Page 142 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

I gripped her hair harder. Her eyes widened and I growled in her face. “Let me clarify what I want from you. I want you totell mewho you belong to. Use my name... and mean it.”

She was still fighting. She tried, but she was resisting. “I... I belong to Reuben Weston.”

I slapped her in the face. She gasped and looked at me in shock.

“I told you to mean it.”

Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared again. “I belong to Reuben Weston.” She tried again, her voice firmer. Less hesitation.

She was still scared. So fucking scared to belong to someone because God forbid they hurt her again. My chest ached and my stomach burned at the knowledge of how many people had hurt her.

Another slap in the face, and she cried out. I took her chin and forced her to look at me. Tears ran down her face. “Stop fighting me!” I released her hair and held her face in both of my hands firmly. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. I’m going to keep you safe. Now say it again andbelieve it.”

She stared at me for a long time. Her eyes shifted between mine, back and forth, as if watching me for a sign of weakness. Looking for me to quit on her. To give up. Her final battle. I kept her gaze.Don’t quit on me. I won’t quit on you, don’t quit on me.

Her eyes softened and filled with tears. In nothing more than a whisper, she said it again, like she was surrendering to the truth. “I belong to Reuben Weston.”

I smiled. My heart felt like it was going to explode.Thatwas what I wanted. I pulled her up and dragged her into my lap, her legs falling on either side of mine, holding her hips and pulling her flush against me.

“Good. Say it again.”

She said it as if she didn’t quite believe it. Like it was something she had just realized. “I belong to Reuben Weston.”

“That’s right, beautiful girl.” I caught her tears on my thumb. “One more time.”

This time, as she said it, she smiled. “I belong to Reuben Weston.”

“Don’t you ever fucking forget it.” Then I buried my hands in her hair, dragged her closer against me, and kissed her.

Her mouth was like velvet, hot and wet, and sweeter than candy. She melted against me and attempted to kiss me back, but I wasn’t having any of that. I bit her lip and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Fusing our mouths together, I sucked the air from her lungs and felt her melt, groaning into my mouth. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my lap, her wet cunt soaking through my pants. Letting one hand go from her hair, I wrapped my hand around her throat, not squeezing, just holding her there.

She shuddered against me, and I drew back just in time to watch her eyes roll back slightly, a deep satisfied moan escaping her mouth. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, and I leaned forward and bit her neck, sinking my teeth into that delicate spot right below her ear. Another shaky moan escaped her lips, the sound going straight to my cock.

Fucking hell, this girl had way too much power over me.

I drew back and stared at her, breathing hard, trying to keep my head on straight. I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and take her up to my bedroom and make her mine in the biblical way, but that was off the table for now. Instead, I held her still while she subconsciously rocked her hips against my leg, desperate for stimulation from that cute little clit poking out in need of attention. At the sight of how desperately she wanted release, I felt myself building. Her need was my oxygen.

I held onto her as she rocked herself into me, holding still and refusing to give her the touch she craved. When she finally submitted to the fact that she wasn’t getting off, her head fell forward, and she rested her forehead against my shoulder. I could smell her cum and her sweat, and it made my mouth water. Slowly, she dragged her head up and looked at me, smiling softly.

“You don’t hate me, right? Sir?” she whispered.

“Don’t be ridiculous. How could I hate my favorite toy?”

“Just checking.” Then she laid her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes.

Looking up from where she lay against me, I could see our reflections in the cabinet in the dining room. On her back, red marks from my fingernails glowed in the darkness.

It was going to be a long road of carefully leading her day by day if I wasn’t going to scare her. But I knew I could do it. And I knew she would be worth it.

Because she wasmine.

After so long. My girl, on my lap, beautiful, desperate, tied up and dripping.All. Fucking. Mine.

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