I’ve never spoken those words before. If I did it was as a kid to my birth parents. With her, the word comes easy. I understand what it is. At least it’s got to be what this is. I’ve seen people do crazy shit over love, and I’m fucking insane when it comes to Eve.

“Say it,” I order, not answering her. Her hips wiggle, and I know her body is ready for me to move.

“Yes, you can love me.”

“Too late.” I kiss her as I pull out and thrust back into her.

“Marco,” she moans against my mouth.

“That’s it, angel, say my name.” I pick up my pace. I’m ready to come again, but I fight it off. Not until I’ve got her with me. I dig my knees into the mattress, pressing down harder, wanting her to feel that she’s pinned under me. That she’s mine. That no other man will ever have her in this way or any other.

“Yes, Marco. Oh, God,” she cries. Her pussy clamps down around me.

“Fuck,” I grunt. She’s soaked, but her pussy is as tight as a vise, sucking me in as she comes around my cock. I thrust as deeply as I can, exploding inside of her. I groan into her ear, wanting her to hear what she does to me. Nothing has ever felt this good in my whole damn life. “Won’t let you go,” I vow.

Eve is all mine now. There’s nowhere on this earth she could go that I wouldn’t find her. I’m not sure she knows what she’s done, but it doesn’t matter. Both our fates are sealed.

10

Eve

I’ve been here for two days. Marco hasn’t said one word about me going anywhere. But one thing is for sure: he’s driving me insane. I glare at him out the window as he brings down his ax on a log. The thing explodes under his force. He grabs another log and does it again. The muscles in his arms flex. He grunts this time. I press my thighs together. Yeah, I’m gonna murder him.

I march over to the door and pull it open. Snow is sitting on the porch right in front of the door, guarding it. The dog is sweet as hell, but he’s also very well-trained and protective.

“Get in here.” I snip at Marco as he brings the ax down again.

“It’s cold.” He stares at my bare legs.

“Stop being a thirst trap and get in the house,” I order. He picks up the ax and swings it down into the tree stump before stomping my way.

“The fuck is a thirst trap?” He stomps the snow of his boots before he pulls them off. I back up to make room for him to get into the house. Not much, though. I want him to brush against me. The man has flipped on some invisible switch inside of me. My body is no longer my own. He owns it. He said he was going to ruin me, and he has. He’s made me crave him.