Somewhere in the back of my head I thought she’d be happy to see me, that she’d fall in with my plans for us without question. The rocking, crying and panic attack I wasn’t expecting. She’s not the same sweet, quiet girl she was when she left GAA, she’s different, but I don’t want her any less. In some ways she’s broken, in others she’s stronger than ever and despite her reluctance, I want her more than I ever did before.

My arms are wrapped around her, probably a little tighter than they should be, but it feels as if I give her an inch of space, she’ll hide herself behind her wall of hurt and I won’t allow her to put distance between us. I don’t regret taking her virginity, it was always mine, it has been since she was fifteen, but a part of me wishes it hadn’t been in anger.

The moment she strode into the kitchen in nothing but tiny panties and a bra, the night was always going to end with my dick rammed inside of her, but when she took off her clothes and kissed Hunter, my sanity dissolved and I became nothing more than fury and fire.

Perhaps tomorrow when bruises mar her flawless skin, I’ll feel some remorse, but I doubt it. I like the idea of marking her, I did it in high school to punish her and tell everyone that she was mine and now my dick has been in her cunt I want to plant a flag in her womb and fill it with my kid.

I’ve never not used a condom before now and it was fucking glorious. I don’t care what she wants, now I’ve felt her wrapped around my cock, there’s no way I’ll ever put anything between us. Until now she’s been on an oral birth control, but I took the supply of pills from her room when I was in there yesterday, and I won’t be allowing her to renew it. Her medical records show it was only prescribed to stop her from getting pregnant, not for anything else so she’ll be fine without it.

Her fingers touch my hand around her waist and I smile to myself, until she starts to try to lift my arm. “What are you doing?”

“I need to pee and then go back to my room.”

“This is your room now.”

Her sigh is weary, and there’s a shakiness to the sound that warns she’s close to tears again. “Does it matter that I like my room and don’t particularly want to share with you?”

“No.” I chuckle, I know this isn’t a funny moment, but I can’t help but be amused by her.

“If you’re keeping me here, the least you can do is let me pee so I don’t get a UTI, and then feed me, I really am hungry.”

“If you hadn’t decided to try to use Hunter as a pole, we’d have eaten the dinner Clay cooked for us by now.”