39

Oakley.
“And last,” I growl, feeling that sinister possession spreading through me like poison infecting my blood and corrupting my heart.
Eva raises a questioning brow, but I ignore it. She may not understand that remark, but once I’ve had her, there’s no going back. She’ll be mine forever.
It’s reckless to bring her here, but I can’t find it in myself to care. After discovering that bastard’s hands on her, Dimitry, I need to stake my claim and make her mine.
“Once I take you, Eva. There’s no going back.” I pull her tight against my body, letting her feel how hard I am between us. “You will be mine.”
Her nostrils flare slightly, and I see that defiant spark in her eyes, but she doesn’t refute my claim. Instead, she tilts her head in an invitation, begging me to claim her lips.
I tease her at first, allowing my breath to fall against her soft, pillowy lips. The distance between us slowly grows smaller until I press my lips to hers in an agonizingly gentle kiss.
Eva trembles against me, and her body melts into me as she grasps onto my arms for support.
I groan as my tongue slips into her mouth, as all the dirty, sick things I want to do to her flash through my mind. There’s a sickness inside of me-one that can’t be soothed or cured.
I long to hurt the beautiful creature in my arms. To put her over a spanking bench and tan her hide redraw. My cock throbs at the mental picture. It’s the reason I’ve been so brutal with her punishments. The reason I’ve had her bend over for me daily while I spanked her ass with a ruler.
Eva deserves a man who is gentle and kind-anyone but me. And yet, when that thought flashes through my mind, the demon inside of me growls in envious rage. No one can have her except me.
“Oak,” she moans against my mouth as I break away, kissing her neck as I grasp her hips.
“Strip for me, Eva,” I order.
Eva takes a step back, and I see the uncertainty in those unique hazel eyes. It melts away as she moves her hand to the zip at her back and pulls it down before yanking her arms out of the sleeves.
I’m so hard right now. All the blood in my body has rushed to my cock.
She slips it down so that her pretty black lace bra is showing, allowing the fabric to drift lower and lower until I can see the waistband of her thong peeking beneath.
At that point, I can’t wait any longer. I move for Eva and grab the dress, yanking it down powerfully. “Too slow,” I breathe, taking a step back once the dress pools at her ankles. “Beautiful.” My eyes scan every inch of her, absorbing the sight of her like this for me, blushing and practically naked.
“Take the rest off.”
She chews her lip before shaking her head. “You next.”
I growl, irritated by her outright defiance of my order, but she has a point. It’s only fair that I also take off some of my clothes. Quickly, I lose my pants and shirt, tossing them onto the floor.
Eva turns crimson the moment I’m standing there in a pair of tight boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination. My cock is hard and leaking, leaving a stain of wet precum on the front.
“Now, panties and bra off,” I growl.
Eva licks her lips and nods. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck.
My cock jumps when I hear her call me that, and she knows what it does to me.
She tilts her head as she unhooks her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. “Is this why you hated me calling you sir all the time?” She asks, slipping a finger into the waistband of her thong and dragging it down and off her ankles. “Did it turn you on?”
I shock her by seizing her before she can stand, her eyes wide. “Yes,” I reply gruffly, pulling her naked body hard against mine. She is so soft, so perfect against my skin, as if she was made for me. I let my hand move to her breasts and cup her right one first, stroking the pad of my thumb over her puckered nipple.
Eva gasps at the sensation, arching her back. Her eyes dip between us to the bulge visible through my boxer briefs. “Isn’t it your turn, sir?”
“Soon,” I purr, lifting Eva into my arms. “First, I need to taste you.”
Eva moans as I carry her through my cottage to the bedroom at the back. I can feel her study me as I walk toward the bed and place her down on her back, admiring how perfect she is.
This past month of resistance has been painful, wanting her in a way I’ve never wanted another person before. I descend over her, my body pinning her down as I slide my knee between her thighs and kiss her.
Eva reaches for me, but I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
“No touching, baby girl.” I move my lips lower, trailing a path down her neck to her collarbone. All the while, I keep my hand wrapped around her wrists. “Keep your wrists above your head, okay?” I ask.
Eva nods. “Yes, sir.”
I groan as I release her wrists and continue to kiss lower, moving to her breasts, which are large and firm. Her nipples are already hard as I move my mouth over her right one and suck on it, causing Eva’s hips to buck toward me.
“Oh, God,” she shouts, squirming under my attention as I move my mouth to cover her left nipple.
My hands tighten around her hips as I move lower, trailing my tongue down the center of her navel, making her shiver. I’ve never felt so dominant as I watch Eva react to my touch, my kiss. It does something to me I can’t quite explain. “Tell me what you want, Eva,” I breathe, allowing my breath to tickle her inner thighs. My mouth is inches away from her center, which is dripping wet.
“Please, sir,” she moans, peering down at me with those unique hazel eyes dilated so much I can only detect a small rim of color.
“Please, what?” I ask, clawing at her hips. “I want you to tell me what you want me to do.”
Her eyes roll back in her head, and she licks her lips before meeting my gaze again. “I want you to taste me,” she says, her voice hesitant.
I groan as I move my finger toward her center, grazing it through her sensitive flesh. “Is that right, baby girl?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans, back arching as she offers herself to me. It’s hard to believe that this beautiful, innocent creature wants me. I’m a man so corrupted by the darkness that I can barely see the light anymore.