Owned by the Bad Boy(13)

“I don’t want to be with you.”

I look at her, a smile spreading over my face because that’s the weakest lie I ever heard. She wants me so fucking badly that she’s practically begging for me to fuck her. That’s why her lips are parted and she can’t look away from my face. I feel her heartbeat thrumming through her breast and I flick my thumb over her nipple, which stands out like a pin.

“I own you.”

The flash of anger sears her neck. “You never owned me.”

That’s where she’s fucking wrong. I’m not a good man, and she knew it when she first locked eyes on me in that casino. She knew it when we were dating—knew that I come from a certain caliber of men. Wise guys use our fists to negotiate. We don’t let things go easily. Our women? Never.

“This body is mine, and I’m taking it back. Tonight.”

And I’m going to make her pay for betraying me.

I turn her around so that my cock rubs against her curves. Blood throbs through my dick—it’s been so fucking long—but I take my time because I want to savor her. I fish through my pocket and I grab the ball gag.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The red ball presses against her lips and she gasps. Seizing the opportunity, I wind the straps around her head, locking the gag in her mouth. Her chest pulses as I run my hands down her waist, thumbing her bony hips. My right hand curls over her stomach, cupping her mound. She makes a sound through the gag as I reach down with my middle finger, teasing her cunt. I play with her lips and slide the juices all over my finger, getting that pussy nice and ready for my thick cock. She’s soaking wet, just like I knew she’d be. She jumps a little when I press my cheek to hers.

“I’ll give you what your body needs after you’re punished.”

Good fucking God, I can’t think straight when her ass rubs against my cock. Blood rushes to my face as I slip my fingers inside her, feeling her walls tighten around me. A pleasant flush fills my face as she moans into the gag.

I press my lips to her neck, breathing in the smell of her. Every moan is like a stroke of my cock, feeding the burgeoning lust ramping in my hips. I feel how tight her pussy is as I dig my hardness into her ass.

“How long did you spend pining after this? I remember how much you liked it.” I let my lips hover over her skin, just barely touching.

She turns toward me and groans something that’s lost in the gag. Her fingertips brush my legs, searing my skin through the fabric, and then she anchors over my cock.

Fuck.

Her hands lift up, trailing over my length until she reaches the zipper. When my heart pounds like this, every fucking sensation is amplified. I hiss at the sound of the zipper, and then she gives me a quick squeeze through my briefs. Deft hands slide my underwear down, my slacks hit the floor, and my cock finally springs free. She wraps both hands around me, the gentle pressure like a small firework in my head.

Jesus fucking Christ, I forgot what it was like to have a girl’s warm hand stroke my cock. A pearl of pre-cum beads from the head. Her thumb catches the drop and she smears it around the sensitive skin. Fuck. The feeling sends a jolt through my cock.

My fingers dive into her hair and I yank back, making her shriek into the gag.

“Follow me on your hands and knees.”

Her pussy clamps around my hand as I slide out, wiping her juices over her legs.

“Mmmphf.”

She crosses her arms like the defiant little bitch she is. I can just hear her thoughts: Fuck you, I’m not doing that.

Fuck yes, you are.

I kick the slacks away from me and snatch her throat. Her nostrils flare as fierce eyes train on me. The closer I get, the more she blinks. I stroke her supple skin with my thumb. Her pulse is all over the place. It jumps into my skin. I press down, knowing that if I hold it there she’ll collapse in my arms and be easier to kidnap. Not yet. I want her awake for this.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen me. I’m not the same man you left behind.”

The man who gave her flowers, showered her with gifts, and sent food to her apartment is fucking dead. They held me down and carved me out until I was hollow.

“On your fucking knees.”

At the sound of my voice, she obeys. Her arms tremble as she crawls forward.

I wrap my hand around my cock, loving the sight of her on all fours—the gag between her cherry lips and her tits like teardrops. I just want to bend down and grab a handful of her.

I walk into the bedroom. It’s dark and stifling, so I crack open a window to tempt a breeze. I sink into the armchair, hand still squeezing my cock as she crawls on all fours. She stops at the base of the bed and raises herself, a contemptuous look flashing in her eyes.