Page 46 of Ambition

“You are,” I tell her, and I mean it. Maybe I could compromise. Sheshouldtake on more assignments for Writhe. She would go insane if she did nothing. I want to knock her the fuck up, make her really mine, but I want her happy, too. If I could have her and keep her as safe as being in Writhe affords, I would let her do anything. If we kept up training, stayed on top of intel… I know I’m thinking with my dick and not my head, but right now, I would give her anything if she just said it. If she told me she was mine too.

I would fuck her every night, just how she wanted it, if I knew she wasn’t going to someone else after, for work or for play.

“I’ve watched you grow into who you are now,” I say, speaking over her mouth as I finger her deeper, pushing as far as I can go, my wrist throbbing, but I put that pain aside as she moans against my lips. “No one can touch you. No one can compete.” I run my mouth over hers, swallowing her gasp as I twist my fingers inside of her, then fuck her harder, deeper, faster. “But I’ll always do stupid things for you, Isa. I would do anything for you.”

“Von.”It sounds like a plea to stop, but I can’t. Not touching her, not talking to her, not trying totell her.She doesn’t know the half of what happened to me in Vipera’s compound, but I would do it over and over again to spare her from those kinds of men.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I whisper, wanting it more than anything as I twist my fingers inside of her, loving the wetness coating my hand.

“Von, I—”

I circle her throat tighter, savoring the feel of the muscles and tendons flexing under my grip. “I’m not asking, darling,tell me.”

She whines. Actuallywhines,and it is the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever heard. I feel my eyes glaze over as I look down at her, at her gorgeous face full of ecstasy and conflict and stubbornness as she straddles me.

“Tell me, or I’ll stop,” I say over her lips.

“Apologize to me first,” she gasps out.

You stupid, stubborn, gorgeous girl.“No.” I make my voice cold.

Her chest is rising and falling fast, and I feel her clench over my fingers. “Von,” she begs me, and that’s what it sounds like.Begging.“Tell me you’re sorry.”

“I’m not, though,” I say, thrusting my fingers up further inside of her, watching her eyes nearly roll back. I lean in closer to her, speaking over her skin. “I’m not fucking sorry. Now tell me who you belong to.” I pull back, only to watch her.

Her eyes narrow, but I know she loves to come. She won’t stop, not even to teach me a lesson.

“Say it, Isa,” I command her, the same coldness in my tone.

She stares at me and bites her bottom lip.

I feel tense, wondering if she’ll try to pull a power move and simply get off my lap and maybe fuck Cain and ruin my fucking life.

But that doesn’t happen. For once, even if it’s for pretend, she gives into me.“I’m yours, Von.”

“Fuck.”I groan the word as I tighten my grip on her throat, thinking she will want it this way the closer she gets. “Yes, you are. So mine. Come for me, Isa,” I say quietly, the words like a moan themselves as I work my fingers so deep, I wonder for a savage, startling moment if I could fit my entire hand inside of her and own her that way. But she starts to shift her hips, riding my fingers and I can only stare up at her, my lips parted as I allow her to use me in whatever way she wants. “Such a good fucking girl. You’re so fucking tight on my fingers.”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes closed, she looks like she’s lost as she tightens her arms around me. Like she’ll be found, right here with me inside of her. “I’m so good for you.”

“You are, baby, you are.” I tilt my head, then slide my fingers up her throat, angling her chin up, clenching down on her jaw. My teeth drag down the column of her neck, over every mark Theo Sancte made on her skin. I bite down tight as I fuck her with my fingers and her moans are constant now, interspersed with my name. I scrape my canines over her throat, then pull back a little, speaking against her skin. “I have always wanted you, Isa.” I nip at her again as she gets louder and I savor how wet she is on my fingers. “I want to protect you.” I bite her again. “I want to love you.” I shift my hand back down, circling tight around her as I jerk her toward me, our foreheads pressed together. “Now look at me while I do.”

Her eyes open, her pupils blown, and she looks like she would willingly let me drown her. For this moment only, these stolen seconds of a sensual sort of heaven, she completely belongs to me.

“Good girl,” I say, clamping my fingers around her so tight I know she’s finding it hard to breathe. Maybe she wants it harder, but I can’t do it more than this.“Mygirl.”

“Yes,” she breathes, barely getting the word out as her nails come to my shoulder blades, digging in deep.“Yourgirl.”

She is so lost, so wide-eyed, so beautiful in this moment of surrender.

“Von,” she whispers, her voice high-pitched as her chest heaves, nipples tight circles pressing against the fabric of her shirt. “I…”

“Yes,”I say, feeling her walls contract around me. “Say my name again.” I bite her lip, her mouth open. “Say my name, Isa.”

“Von.”She comes then, gushing all over my fingers, tightening and releasing on me as she saysmyname.“Fuck,Von,” she groans as I grip her throat and she bows her head to my chest, slowing her movements, her breaths loud between us.

Then she seems to collapse her weight on me, and I am still inside her.

I would stay here forever.

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