“Mine, Mia. I will fuck you here whenever I want. I own it. I own you.” As he spoke, he thrust his finger in and out of her, slowly loosening her.
To her shock, his touch soon became pleasurable, enhancing the feel of his erection inside her core. The moan that left her when he penetrated her with a second finger was pure pleasure, and her fear had faded to a negligible level. After the rough ways Aldo had taken her in the ass, she never would have believed it could feel good.
“Because it’s mine, I will take care of it.” He crossed his fingers inside her and began twisting them in a corkscrew way. “I protect what’s mine, Mia. Do you understand?”
She nodded, too engrossed by the way he was slowly dragging his cockhead against her sensitive inner folds in time with the way his fingers were taking her anal channel.
“Tell me who you belong to, Mia.”
Still, a streak of stubbornness and a need for independence had her shaking her head. She couldn’t admit it to him.
He sighed, sounding angry and disappointed. A second later, his erection slipped from her inner folds, though she tried to squeeze her muscles around him to keep him inside her. When he withdrew his fingers, she didn’t know if she hoped he was going to leave her unsatisfied or hoped he was staking his claim in a more forceful way.
Mia whimpered with renewed fear when he rested his cockhead against her puckered rosette. “Please,” she whispered, not entirely sure if she was asking him not to or begging him to take her there, in a place she had only known fear and pain. If he took her, she knew he wouldn’t harm her. Her trust in him was insane, but she didn’t question it as he pressed harder.
It hurt for a second when he breached the resisting ring of muscles. Mia took a deep breath and forced herself to relax as Shane eased into her back passage slowly until he had breached the ring. Then he slid into her with ease, his cock slick with her arousal.
“Tell me who owns you, Mia.”
She clamped her lips shut and stayed still as he thrust in and out of her. It was shocking to find the motions so pleasurable, despite the aching void inside her folds. Her eyes widened when she realized she wanted him to be inside both of her passages. As though reading her mind, his hand cupped her mound, and he started twisting her clitoris a bit more forcefully than she would have thought she’d like. It proved to be the perfect level of intensity as he increased the pace of his thrusts inside her back passage.
“Oh, Shane.” The beginnings of an orgasm were unfurling in her stomach, inching downward toward the heart of her center, where his fingers twisted her clit as he drove in and out of her ass.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” Each word was staccato and his voice betrayed how close he was to finding his own release.
“You. Oh, god, Shane, I belong to you.” Mia surrendered as she came, her inner muscles clamping around his cock to encourage his orgasm as her folds contracted, and her release rushed from her to soak his hand. He surged so deeply inside her that she swore she could feel the individual hairs on his sac.
“Then why the fuck did you run away and leave me lying on the ground bleeding, Mia?” Either he couldn’t, or didn’t try to, mask his pain and betrayal, because it bled through his voice, underscoring each word.
Tears flooded her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Because I love you, Shane.”
He stiffened, though it was difficult to tell, from shock at her words or because his orgasm overtook him. He twitched inside her as he came, filling her tight channel with slippery proof of his gratification. Even when he stopped twitching, the rest of Shane remained motionless, as though he couldn’t grasp the meaning of her words.
15
Suddenly, Shane withdrew from her and spun her around to face him in one jerky motion. “What the fuck, Mia?”
She blinked in the face of his rage, recoiling and pressing her back to the chaise lounge. “I’m sorry.” Though she didn’t know for what she apologized—leaving him or loving him. He clearly didn’t want her to love him.
He was pale and looked devastated. “How can you make a claim like that after you left me?”
Mia bit her lip, once again hitting the sore spot and cursing softly. “Do you think I want to feel that way? I’m sorry if it bothers you, but I don’t know what you expect from me. Normal people have emotions, and if you don’t like me loving you, then fuck you. It’s your fault for showing me a different side of you.” Suddenly angry, she poked him in the stomach. “What’s your problem? I expected you to be crowing with satisfaction, not horrified at the mere idea of me loving you.”
His expression had morphed into one of delight and more than a hint of smugness. He grabbed her poking finger and wrapped his hand around hers. “I’m not angry that you love me, Mia; I am pissed you left me without even knowing if I was alive or dead.”
“I called your sister.” She whispered the confession, shamed by her weakness as much as she had been that night when she had dialed his cell phone with a strong dose of self-disgust.
“I know.” His grin widened, though he still looked confused. “I just don’t know how to believe you feel that way after your actions show something else.”
She tugged her hand free. “Screw you. Don’t you get it? I was—am—terrified to love you. You scare me, Shane. You’re about an inch from totally crazy, and you push all my boundaries, not necessarily in good ways. You kidnapped me and kept me. Why the fuck would I happily accept feeling anything intense for you? A sensible person would flee and try to recover from this insanity, not embrace it willingly.”
He ignored her attempts to resist when he took her hand again and pulled her down onto the chaise lounge beside him. Shane wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, rubbing his chin against the top of her head. “You think I don’t feel afraid and freaked out by all this too, Mia?”
She stiffened in surprise. “Why would you?”
He laughed. “Because you make me weak, and you make me want things I’ve never thought about before, like white picket fences and dogs and kids. All that domestic bliss crap that I have never seen proof of in my life, and I doubt it can exist for a guy like me. It scares me how badly I want those things.” Turning his head, his gaze captured hers. “It freaks me out how desperate I am for you, Mia. The depths I’d go to in order to possess you scare me a bit sometimes.”
“Oh.” She fell silent but couldn’t look away from the naked vulnerability in his gaze. “Where does that leave us, Shane?”
