3. Owning

Nicholas

     It didn’t take long for me to secure the penthouse and all but drag Ava into the luxurious suite. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind…

     

Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment she’d uttered those words.

    

Maybe I like those things too, Nick

     

My blood roared at the memory.

     

Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me.

     

Ava stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a floral dress over her lingerie and a half-nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement.

     

My cock throbbed harder.

     

“Take off your clothes,” I said, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence.

     

Part of me wanted to bury myself deep inside her as soon as possible; the other part wanted to savor every moment.

     

Despite a slight shake in her hands, Ava didn’t hesitate. She kept her eyes trained on mine as she unzipped her dress and the gauzy material pooled around her ankles. The swimsuit went next, sliding down inch by torturous inch until a masterpiece of bare golden flesh unveiled itself.

     

I devoured her with my eyes, taking in every detail and imprinting it in my mind. Her skin glowed bronze beneath the suite’s dim lights, and her body…Christ. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest little pussy, and firm, perky tits—not big, but enough for a handful and tipped with hard, rosy nipples that were perfect for sucking and nibbling.

     

Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and she stared at me with nothing but trust in those big, brown eyes.

     

Oh, sweet girl. If you only knew.

     

I circled her, a predator toying with its prey, so close I could smell the tang of her arousal.

I stopped behind her and pressed my body against hers until she could feel my angry,    steel-hard erection against the soft curve of her ass. She was naked as the day she was born while I was fully clothed, and somehow that made the scene even filthier.

    

I pressed my lips to her neck, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth.

     

“You want me to take you, baby?” I murmured. “Ruin you, pound you into a pathetic mess, turn you into my little fuck doll?”

     

A whimper escaped her mouth and shot straight to my groin, hardening my already aching cock. “Y-yes.”

     

“You say yes so easily.” I licked the hollow between her neck and lower jaw. True to my nickname for her, she tasted like sunshine and honey, and I wanted to devour her. Feed off her light, consume every inch of her until she was mine and mine alone. “But do you know what it means to be taken by me?”

     

Ava shook her head, a quick, small movement that underscored her innocence and naivete.

     

Not for much longer. Once I got my hands on her, she’d be filthy. Broken. Just like everything I touched. But she’d be mine. And I was selfish and cruel enough that I’d take her with me while I burned down the world.

     

“It means you’re mine. Your mouth is mine…” I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip before trailing it down her chest and pinching her nipples. She moaned. “Your breasts are mine…” I drifted lower, adjusting my position so I could squeeze her ass. Hard. “Your ass is mine…” I reached around and parted her thighs, sliding my fingers past her slippery folds. She was so wet they were drenched within seconds. “And your pussy is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me, and if you ever let another man touch you—” My other hand closed around her throat. “He’ll end up in pieces, and you’ll end up tied to my bed and fucked in every hole until my name is the only one you remember. Do you understand?”

     

Her cunt clenched around my fingers. “Yes.”

“Say it. Who do you belong to?”

     

“You,” Ava whispered. “I belong to you, Nicholas.”

     

“That’s right.” I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and thrust them into her mouth. I hummed in approval when she sucked and licked her own juices off without my asking. “Do you taste that, sweet girl? That’s the taste of you signing your life away. Because from now on, I own you. Body, mind, and soul.”

     

Another moan, this one even more eager than the last.

     

I released my hold on her. “Get on your knees.” She sank to the floor, so beautiful it made my chest hurt and my cock throb. I fisted her hair and tugged it back until she stared straight up at me. “If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh.” When she nodded, I tugged her hair harder and ordered, “Open your mouth.”

     

I slipped the head of my cock into her waiting mouth, slowly pushing deeper until I was buried all the way down her throat.

     

“Fuck.” The sensation of her mouth engulfing me was so hot a shudder rippled through my entire body, and I almost shot my load right there. I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

    

Ava blinked up at me, her eyes watering from my size and how deep I was, but she didn’t tap out, so I stayed still while she adjusted.

After what felt like an eternity but was in actuality a few seconds, she started licking and sucking—slowly at first, but quickly building up to a rhythm that had her bobbing her head up and down with enthusiasm.

     

My other hand shot to the back of her head, and my abs shook from the effort not to come down her throat before I was ready. “That’s it,” I growled. “Suck that cock like a good little whore.”

     

The vibrations from her ensuing moan traveled all the way up my spine. I started thrusting into her, faster and faster until the only sounds were that of my ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh, and the gurgles coming from her throat. I was so rough I half-expected her to finally tap out, but she never did.

I pulled out at the last second and came all over her face and chest, the thick white streaks coating her skin in a glistening sheen. My orgasm burned through me, wild and hot, razing any lingering doubts that stood in its way, and I watched my cum drip off Ava’s chin with possessive, lust-filled eyes.

     

A pale pink flush of arousal stained her face, and her gaze remained locked to mine as her tongue darted out to lick a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

     

Holy fuck.

     

I’d witnessed or partaken in just about every filthy sex act imaginable, but that small movement might’ve been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

     

“Get on the bed,” I ordered, my voice thick with gravel. “All fours. Now.”

     

Her hands and knees barely had time to hit the mattress before I stripped off my clothes and came up behind her, spreading her thighs with my hands.

     

“You are so very wet, my beautiful whore.” I licked her glistening juices off her skin, savoring the taste and delicate female scent that drove every man crazy. I pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. “Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?”

     

“Please,” Ava gasped, pushing back at me. “I need—oh God.” She dropped her head, her squeal muffled by the pillows when I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so fucking hungry—for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment. I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls.

     

“You taste so fucking good,” I growled, lapping up every drop while she shook and trembled beneath my touch. “The perfect appetizer for tonight.”

     

Ava twisted her head to look at me, her face flushed from her orgasm and her eyes round with shock. “That was an appetizer? I thought—you—”

     

“Baby, this is a twelve-course meal.” I rolled on a condom and slid my already-hard-again cock along her drenched folds. “And we’re just getting started.”

I gripped her throat and slammed into her, and all conversation ground to a halt, unless you counted her moans and my grunts as conversation. She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I’d ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me. I fucked her so hard I was afraid I’d break her, but every time I eased up, Ava uttered tiny warning growls that had my lips curving in a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

     

It turned out my sweet, innocent lamb was actually a dirty little slut in disguise, and I’d never been happier to be wrong.

     

I flipped her over in time to see her shatter once more, her pleasure-glazed eyes and sighs urging me to go faster and deeper until I, too, came apart in a powerful orgasm that ripped through me with the force of a Category Five hurricane.

     

When my breathing slowed and I came down from my high, I found Ava staring up at me with a strange expression.

     

“What is it, beautiful?” I brushed my lips over hers, already preparing myself for the next round. If I was going to hell for this, I might as well enjoy every second.

     

“No kissing or face-to-face contact during sex,” she murmured. “Kathy told me those were your rules.”

     

I paused. She was right. Those were my rules—ones I created after I was old enough to realize emotions had nothing to do with sex and feelings had no place in the bedroom. I’d never once broken them—until tonight. And I hadn’t even thought about it or realized it until Ava reminded me. I enjoyed fucking from the back more than the average man—there was a sense of removal that came with it, which was why it was my position of choice—but I’d wanted to see her. To watch the way she reacted to each shift in movement, to see her face when she fell apart and screamed my name.

     

And that was when I realized I was well and truly fucked.

     

“You’re right, sweetheart,” I said, dropping my forehead to hers with a resigned sigh. So. Fucked. “But the rules never applied to you.”

I was a goner. Ava Smith had me wrapped around her fingers and she had no idea yet.

I know I'm going to hurt her. It's inevitable. I'll hurt her so bad she'll try to forget everything about me.

But even if she successfully erases me, there’s no escaping me.

I’ll claim her again.

And again.

I’ll carve my name beneath her skin so deeply, she’ll find me in her dreams.

And her nightmares. I'll make sure I occupy every inch of her and every nook and crany there is.

Because she's mine.