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When I wake up the next morning, Fallon is plastered against my side. Her tied hands are pulled against her chest like she is praying. Vulnerable. Fragile. A treasured jewel. That’s how she looks to me. It’s wrong, fucked up even, but I stare at her, watching her sleep for a few blissful moments. Only in sleep is she not scared of me.

I wonder briefly if this is what Julian felt when he signed the contract for Elena. The magnetic pull to something he shouldn’t want but can’t give up. An addiction of sorts. I’m aware that Fallon is slowly becoming that to me.

The more time I spend with her, the more I grow invested. It’s getting hard to brush it off, to act like it’s nothing.

Sometimes, I think she can see right through me. See the act I’m playing. She never calls me out, though, and thankfully so, because I’m not sure what I would do if she did. I have to keep up an image, have to keep her in line. I fell for a woman once before in my life, and it shattered me when I lost her. There is no room for love in the mob. It takes everything you cherish most and grinds it right into the ground.

The idea of physically hurting her makes my chest quake and my heart hurt. I want to possess her, fuck her through the bed, and over every surface in this house. I want to protect her and control her, but I don’t want to hurt her. That much, I know.

Like a baby kitten, she nuzzles into my chest, seeking comfort. She knows I’m her only protection. It’s almost laughable. I bet if she was awake right now, she’d be losing her mind.

In her pretty eyes, I’m the enemy, a cruel bastard that’s unhinged and willing to kill anyone that stands in my way. She doesn’t know that’s all I’ve ever known, and the way it has to be. It’s kill or be killed in my world.

I’m just about to roll out of bed and head downstairs to make some coffee when her bare thigh brushes against my morning wood. It’s the briefest bit of contact, a mere graze, a completely innocent movement, but I’ll be damned if it’s not enough to set me off.

As if the universe is testing me and one time isn’t enough. She does it again, following the movement with a soft little groan that slips from her plump lips.

I don’t know why I continue to deny myself the things I want. I paid a million dollars for her. I should be able to take her whenever and wherever I want. However, that mentality doesn’t seem to stick.

When it comes to sex with her, I need her willing, hot, and begging for my cock. I don’t want to take anything… I want her to want me as badly as I want her.

That’s what makes this even more complicated. I want her to want me, want her to need me while knowing that this is a ship that will never make port. Caught up in my thoughts, I fail to notice she’s now awake and startle a bit when my eyes connect with hers.

Her gaze is molten lava, as if she is feeding off my own lust. She licks her lips, and I swear to fucking god, pre-cum beads the tip of my cock. I’ve envisioned those lips wrapped around my cock so many times in the last few days. It’s going to happen again soon, but right now, I need something else…

“Are you still sore?” I don’t even recognize my own voice.

“Not really,” she replies, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

I’d like to fuck her hard and fast. That way, I can disconnect from the feelings being inside of her bring out of me, but I don’t want to hurt her.

“I want to try something.” I inch back, so I can grab her wrists.

She watches with curiosity as I undo the binds and drop the rope to the floor. Rubbing at her wrists and ankles, she looks up at me through thick lashes. Her eyes are still a little sleepy, giving her that, I just rolled out of bed look.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice cracks as I sit up and move to hover above her. She flashes her pussy at me as she moves up the bed, bracing herself against the pillows. A pussy that I’ve been dying to have my tongue in since I saw her on that stage.

“Anything I want.” I grin.

Since arriving here, I’ve just been pent up with need, my aggression and possessiveness overshadowing and taking over my most basic instincts, making it hard for me to slow down for anything.

I have yet to go down on her, mainly because it’s not something I often do. Eating pussy out is reserved for lovers, those you care about. Anytime I had sex, it was to get my dick wet and nothing else.

However, I find myself wanting to taste Fallon now. I want to be feasting on her pussy, take my time, and savor every morsel like it’s my last meal. Savor her.

Bracing myself on my knees, I place a hand against her knee and gently push her legs apart. I nearly groan. She’s wet for me. Her folds glisten with arousal.

“You want me?” I ask, even though the evidence is right in front of me.

“Yes… but I want…” She looks away, almost bashfully.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I command and grab her by the chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. She can hide from the rest of the world, but she cannot hide from me. “You have no reason to be shy now. Tell me what you want.”

Her lips press into a thin line, and she seems to hesitate before opening her mouth to speak again. “I was thinking maybe. This time you could be gentle with me.”

Is she asking me to make love to her? That’s almost laughable, almost. And I say almost because looking at her face, at the flicker of fear in her eyes, I know that’s exactly what I need to do. I haven’t made love in a very long time.

All I know how to do is fuck. No kissing, no slow and steady. No passion or sweetness.

Fucking. Plain and simple.

“Why?” I stare at her for a long second, and she gazes back at me cautiously, half expecting me to tell her no, I’m sure.

“I just… it would be nice,” she explains. Nice? Nothing about me is nice.

I consider her request. She hasn’t asked for much since I brought her here, and she is not asking for much now. Could I do slow? Could I give her this, or am I so far gone? I’m honestly, not sure.

“Are you asking me to make love to you?” My voice comes out thick.

Her throat bobs. “No. I don’t think you’re capable of such a thing but slow. Slow, I think you can do.”

I grin devilishly. “You underestimate me, sweetheart.”