Page 32 of Dove

“There you are my little dove.” I pressed my lips against hers stealing her new found breath with my kiss. I lifted her roughly by the back of her thighs. The mirror rattled as I pressed her against it. Kincaid tightened her arms and legs as they wrapped around me. We both groaned as my hard cock bumped her clit. I slid easily against her. She’d squirted as she’d come while losing consciousness. She always did when I took her this far because she was made to be treated this way. “I need you with me for this.”

“For what?” She asked just before I grabbed her ass and slammed inside her. My eyes closed briefly as her tight heat surrounded me. She literally stole my breath as I tried not to embarrass myself and come inside her before we even started.

I smiled as Kincaid tried to scream at my harsh intrusion. Even when we’d been fucking regularly, she struggled to take my size. And now it had been so long it was like starting all over again. I groaned as her inner walls spasmed around me. I bit her lip as I pulled out and slammed in again. I quickly stopped her head from hitting the mirror as she tossed it back in pain or ecstasy; I didn’t care.

“Oh fuck.” I cursed as I continued to pump into her. Not fast, but deeply. Claiming her from the inside out. Her body was covered in my marks, and her pussy would be covered in my cum.

Her walls grabbed me each time I pulled out, begging me to stay. I thrust balls deep, wanting to feel every inch of her. I needed to. I fucking missed her. Missed her tight cunt. Missed the way she screamed. Moaned. Cried. My world had been wrong since she’d been taken, but now it all shifted back into place. It all focused on her. She was the only thing that mattered.

“You feel that,mia amata?I’m home.” She squeezed her eyes shut as if she was hiding from my words. But I knew she felt it too.

“Don’t hide from me.” I brought my hand from behind her head to collar her abused neck as I forced her eyes to open. I didn’t squeeze since a bruise was already forming, but I held her to control her movements. “Feel it. Feel us. This is where I belong. Buried deep inside your perfect pussy. This is what you were made to do. Take my cock. My cum. My pain. No one else. Only you. Only me. You’re mine.”

It pissed me off when she shook her head slightly. It pissed me off more that she had a hold over me. I’d been ready to kill Tristan for disrespecting her. I’d reluctantly let him go when she asked to be punished, and now she was resisting. I ignored the pinch in my chest near my heart as I continued to fuck her. I’d fuck the truth into her if I had to.

I pushed her chin with my thumb until she was looking in the side mirror. “Watch us little dove. Watch yourself come all over my cock.” Kincaid moaned as she stared at our bodies. My balls drew tight as I watched my cock disappear into her tight pussy. As I watched her tits bounce with each harsh thrust. I relished the welts on her chest and ass. Marks. My marks. “Watch as I fill you up with my cum. Claim you.”

Both hands went to her ass as I rammed in and out of her. I angled my thrust to rub her clit against my groin and hit that spot deep inside her that made Kincaid moan and clamp around me. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she tried to hold herself together against my brutal claiming.

“Cazzo.“ I cursed as her pussy gripped my cock, and she fell apart. My lips found her shoulder, and I bit down hard, leaving yet another mark on her skin. I tasted her sweet blood as my own orgasm came racing forward.

“Maddox.” She moaned as the pain sent her convulsing around me again.

My name on her lips was my undoing. I jerked my hips, burying myself as deep as I could get as I pulled her flush against me. My teeth sank further into her flesh as my back tingled, and my release shot inside her. I groaned and licked the bruises on her neck as I thrust again, feeling my cum coat her walls as I tasted her blood.

It seemed to go on forever as my world narrowed to her gorgeous face. To her soft whimpers. Her powdery scent I’d dirtied.

My eyes locked with her gaze. Her gray ones dazed and half closed. Lost in her pleasure and my pain. It gut me. She gut me. Ripped apart and rearranged my insides until they were hers.

“Fuck. I love you.” The words escaped my lips as I rested my head on Kincaid’s shoulder, still holding her to me. I was too lost in the high of having her again to notice her body tensing. For the first time since I had her back, I was complete. Satisfied.

No, that wasn’t right. I was…happy. I don’t think I’d been happy a day in my life.

But this woman. My woman. She was what I needed. What I’d been missing to bring out the emotions that lay dormant inside me. She was wrong if she ever thought I could let her go. Dead wrong.

17

Kincaid

Fuck. I love you.

I love you.

Love you.

You.

The words bounced around in my head as Maddox carried me to bed. He loved me. Or he thought he did. Because I wasn’t sure if he knew what love was. I wasn’t sure I knew what it was.

But I know what it wasn’t. It wasn’t paying someone. It wasn’t coercing them into your bed. It wasn’t pain. Whatever we had. Whatever we were. It wasn’t love. It was too dark to be love.

Love was supposed to be light. Carefree. Happy. That was always how I pictured it. How I’d read about it. It was small town heroes and wealthy billionaires. It was families and babies. It was safety and warmth.

It wasn’t death and torture. It wasn’t criminals and demons.

The problem was carefree and happy had never been in my life. Even before Maddox had entered my days, they had been dark. Depressing. Endless. An exercise in how many hits one person could take.

I was jolted from my thoughts when Maddox laid me on the mattress. His warmth left me, and I watched the muscles play in his back as he crossed to the bathroom. I curled my legs to my chest, preparing to get up and follow. As soon as I got a handle on my emotions. As soon as I didn’t feel like one look from him would shatter me.

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