Chapter 35

CHAPTER 35

FIONN

I’ve talked myself out of going back to her father’s home and ending his life.

The way he spoke to her, the smug look on his face…it was unforgivable. If it wasn’t for her, I would’ve done it.

Though as soon as I heard her voice, it was over. She may think I hold the power, but she’s the one who controls me. She can make me do anything.

“I don’t think I want you meeting Julius, especially without me,” I tell her as she flips the covers on the bed and gets in, my t-shirt climbing up her thighs and exposing a hint of her ass, which I desperately want my hands on.

“I’m not even sure if I will yet. It’s all just too much to think about it right now.”

“I know.” I slip in beside her, rounding an arm beneath her and pulling her face over my chest. Silence greets us as I stare up at the ceiling, my fingers rolling up and down her spine. “I’m gonna take a paternity test.”

She jerks back, propping on an elbow, surprise in her gaze.

The realization even surprises me. “It’s only because I want to adopt her, and my lawyer said I need to first see if she’s my biological daughter.”

“Oh. Right.” Her brows knit. “I totally didn’t think about that. Yeah, that’s good.” She settles back down.

“I’ll have my lawyer come to the house tomorrow and get it done. It’s just a cheek swab for her and me.”

She nods, and I feel it against me. “No matter what happens between us, she will always be your daughter.”

I twist back, fisting her hair, dragging her backward so I can look at her. “What the fuck does that mean?” Irritation shoots through my bloodstream. “Nothing will happen between us. Do you need another reminder that you’re mine?”

“I didn’t mean?—”

But I cut her words off in a flash, flipping her beneath me and trapping her as she gives out a little yelp.

“I just meant, you know…” she flusters. “Like in the future, in case things don’t work out.”

“I swear, little rabbit…” I grasp her jaw, my teeth gnashing. “The more you talk, the more pissed I become, so how about you get those thoughts out of your head?” Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I drag it up, fingertips feathering over her perfect cunt. “Or better yet, how about I help you?”

Her nails sink into my shoulders, a moan escaping as I sink two fingers inside her, slowly dragging them out and repeating it until all that’s coming out of her pretty pink lips is my name and those sexy sounds she makes.

“You and I are forever, baby girl.” My fingers curl, my movements hard and deep, reminding her that she’s mine. “We’ll always work out.”

Before she can say any more to piss me off, I capture her lips with mine, my other hand wrapping around her throat as I control the pace of this kiss, my tongue slipping into her warmth, her nails scoring my back.

My hips arch between her willing thighs, and it’s all I can think about. Need her pleading and begging and tied up.

Would she be willing? Or would she refuse?

There’s only one way to find out.

As I drag myself back, she stares at me breathlessly, cheeks flushed, lips pinker and swelled from the brutal kiss.

“Stay right here like a good girl.” My knuckles brush over her chin.

“Where are you going?” Her voice is a whispered breath.

“You’ll see.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, and my eyes instantly close, enjoying the sensation every time she touches me.

Rising to my feet, I head for the closet, reaching up to the top shelf to grab the things I bought the other day. Removing a large black briefcase, I place it on the foot of the bed, watching her watch me as I open it.

She sits up straighter. “What’s in there?”

A short laugh escapes as I remove multiple bundles of thick black cotton rope and a bottle of rose oil, and her vision instantly widens.

“What do you do with that?”

Grabbing one bundle, I roll it up her thigh, and a heavy, sensual sigh escapes her.

“Gonna take my time tying you up, then force you to forget everything you just said to me.”

Her thighs press into one another, and I know she already likes the idea. She may be nervous, but she’s also curious.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Her teeth nip at her bottom lip.

“It can be. If not done right.” I remove a pair of shears from my kit, and she sucks in a breath. “These will keep you safe.”

“So you’re not also planning to use scissors on me?” Relief washes over her face, and I let out a chuckle.

“Shit, babe. You’ve got a kink I don’t know about?”

She titters nervously. “Definitely not that one.”

“Not that one? Meaning there are others?”

She shrugs, her cheeks turning crimson.

I definitely plan to have a full discussion about all the things she likes. Just not now.

Removing something else from the briefcase, I place it on the bed, and her lips part.

“What’s that thing?”

You’ll find out soon enough.

“Don’t be scared.” Grabbing the scissors, I take her hand. “Stand up.”

She doesn’t fight it, even while she appears terrified.

With our gazes aligned, I place the shears against the hem of her shirt and start to cut upward. She breathes faster, breasts rising higher, and the more of her body I reveal, the more I want this.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like.”

She nods. “Will it hurt?”

“No. But if something doesn’t feel good, all you have to do is use your safe word and it stops.”

“Okay.” But her features fill with uncertainty.

She shivers as the shirt is split open, her nipples beaded and waiting for my mouth.

Dropping the shears on the bed, I slip off the hair tie she keeps around her wrist. “Turn around for me.”

As she does, I wind her hair into a loose bun, my lips dropping to her neck and kissing up to her ear.

My palms glide down her arms before cupping her breasts. “This is about making you feel good.”

“Mm-hmm,” she groans, head falling backward as I lower my arm to grab the oil, spilling some into my palm. “Shibari isn’t just quick and dirty. It’s slow and intimate.” I work the rose scent over her tits, one hand lowering to her cunt and massaging it as she gasps with low exhales of pleasure. “It involves a lot of touching.”

“I can live with that,” she breathes while my hands are everywhere, her body glistening before I pick up a bundle of rope.

Spinning her around, I grasp her jaw, kissing her slowly before my eyes slink down her body. “You’re beautiful.”

She stands there nervously while I untangle the fifteen-foot rope, getting ready to start on my floor work.

“I’m going to tie your arms behind you.”

She nods. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” The back of my hand feathers down her cheek, and slowly I turn her, placing her arms behind her back.

Winding the rope around her wrists, I form tight knots before bringing the rope back around over her shoulder and twisting it around her body, her breasts on full display. When I turn her fully to me…

“Fuck. You look stunning. How do you feel?”

“A little weird, but good.” She laughs nervously, glancing down at herself. “This looks so pretty.”

“Let’s go to the mirror so you can really see it.” Tugging her elbow, I move her toward it, and her gaze flares when she sees herself.

Her tits are pressed between the rope, nipples glistening from the oil. I stand behind her, my thumbs rolling over each tip. When she moans, I pinch one, then the other, until her head falls against my chest. My fingers lower down her hip, slipping between her thighs, where she’s already wet.

I enter her slowly as our eyes connect through the mirror, her cheeks flushed as I work her clit until she starts to lose her inhibitions, moaning my name.

Flipping her around, I grab her throat and thrust deeper, fucking her until she’s close, her walls clutching me tighter. Right before she’s about to come, I throw her onto the bed face-first, ass up in the air. I slap one cheek hard, grabbing the lube from my kit and spilling some into her ass, my fingers working it inside her puckered hole.

“Oh God…”

I stretch her wider with my fingers, enjoying the sensation of her muscles squeezing around me. When I grab the black plug I left on the bed, it vibrates as I turn it on.

Turning her head to the side, she stares at me, tugging on her bottom lip. When it starts to enter her, she gasps.

“You okay?”

She nods, but she doesn’t seem sure. Not yet. I push it inside her, seating it all the way deep, rubbing her clit at the same time right before I slip my face under her and lick up her seam.

“Yes!” she cries when I suck her into my mouth, grabbing her hips and forcing her to sit on my face.

My fingers enter her at the same time, my tongue rolling as my mouth sucks her deeper. She cries out with her release, squirting all over my mouth and trying to push off of me, but I only suck her deeper, craving more. Needing her like I need air.

Sliding out from beneath her, I position myself behind her, fisting all that hair. “You don’t know how damn sexy you look right now, every inch of you flushed.”

“Fionn, that was…” She drags in a shallow breath when I thrust my cock halfway in.

“That was us,” I remind her, pounding inside her until all that comes out of her is a silent cry jammed deep in her throat.

With my hand to the back of her neck, I push her into the bed, taking her roughly, unable to hold on to much of my control.

And this time, when her release comes again, it’s harder. “Fionn! Yes!”

I ram inside her over and over, like I’ve lost all sense, until I come too, filling her pussy and marking her as mine. I remain inside her, my cock semi-hard, my palms sliding down to her inner thighs until I grow hard again.

Needing to feel her ass wrapped around me too, I slip out the plug and add more lube, working it around my erection before I go in slow, forcing myself inch by inch.

“Shit,” she cries, her muscles shrinking around me.

Fuck she’s damn tight.

When she whimpers, I instantly stop.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” She nods, brows knitted. “Keep going.”

Grabbing her ass cheeks, I spread her wider, pushing deeper, watching myself disappear inside her until she’s completely full.

My arm curls around her chest, and I lift her up, my lips dropping to her throat. “You’re such a good girl, letting me tie you up and fill your ass like this.”

At my words, her muscles clench. She groans when I bite her shoulder, my hips starting to move, slowly at first. My other palm lowers to her pussy, rubbing her with two fingers at the same time. When her body starts to loosen, I work her faster and harder.

“You’re mine, Amara. Mine.” My teeth sink into her neck, wanting to consume every inch of her. “I won’t let you even think about leaving me.”

She cries out my name, so close I can feel it.

“Tell me you won’t leave me. Need to hear you say it.”

My fingers fill her other hole, taking her from both ends as she nods, unable to form words.

“Tell me.” My dick throbs.

“I won’t leave. I’m yours.”

As soon as she says that, I move on autopilot, my desperate savagery winning over as I take her harder with each thrust and release inside her with a deep, possessive growl, needing her to realize that there’s no escaping me. No escaping us.

Amara is mine. And there’s nothing she can do about it.