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Oz took me to his house against my will. He didn’t kidnap me, but it definitely wasn’t my choice to go. Then once he had me in his territory, he growled, kissed, and possessed me, and now he’s married and possibly impregnated me.
Am I lost to some odd Stockholm scenario where I’ve fallen for my monster?
“Little One, we’re home,” Oz says softly, pulling me from my bizarre meandering thoughts.
Blinking, I startle when I find him standing outside the truck, my door open while he leans inside, his expression worried.
“Are you okay?” he asks, reaching over me to unfasten my seat belt.
“Err.” I nod. “Sorry, I got stuck in my head.”
Sliding his arm beneath me, he lifts me from the truck, carrying me bridal-style into the house.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Malik,” he says with a playful wink.
“Was all that real? Did we just get married?” I ask, wondering if I drank more than I remember and imagined everything that happened in the last hour.
“It was completely real. You’re my wife, and I’m your husband.”
“Oh god,” I say, covering my mouth with a shaking hand. “We can’t be married. What did we do? We can’t. We can’t,” I say on a rush.
“We can, and we have,” he says, his tone going cold as he bypasses the lounge and heads straight up the stairs. Lowering me to my feet beside the bed, he starts to undress me, tugging my dress up and over my head.
“Oz, wait,” I weakly protest, taking my dress from his hands and using it to cover myself. “We can’t have sex. If we do, we can’t get an annulment.”
“We’re not getting a fucking annulment,” he snarls angrily, ripping the fabric from my fingers and flinging it across the room.
“But we can’t stay married, it’s crazy,” I cry, a wave of panic overwhelming me.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. You’re going to be my wife until I take my last breath. I’ll never let you go, I’ll never give you a divorce, you’re mine, Etta. Fucking mine.” As he rants, he yanks my panties and bra off, ripping them in his haste to get me naked.
“I was drunk,” I say, desperately trying to convince myself.
“No, you weren’t, you were tipsy at best, more than sober enough to make a choice, and you did. You chose me. You chose to say I do. You chose to give yourself to me.”
Spinning me around, he presses his hand to the middle of my back, pushing me down until my chest is pressed against the mattress. Heat fills my cheeks as he kicks my feet apart, and I feel coolness coat the soaked folds of my sex.
I should be scared. I should be angry and cold and fighting. But I’m not. Instead, I’m burning up inside, filled with a tidal wave of lust and want and need. Oz is the demon of my nightmares, my childhood tormentor, and the man who wants to control and own me.
Part of me wants to pretend that he’s the villain, and maybe he is, but he’s also my husband, and as he slides his cock through my arousal, then positions the head at my entrance and pushes his way into my body, I stop lying to myself and admit the truth.
I want to belong to him just as much as he wants to own me.
Oz and I have had a lot of sex since he barged into my bedroom in the middle of the night, but never like this. His dick is pounding into me, but it’s more than just a physical action. I can feel the rawness of his emotions, I can feel the anger and all-consuming need to dominate me because of what I said.
He’s not trying to hurt me, but each time he slams into my body, it feels like a punishment, and I take it all because I need to feel the connection between us. I need him to claim me, even if it is brutally intense.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
“I’m yours.”
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I admit on a cry as an orgasm detonates through me, bursting from nowhere and making me feel like I’m underwater and everything around me is muffled and quiet.
“Tell me you’re my wife,” he orders.
His voice makes the water disintegrate, and instead of the quiet, my ears are filled with the animalistic sounds of our flesh slapping together and the wetness of my pussy welcoming his cock inside of me.
