17. Phoenix

17

PHOENIX

I ’m losing my grip on reality. I know it. My obsession with Tilly has driven me to extremes, but I can’t let her go. She’s mine, and I’ll never give her up.

Now we’re together, and I’ve ensured her safety by faking her death and cutting ties with her past. It had to be done. Tilly is dependent on me for survival.

But there’s a part of me that’s unhinged. I admit it. My mind is clouded with possessiveness and a desperate need to keep her close. I know my actions are extreme, but I can’t stop. I’ve crossed too many lines, and now there’s no going back. Tilly is the light in my dark world, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

She’s so beautiful, even when she sleeps. I can’t take my eyes off her. My mind wanders, imagining everything I want to do to her. My cock stirs in my pants, demanding attention. I give in, freeing it from the confines of my jeans.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tilly,” I whisper. “You don’t even know how much I want you. How much I need to feel you around me again and again.”

I stroke myself, my eyes fixed on her sleeping form. Her lips are slightly apart, and her torso moves up and down with each breath. I want to kiss those lips, taste them, devour her all over again.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” I murmur, my breath quickening. “You’re going to be mine forever. I’ll brand you with my touch, mark you as mine.”

I move closer to the bed, my cock throbbing in my hand. My heart pounds as I imagine being inside her. Once I reach the bedside and look down at her naked, gorgeous form. With a few more strokes, my body tenses, and I shoot my cum onto her breasts.

She stirs, the sticky substance on her skin jolting her awake. Her eyes snap open, and she sees me looming above her, my semi-hard dick in my hand.

“Ahh!” Her scream pierces the air, her pretty hazel eyes wide. She tries to scramble away from me, but the restraints keep her in place. “What the fuck! What are you doing?”

She’s screaming now, her eyes wild with fear. I should’ve known better than to scare her like this. But fuck, seeing her naked and bound—it just does something to me.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I just needed to—I couldn’t help myself.” I try to explain, my voice thick with desire. “You were sleeping so peacefully, and I couldn’t control myself. You just looked so damn pretty. I wanted to decorate you with my cum. ”

Her cheeks flush, and she continues to struggle against the restraints. “Untie me, you freak! What the hell is wrong with you?”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I know, I know. It’s a lot to process. I did what I could to ensure no one could take you away from me.”

“Are you crazy? You kidnapped me, drugged me, and now you’re talking about keeping me?” She’s breathing heavily, her eyes filled with anger and fear. “Let me go right now!”

My gaze hardens. “I can’t do that. I won’t. Don’t you get it? You’re mine. I’ve claimed you, and I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

“Never say never,” she snaps, her eyes flashing. “You may have the upper hand now, but someone will find me. My friends will come looking for me.”

I chuckle, although it holds no humor. “No one is coming, sweetheart. They think you’re dead, remember? And they wouldn’t stand a chance against me even if they did. I always get what I want, and right now, I want you.”

“You’re insane,” she murmurs.

I smile. “Maybe I am. But you know what? I’m okay with that. Because in my madness, I found you.”

I watch as the defiance drains from Tilly’s eyes, replaced by a hollowness that twists my gut. Her body goes limp against the restraints, the fight leaving her like a deflating balloon. Seeing her so broken and defeated fills me with a strange unease.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, stroking her cheek. She flinches at my touch, her skin cool beneath my fingertips. “Just let it all go. It’ll be easier if you stop fighting me.”

A single tear trails down her face, and my chest tightens. Part of me wants to gather her in my arms, to whisper soothing words and chase the sadness away. But a darker part of me revels in her brokenness and how she’s finally surrendering the fight.

“I promise everything will improve once you accept that you’re mine. No more fear, no more trying to escape. Just you and me, together, how it’s meant to be.”

She doesn’t respond, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, vacant and hollow. It’s like she’s given up, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of her new reality. And as much as I hate seeing her like this, I’m thrilled she’s crumbling so easily.

“Look at me, Tilly,” I demand, my fingers gripping her chin and forcing her gaze to meet mine. “I need you to understand that this is forever. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go. No matter how hard you fight or how much you beg and plead, you’ll always belong to me.”

Her lower lip trembles, and briefly, I fear she might break down completely. But then, something shifts in her eyes, a flicker of resignation that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Okay,” she breathes. “I understand.”

Relief washes over me, and I can’t help but grin. “That’s my girl,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. “We’re going to be so good together, you’ll see.”

Pulling back, I can see the fight has truly left her. She’s accepted her fate, accepted that she belongs to me now. And while some of me aches at the brokenness in her eyes, the darker, more twisted part of me is glad.

She’s mine, completely and utterly mine. And now that she’s finally stopped fighting, we can begin our new life together, twisted and beautiful in its own way.