Chapter Eleven

In my quest to strip Mackenzie of all her demons and open her eyes to the perfection of herself, I failed to factor in the excruciating pain of a long-term boner. It's only fair I hold myself back until I let her come, but holy mother of all the gods, my dick is about to raise the white flag.

"Scootch down as far as the cuffs will let you."

Blinking back the haze of lust, Mackenzie follows my instructions, allowing me enough space to fill my palms with the naked globes of her ass and pull her back up to my hungry lips.

The sound of my mouth devouring her pussy coupled with the scent of her need for me only makes my cock throb even more painfully. Ignoring it for now, knowing I won't be able to last very much longer, I reach back for the dildo. Instead of turning it on, I push it up her cunt and leave it there while I suck on her swollen clit.

Her screams and vocal threats only spur me on. She's right on the edge of her sanity and I can't wait to break it all down. Destroy her inner voices trying to peg her down a couple of notches.

Nobody hurts my woman, not even her own damn self.

"Fuck, Aleko, just let me come! Please." My eyes snap open and land on her scrunched up nose and pleading gaze.

I could be a good guy and let her come all over me but that's not happening. I have a plan and nothing, not even the greatest fucking thing in the world—her pleasure—is going to stop me.

"Don't move." I chuckle at my assholish ways and wink as she growls—nope, that was a snarl—at my retreating back.

"When you least expect it, I will make your balls pay for this." My chuckle turns to a choke when I reach the door to my bathroom and grab the water bottle I recently used and left on the counter. The sadist in me grins as I fill it from the tap.

"I have no doubts, Cherry Pie, that your revenge will come with a steep interest rate. But…" I kneel back down on the mattress right between her smooth, silky thighs and pull the dildo out just enough to watch her breathe through her need to come. Then I slam it right back inside.

Her juices are everywhere. On her pussy, on the bed, all over the fucking dildo, and now dripping over my fingers. Without thinking about it, I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck on it like I was sucking on her clit not two minutes ago.

The primal reaction she gives me is better than the actual taste of her, which is saying something since she's my favorite flavor in the universe.

"Here," Putting the bottle to her lips, I cradle the back of her head, "Drink." "I have to—" Her phrase dies on her lips when I tilt the bottle up and force her to swallow.

"What you have to do is hydrate." Every gulp has rivulets spilling down her chin and the corners of her mouth and I can't fucking believe I'm jealous of water.

"What the fuck are you doi—" Without looking, I set the bottle on the bedside table and crash my lips into hers. My tongue sweeps in, finding hers, and what should have been a quick kiss turns into a declaration of everything. My love, my obsession, my need.

"This mouth? It's mine. You don't get to take it away from me. You don't get to decide what's best for me. Do you understand what I'm saying?" There's no need to speak loudly, my words infiltrate like a breath through her parted lips and as her eyes flash with understanding, I give her a curt nod like we've just sealed the deal of a lifetime.

Now, it's time to keep my promise.

Pulling out the dildo, I press my palm to her lower belly and thrust two fingers inside her cunt. Just as I curl my digits in a hook, her intake of breath and screams that follow almost make me come in my fucking pants. It doesn't take long, a couple of well placed massages over that perfect spot that makes her lose her goddamn mind and her body gives up all control.

Pressing down just a little harder on her bladder, her gift is almost immediate. I don't waste time getting undressed, almost ripping off my jeans before lining my cock up to her pussy lips and slamming my fingers right back inside her pussy.

In awe, I watch as the first squirt lands on the tip of my steel-hard dick. It's fucking hot watching give up her control as it coats my skin. Over and over again, she releases all of her secrets and manipulations. Her body has never lied to me, only her mouth, and as she cries out to the gods, I keep going. I keep making her come, squirting her lies away. Howling her deceptions at the space between us until it disappears because as I lean in and swallow her curses, I remind her of who we are. I remind her that we belong to one another as my dick slams inside her pussy, thrusting in and out of her like an animal. Fuck, she feels like heaven. Like home. Like… everything.

Still, I need more.

Reaching out, I open the drawer to the bedside table and curl my fingers around the bottle of lube. It's hard to concentrate when her tongue is fighting mine for control, our kiss becoming harder, more violent and demanding.

With one palm at the side of her face supporting my weight, I sink my teeth into her bottom lip and whisper, "There's only one god for you, Cherry, and he's about to own you all over again." On my last word, I lean back on my haunches, sliding out of her cunt and palming my dick, giving it a couple of pulls and feeling the wetness of her orgasm from shaft to tip.

I wish I didn't have to add the lubricant, that I could take her with only her cum on my dick, but I meant it when I said no one would ever hurt her… not even me.

In quick successions, I release her ankles from the bondage and push her knees up until her ass is in full view.

"I own your mouth and I own your cunt. Soon, I'll own your ass, too." Squeezing the bottle, I place a generous amount of lube on my fingers and circle her opening with the tip of my index, pressing more and more with every turn. "The next time you decide to leave me, remember this moment." My finger breaches her tight little hole to the first knuckle before I pull it out and push right back inside, giving her more. "Remember the second I claimed you, that precise feeling when I took what's mine."

With total and complete control over her movements, I watch the tight features of her gorgeous face as my dick slowly, torturously glides back in and out of her cunt, ignoring her pleas to hurry up. To go faster. To fuck her harder.

I'm in fucking control of this.

For two months, she controlled my emotions by letting me believe she was dead. Tonight? I'm letting her know that her orgasms and her pleasures have always, and will forever, belong to me. In my fucking control.

"Oh my fucking god, Aleko. If you don't hurry the fu—" With a flick of my gaze, I see her panties lying on the edge of the bed right where I put them while she was taking a shower. Closing my fist around them, I bring them to her mouth and grin down on her like the fucking demented asshole I know I can be when it comes to her.

"You know, for someone who has a lot of groveling to do, you sure are being bossy." The only clue I get that she's figured out my next move, is the widening of her eyes and the snarl that makes her luscious top lip curl up right before I shove her panties deep into her mouth.

"That's more like it." With my cock buried inside her pussy I growl at the sight of it, slowly fucking the fight right out of her.

But I want more.

Pulling out, I line the tip of my cock to her asshole and press, all the while squirting the lube down her crack and over my shaft.

"Breathe, baby. Just breathe through your nose for me." My hips want to snap forward, my dick eager to breach that opening, but I have to be careful. Gritting my teeth to keep myself in check, I throw the lube on the bed somewhere and wrap my fingers around her thighs as I push myself deeper inside her ass. "Fuck, you feel too good. So tight and hot and fucking perfect for me." Letting out a pained exhale, I sink the top row of my teeth into my bottom lip and make the mistake of looking down at Mackenzie as I do.

Fighting her restraints with her head thrown back and the cords of her throat pulsing in time with her rapid heartbeat, I lose my ever loving mind.

"Fuck, baby… I can't—" I can't what? Control myself? Love you more than I do in this moment? Can't fucking lose you ever again? Yeah, all of the above.

Watching her closely, I take in all of her tells. Dilated pupils, check. Heaving chest, check. But it's when her stubborn chin lifts sharply in time with her pelvis begging for more that I know she's two breaths away from losing her fucking mind with her need for harder. For faster. For me.

With her permission, I bury my entire cock inside her ass, and just as my groin meets her flesh, I exhale in relief, although it only lasts a brief moment. My need to fuck takes complete control as I pull back and slam right back inside. Over and over again.

"Now, it's time for you to listen." My hips pump in and out as I take my time, feeling every tight ridge of her ass with her inner muscles squeezing the life out of my dick.

Even from the bottom she tops me from mind to soul.

"For two months, I grieved. The only thing that kept me from blowing my brains out was my thirst for revenge." Leisurely, I pull out then slam back inside as my thumb finds her clit and I feed on her moans. All the while, her eyes are trained solely on me, listening, absorbing my words.

"I spoke to the image of you in my mind and I made unbreakable vows to you." Ducking my head down, I take one nipple into my mouth and suck hard enough to feel her chest bow with my movements. When my teeth close in on her hard, juicy peak, I flick my tongue over the tip, letting go only when her inner walls threaten to suffocate my dick.

"So far, only one of those promises has been kept." My grin is wide when her brows scrunch up in confusion. "You don't know, do you?" Mackenzie shakes her head as my thrusts begin to accelerate, slowly at first, until her moans are back, filling the room with the sweet sounds of her pleasure. "Karma always has an agenda, and while I was in county, she brought me a present."

Fucking her harder and harder, I lean my weight on one arm and bring my hand to her heaving chest before sliding it up to her throat. Distracted by the sight of my tattooed skin, I almost miss the whimper that escapes her panty-filled mouth.

"When I saw him, it was like I had a thin veil of red over my eyes. My skin started to boil, you know like when you've got a fever?" I'm full-out slamming my dick in and out of her, the chains of her cuffs clinking with my movements, creating music as I claim what's always been mine. Only fucking mine.

"But I had that little voice in my head telling me to step back and plan. I couldn't just go in and finish him. No, I had to make sure I got out first and killed all those other motherfuckers." My grunt, mixed in with the long, seductive groan beneath me as the head of my cock hammers against the walls of her ass, feels animalistic. We're barely human at this point, and I'm not sure how I've held on this long. "But when the time came, my sweet Cherry Pie, I made him bleed until the life spilled out of him and all over that filthy county jail concrete."

Mackenzie's back arches as I squeeze her throat tighter, fuck her just a little harder, and growl at the sight of her tears falling from the sides of her eyes as drool pools at the corners of her mouth.

"I killed Goblin for you, Cherry baby. I took his life as payment for disrespecting the sanctity of your existence." Even through the panties, I can hear her cries as her thighs wrap around my neck and her orgasm vibrates through my entire body.

Ripping the panties out so I can soak up her sounds, I press my forehead to hers and let my own orgasm explode right out of me and inside her. Deep and fulfilling. Claiming her breath and owning her pleasure.

It's like I've run a marathon through the desert, my lungs impossible to fill quickly enough, but I find the strength to remind her once more.

"Don't ever lie to me again, Mackenzie, because next time, I may not be so gentle." I won't tell her that I'll walk away, we both know that's never happening. The only way I'll ever leave is if I'm carried out in a casket, and after the hell we've been through, I'm guessing she'd be in there with me.

My lips find hers again and this time I kiss her soft and tender, worshiping her mouth with every lick and nip and whispered praise.

"You're beautiful." Or, "Your scent is life." Or, "You're so strong."

"Aleko?" My lids close at the sound of her tiny, exhausted voice.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I'm sorry I hurt you." I grin because I really needed to hear that. "But this love?" Her voice hitches on the word and my softening cock begins to stir all over again. "This love is bigger than any pain. Mine or yours. I will always protect you. Even if it's from yourself."

Fuck.

Keeping my cock nestled inside her, I uncuff her wrists and pull up the comforter as I reposition our bodies on our sides, one of her legs hiked up on my hip and her head safely under my chin.

"That makes two of us, babydoll."

Later that night, while Mackenzie's soft snores reassure me that she is right where she needs to be, I force myself to leave our bed and grab a hand towel, soaking it with warm water before joining her in bed where I soothe her body and clean her up. It's only when I'm sure she'll be okay that I allow myself to curl up behind her and sigh, finally happy again. That content feeling only lasts a second before her phone dings into the silent night. Reaching back, I palm the phone and catch the message from Spencer.

Spence: Ur mom is asking for u

That protective streak in me kicks in knowing that, right now, what my Cherry Pie really needs is rest.

The outside world can wait.