Page 20 of Dove

Me.

My fingertips traced her delicate skin. I was still angry she refused to let go. Refused to remember what we had. What we were. What she was to me.

“You can’t force me.” She grumbled.

I placed a finger under her chin, tipping her face to look at me. Her wintery eyes were tired. There was no anger. No fight. Just exhaustion. A twinge tugged on my chest. Maybe I was pushing her too hard. But I’d given her much worse, and she’d taken it. Beautifully.

“I’m not forcing you,mia amata.I’m doing the exact opposite. If you don’t tell me you want this then I’m not going to fuck you.” I brushed my lips against hers. It was a whisper of a kiss. “As much as I want to sink deep inside you. As much as I’m dying to feel you come on my cock. To…” I cleared my throat, trying to will myself to open up to her. “Connect with you. I won’t do it unless you ask for it.”

Her eyes sparked with anger. “You’ll just push me to an orgasm and then leave me frustrated. You’ll make me touch myself while you hurt me. You’ll coat me in your cum. How is that better?”

“I’ll do whatever I have to until you realize you want this. If I have to withhold orgasms, I will. If I have to cover you in my cum every day so you remember who you belong to, I will. And we both know you want the pain. You can’t deny how your pussy squeezed when I hit you.”

I cupped the back of her head, pressing her cheek to my beating heart. Trying without words to express what I felt for her. Feelings I barely understood. The fear of losing her. The bone-deep knowledge that she was meant for me. How could she not know it? Not feel it. I felt it everywhere. I knew in my cells she was meant to be mine. “I don’t know what happened, but I lost you. I’ll do anything to get you back because you were made for me.”

Kincaid sniffled and shook her head slightly. “You might as well just force me.”

I tensed beneath her, and she shoved at me again. I snapped. I could almost hear the demon opening his cage. She was fucking mine damn it.

Why didn’t she see it? I wanted her to be obsessed. To crave me the same way I craved her. I wanted her every thought. Her entire being. Her whole world, to be focused on me. Because that’s how I felt about her.

It was sick and twisted. Depraved. It was who I was. I wasn’t ever going to love gently. Conventionally. Or partly. I was consumed by her. By how I felt for her. This was my version of love. And I needed her to understand. To feel the same.

I flipped our bodies until she was pinned beneath me. My hands closed around her wrists as I shoved them above her head. I pressed our hips together, holding her in place without crushing her. The darkness inside me spread, whispered into my subconscious. Telling me to wrap my fingers around her throat. But I didn’t trust myself not to end it.

Her.

Us.

“Is that what you want?” I growled as I thrust into her. Our slick naked bodies moved easily against each other. My semi-hard cock rubbed into her sensitive clit. Kincaid let out a shaky breath as she closed her eyes.

“Look at me.” Her eyes snapped open at the anger in my tone. “You want me to take it from you? That way I can be the villain. You can pretend you had no choice. You can act like you hate me. That you don’t want me to touch you.”

I leaned forward, pressing the entire length of our bodies together. Her full tits smashed against my chest. Her hard nipples rubbed along my skin. I could feel the heavy rise and fall of her breaths. “While the whole time your pussy will welcome me. Your cunt will cover my cock in your wetness. You’ll come all over me. Squeeze my cock so tight I’ll barely be able to move. You’ll tell me to stop while in your head, you’ll scream my name. Is that what you want? You want me to take away your choice?”

Her cheeks blushed, and her throat worked as she swallowed loudly. She liked the idea. And another time, I might be open to exploring this kink with her. Maybe we had been the whole time. But I wouldn’t let her hide behind it now. I needed to know she wanted this.

I rolled off her, tucking her into my side. “I’m not going to do it. Contrary to what you might think about me, I’ve never once forced a woman.”

“You’ll just pay them.”

I tried to hide my smile at her sassy response. “Only you, my little dove.”

There was a heavy silence that fell between us. I didn’t try to break it. I let her sit in her thoughts and process everything.

“Why?” She asked again. And this time, I knew what she was really asking. Why her.

“It just… is. The same way the sky is blue or the moon rises in the east; you’re mine.”

She fell silent again. But I was attuned to her body. I felt the small imperceptible signs as she relaxed against me. Her heartbeat slowed. Her eyes closed.

I stroked my fingers through the long strands of her hair, massaging her scalp each time I reached the top again. I rubbed small soothing circles into her hip until her breathing evened, letting me know she’d fallen asleep.

I stayed awake for a long time afterward, holding her close to me. I felt like I was losing something I’d only just found. She was the light in my life. She kept the demon at bay. I felt calm around her, like she made me sane. Well, as sane as I could be.

She was all the good parts of me. And her depravity matched my own. It kept me from turning that part of myself onto someone else. She could take it. And as much as she denied it, she actually wanted it. I could give her everything she wanted.

She wouldn’t have to worry about how she would feed herself or pay her bills. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. She would be loved. A twisted love, but love. I would worship her. I’d show her that living was better than all the dark thoughts that consumed her mind. That told her death was the right choice.

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