Page 17 of Dove

But then she’d touched me. Begged me not to. And like always, her touch soothed whatever monster lived deep inside.

But not enough. I was afraid if I touched her, then I’d kill her. Because I lied. I was never letting her go. She was mine.

As I crept across the room, I saw the imperceptible flinch in her shoulders. My hand barely touched her as I made my way up to the corner of the covers. With a slowness that was physically painful, I drew them down her body. I groaned as I revealed her porcelain skin. She wore one of my t-shirts; the oversized fit made her seem even more fragile.

From the beginning, the darkness inside me had been drawn to her fragileness. Then I’d discovered her body might be fragile, but her personality was defiant. She couldn’t have been more perfect for someone who liked to administer pain. Her body bled beautifully. Broke perfectly as she fought.

The shirt had ridden up enough to show me the swell of her ass cheeks encased in red lace. Her legs were bare and smooth beneath my fingertips. I skimmed up and down her thighs, committing the feeling of her silky skin to my memory.

Everything she was felt like it was burned into me. I’d never be able to forget how she felt beneath my hands. The way she looked when I hurt her. The sounds she made when she came from my pain.

She could say she didn’t want this. Me. But her actions and body told a different story. My fingers pushed under the edge of her panties. The lace scraped my knuckles as I massaged her plump cheeks. She’d worn these for me. She could pretend otherwise, but deep down she craved me as much as I craved her.

Kincaid continued to fain sleep as I traced the seam of her ass with my fingertip. She clenched around me as I traced that tight hole that was made to take my cock. She acted like she wasn’t going to let me in. I smiled, knowing she would. One day she would. I’d have all of her like she had all of me.

My hand skimmed down her porcelain skin until I reached her ankle. I held for a beat. Two. Let her relax, thinking she’d won, and I would leave.

I curled my fingers around her foot and yanked her down the mattress as I dropped to my knees on the floor. Kincaid yelped as I maneuvered her body, flipping her over until my face was inches from her perfect pussy. I brought her ankle to my shoulder as I leaned forward. Pressing my nose to her red lace panties, I inhaled the scent of her arousal.

“Maddox.” She tried to scold, but it came out a moan as I sucked her clit through the fabric. Her fingers came to my head. Twisting in my hair as I flicked my tongue on the swollen bud. She was ready for me. Already wet and begging from the simple touches I’d given her.

“That’s right, my little dove, say my name.” I growled as I ripped the panties from her body with my teeth. The sound of the fabric tearing was lost among my groans as I stared at her cunt. At the place I belonged. Right here between her thighs… for the rest of my life.

Kincaid stilled beneath me. Her hands dropped from my head to the mattress. My eyes flicked up to see she’d turned away. Her face was buried in the covers. She was shutting down. Shutting me out. Trying to put a wall between us.

No fucking way was I letting that happen. I’d thought I lost her once. I wasn’t going to lose her again. Especially not when she was here, in my bed. In my arms. Under my tongue.

“You going to pretend to be shy now?” I chuckled as I took a slow lick through her pussy. I groaned as the taste of her came back to my memories. Heat coiled in my balls as my body readied to be touched by her. “Pretend you don’t want me to lick this sweet pussy until you come on my tongue? Or would you rather I fill you with my cock? Is that what you want, my little slut, to fall apart as I fuck this perfect tight cunt?”

“No.” She whispered, even as I watched her squirm and clench at my words.

Anger simmered low in my veins as she lied to me. Thankfully I’d burned off enough to keep the slap on her thighs a sting instead of a hit. Her skin pinked as I slapped her inner thigh again. Kincaid jerked as she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” I ground my teeth together. “You think I can’t read you? I know every inch of this body. Every sound you make. Every tremor. Every shiver. I know exactly what you want. What will make you scream in pain. In pleasure. I know how to make you come. How to make you beg. So stop fucking pretending you don’t want it.”

“I don’t.” She whimpered as she tried to wiggle away from me.

My hand clamped down on her thigh, putting it back on the bed as I reached for her. I grabbed Kincaid by the throat, lifting her to a sitting position. I let go long enough to rip my shirt from her body and over her head before tossing it aside.

She could’ve worn anything. She had clothes here. I’d bought her silky negligees and comfortable pajamas. But she’d chosen to announce herself as mine by wearing my clothes. Now she wanted to deny it.

She was so small even though I was kneeling; we were face to face. I stared deep into her gray eyes. Her eyes had drawn me in from that first moment. When she’d walked into my life, and made me question who I was. I squeezed her neck lightly as I intertwined the fingers of our other hands. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow under the moonlight coming in through the windows.

She was so goddamn beautiful; I ached to be inside her. To claim her again. To show her that she was mine. She was mine to worship or torture.

I wanted to touch her like she’d been made for me. Like I’d been born to give her pleasure and pain. Because I was.

I brought our joined hands to her stomach. With my finger controlling hers, I traced small circles into her flesh. Her wintery gray eyes flicked between mine as she tried to figure out what I was doing. Our hands traced up her body until her full breast filled her palm.

I groaned, dying to feel those peaked nipples on my skin, but I couldn’t with her hand trapped between us. I maneuvered her hand until she was plucking her rosy nipples. Kincaid tried to drop her head back as she sucked in a breath, but I squeezed her neck, forcing her to watch as I made her touch herself.

“Watch.” My lips brushed hers as I spoke. “Feel how much you want to be touched.” I pushed until her fingers pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out. I swallowed the sound as it brushed across my lips. “How much you crave the pain.”

She shook her head slightly as if to deny it. I dropped my hold on her neck to slap her inner thigh again. Her fingers instinctively tensed on her nipple, pulling tighter, leaning into more pain. I smiled down at her and she released her hold. I chuckled as her palm rested flat against her breast.

“You can admit you like it.” I whispered as my lips trailed across her cheek until I was sucking on the soft spot just below her ear. My cock jumped at the feel of her beneath my lips. “Tell me you like it, and I’ll give you more,mia amata.”

She made a soft choked sound as she shook her head. I felt the anger rising up inside me again. The more she denied, the more she tried to push me away, the angrier I got.

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