn knew he held the key to parts of me no one else would ever have. Didn’t mean he thought he held them all.
Finn might want me to lock my lady bits up. Felt like maybe he wasn’t so sure he held the key to all the important parts, though. Finn seemed to decide without asking he was going to let me see if someone else could open them up.
My heart. My Mind. Could someone else have the key to those parts of me?
