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Fuck. Her surrender sounds like a goddamn drug, flooding my senses with euphoria. I’ve never felt more alive, more powerful. Iknewshe wanted this.
I knew my girl wanted me,cravedme just as much as I did her. And now, she’s mine in every way that matters; there’s no escaping that now.
I pull back, letting my eyes roam over her face, taking in the flushed cheeks, the teary eyes, the way she’s trembling with the aftermath of everything we’ve just shared. She’s goddamn perfect, even in her brokenness. Fuck, especially in her brokenness.
“We’re going to build something beautiful together, Cara,” I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “But first, you need to understand—there’s no running from this. From us. If you ever try to leave me…”
I let the threat hang in the air, unspoken but clear. Her eyes widen, but she nods, the fear in her gaze mixed with a dark, twisted acceptance.
I smile, satisfied with her submission. I know this isn’t the end. My girl is tough, and there’s still more fight in her, but tonight, she’s spent. Tonight, she has no energy left for this little game. There are still pieces of her that need to be molded so she can see just how perfect we are for each other. So that she can accept me,us.
But she’s close. So fucking close.
I step back, releasing her wrist and watching as she slowly sinks to the floor, her body giving out from exhaustion. She’s beautiful like this, vulnerable and at my mercy, just as she should be.
Reaching down, I gently lift her into my arms, cradling her against my chest. Her head rests against my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. I carry her through the darkened house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom, sitting her down gently on the side of the tub.
Turning the chrome faucet, I fill the bath for Cara, watching the water and steam rise and the mirrors become fogged. The scent of vanilla fills the air as I pour in the soap, creating thick, luxurious bubbles. The warmth of the water and the softness of the bubbles—they’re all for her. To help her relax and understand that I might be rough, but I’m not a fucking monster.
Not entirely, anyway.
I care, and I need her to know just how important taking care of my possessions is to me.
I turn to see her sitting on the tub, her eyes wide. She’s still frightened. But there’s no need for that. Not anymore. I walk over and gently help her to her feet. I slide the remnants of her torn and tattered costume down her body and steady her as she steps out of it before I guide her to the tub. She doesn’t resist, surprisingly. But I guess she’s running on empty after what she’s been through tonight. Her body is weak and exhausted after my assault.
I doubt anyone has fucked her as hard as I did, so being this sore, thisexhaustedis new to her.
She steps into the tub, using me for support, and I ease her into the water.
“Just relax, little nightmare,” I whisper, my voice as calm as the water enveloping her. “I’ll take care of you.”
I pick up the sponge, soaking it in the warm water before running it gently over her skin, washing away the dirt and grime from the pumpkin patch. I can see the tension leaving her body, her muscles unwinding as I wash her with slow, deliberate strokes. She leans into the touch, and for a moment, I thinkmy girl finally understands—she knows that this is how it’s supposed to be.
That, with me, is where she belongs.
When I reach her hair, I pour water over it, using my fingers to brush out the dried leaves and chunks of dirt as I feel the silky dark strands slip between my fingers. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I squeeze some onto my hands before massaging it into her scalp and working it into a lather. She sighs, melting under my touch, and I can’t help but smile.
She’s finally mine. All fucking mine.
Just like we both wanted.
Everything I did to get here, to this fucking moment with my girl, was worth it. The blood I shed, the cameras, the stalking, all of it brought me here, andfuckif tonight hasn’t been the best fucking night of my life. But it wasn’t only my doing.
All the small things my little nightmare did to get my attention helped ensure I’d be right where I am now, because even she wanted this.
Sure, she may not have loved my gift as much as I expected, but I’ll blame that on the night's events. Maybe I shouldn’t have spooked her so much in the corn maze, and then again in the pumpkin patch, but she had it coming.
Going out like that, in that tiny little dress. Showing off that perfect little inked body, she’s just lucky it was me she crossed paths with and not fucking Jonah.
At least for once, she actually had her needs met.
Even if I did go out of my way to ensure it.
When I’m done rinsing her hair, I lift her out of the water, pull a black towel off a hook on the wall, and wrap it around her body. I gently wipe her off, making sure every inch of her is warm and dry. Then, I lift her back into my arms before carrying her down the hall to her bedroom. I can’t help but wonder if she’s confused about the fact that I know my way around herhouse, because after how fucked up she was when I brought her home that night, there’s no way she remembers me being here.
I help her into clean clothes, soft and comfortable, before guiding her back to the bed. She looks at me, and there’s something in her eyes—something like resignation. She’s learning. She’s finally starting to understand.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the handcuffs, securing one around her wrist and the other to the bed frame. She doesn’t fight it, just watches me with those wide, tired eyes. I brush a strand of wet hair from her face, smiling down at her.
