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Nails raking across my abs.
Back to flogging the other thigh.
Precum pooled.
My cock repeatedly twitched as she started scratching in her name on a new area of my stomach.
My entire body hummed and begged for something.Anything. Tauren seemed to know that as she took her time teasing and kissing over the throbbing, heated flesh.
“Fuck. Baby, please. God, I need you. Come up here. I want to taste you.”
“Who am I?”
The cuffs clanked as I fought against the restraint. The moment I lifted my leg to try to draw her closer, she let the flogger connect.
“Who am I?”
“My girlfriend. My lover. My future.”
“And who are you?”
I bit against my bottom lip, lifting my foot once again towards the edge where she sat. The fire had me cursing.
“I’m your boyfriend. Your protector.” A smile tugged back my lips. “Your stalker. Your killer, if I need to be.”
Tauren’s lids narrowed, and she laid down the flogger, slowly crawling up the bed.
“Repeat that.”
“I bet you’re so wet. Let me taste. Touch yourself and let me see.”
“Reid—”
I melted into the mattress. A big part of myself said to shut the fuck up, but I wasn’t so sure I should. Worst case scenario, Tauren came to her senses and backtracked on her feelings. It was too late for that. I knew of her love. Besides, it wasn’t as if she’d escape me. Even if she left, I’d find her. I was never letting her go.
“I said, I’m your boyfriend. Your protector. Your stalker, and your killer.”
“Stalker? Have… you been following me around?”
“You seem surprised. You shouldn’t be. Think about it, baby. Haven’t I always?”
I expected to see anger or uncertainty like in the past. I saw nothing but need. I saw awe. Intrigue.
“I never stopped following you, and I never will. When I say you’re mine, I’m not feeding you empty words, Tauren. My claim is bone deep. It’s as reliable as a bullet. You can fear my devotion, but you can’t outrun it. So… who am I? I’m the man who will hunt you for the rest of your life… and the one you will always let catch you.”
CHAPTER 22
TAUREN
It was a surrender.An inner concession. A release from a part of my past I used to not be able to stomach.
Finally…acceptance.
Nancy would be proud. My true healing was only just beginning. Maybe it wasn’t the safest or most traditional path to take to claim my power, but it sure felt like it was the best choice for me and Reid. I had him—he had me. We were together, enacting roles that gave us control in a way we hadn’t had the chance of finding before.
With me making the marks, I wasn’t just putting the proof of my vows on Reid. I was making myself an equal in this twisted new world I’d created for him. I knew his darkest secrets, and I wasn’t allowing him to use them against me. I was facing them head on. He had to know where I stood. In truth, it was where we were both the safest.
“I think I like you like this.” I pushed Reid’s legs wideras I settled between them. Lowering, I pressed my lips to his abdomen, feeling his cock jerk against my breast.
