Goosebumps erupt all over my body. Before I know it, my hands are stuck again, and my pants join the pile, leaving me completely naked beneath him.
He hisses beneath the mask. My body heats, feeling him brand the sight of me into his memory, from my puckered nipples down to the wetness coating my inner thighs.
Red blossoms across my skin, and I wiggle around to try to cover myself. No one has ever seen me this vulnerable and bare. And he’s there, fully clothed and leaving everything to the imagination.
“Fucking hell,” he groans and releases my hands so that he can knead at my breasts like they’re the most precious things in the world. “Just look at you. Jesus—Fuck,” he mutters gruffly, shaking his head. “I can’t believe how stunning you are. Look at how perfectly your tits fit in my hands. Your pussy is going to be so fucking tight. I just know it.”
I whimper as the rough material of his jeans rubs against my clit as he continues exploring my body, slapping my hands away every time I attempt to hide from him.
He keeps me in place by holding his hands on my hips while pulling himself out of his pants and teasing at my entrance.
I squirm as more arousal pools between my legs. “Mickey,” I gasp.
He slides himself up and down my center, coating himself in my slick. I can’t look away as he does it over and over, the head hitting my clit each time.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he growls, pulling my head back by my hair. When I do nothing but squirm against him, he says, “That wasn’t a question, Isabella. It wasn’t a fucking suggestion, either. Beg me to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”
The air is so charged with angst and desire I can practically taste it. “Mickey.” I shiver from the cold and anticipation.
“Mickey, what? Leave you like this, alone in the woods, all horny and wet?” he muses, purposefully bumping my clit with the head of his dick.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Do you want me to shove my cock into you and fuck you hard like the dirty little girl you are? Huh, is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I pant.
My entire body buckles and spasms when he rams his fingers inside me, thrusting fast and hard. I scream, and my eyes roll to the back of my head until I see stars. My nails sink into his arms while my legs squeeze around him. Still, his vicious assaults don’t slow.
Pressure builds in my core, tightening my muscles. I writhe and chase the high, but he pulls his fingers out right before I find release.
I whimper, completely delirious, as he snarls, “Then fucking say it, Bella.”
I shake my head but cry, “Mickey, please fuck me.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he drives his dick inside me until there’s nothing left to give. My whole body convulses from the intrusion, and I scream out. The stretch causes pain to thunder through me, followed by mind-numbing pleasure.
“Shh, you’re doing such a good job.” He gives me a second to breathe, then pulls back and sinks in fully.
Then, a second time.
Drawing himself out to the very tip, he slams into me. His hands stay on my hips to stop me from sliding on the soggy ground.
“That’s it. Take my cock,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “God, you’re bleeding all pretty, Princess.”
He does it again, and again, and again, until it doesn’t hurt as much anymore.
“Fuck, I need to kiss you.”
First, he pulls off the smiling mask. Then, with one hand, his shirt lands next to my clothes, and my breath catches in my throat. My eyes widen as I see the bare skin of his chest and arms for the first time in three years.
Almost every inch of him is covered in tattoos. Different animals and designs were painted on his figure in dark ink, some that looked like he had drawn them. But that’s not what my attention is fixed on.
It’s the only one I can see where the black has turned gray with age.
A single word is at the center of his chest, just above his heart.
Bella.
His lips meet mine before I can process the tattoo.
“You’re mine.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.” Thrust. “You’re not getting away from me.” Thrust. “You’re not going anywhere.”
With each thrust, he’s marking another part of my soul. And it frightens me. I’m unsure if I can give myself to him in the way he wants—the way he is to me.
I don’t realize I’m shaking my head until he stops.
“Scream if you want me to keep going. Tell me you love me if you want me to stop.” The muscles in his arms flex like he’s trying to hold himself back.
My eyelashes flutter as I try to get my bearings and ignore how his cock is twitching inside me. “That—that doesn’t make any sense.”
He lowers himself so his lips brush mine. “If you can still speak while I fuck you, I don’t deserve to have you.”
I stare up at him, unable to do anything but glance at the tattoo and then back at his face. I could call him Roman. He’s given me an out.
Mickey allows me precisely three seconds, then pounds into me, savage and merciless, squeezing my flesh in his hands. This isn’t love-making or sex. He’s fucking me. And it’s perfect.
Roman might be his name, and that will forever be a part of him. But buried deep down in the softest part of my mind, I know he’ll always be my Mickey. They’re the same person, but completely different at the same time.
It’s brutal, yet tender. Claiming and commanding. His mouth latches onto one of my nipples, and he sucks, lathers, and bites. But he doesn’t stop there.
He keeps trying to ruin me.
His fingers strum against my sensitive skin, sending electricity to every atom that makes up my being. The stimulation is almost too much, and I can barely make out the top of his head from the haze over my vision.
I pant and screech and beg, but he doesn’t give up. My body cannot fend him off as pleasure explodes in my core, wild and unbridled. It sweeps through my bones and sends my mind into a faraway plane.
Shoulders tense, jaw tight, and abs rippling, he never once looks away from me. He never once stops touching me. Whether it’s my ass, my breasts, or fisting my hair, every bit of his attention is given to me.
Silver catches my attention, but it isn’t his eyes. A coin-shaped pendant swings and hits his chest in time with his movements. I try to make out the writing on the necklace, but I’m struggling to even make out my name on his skin from the mind-bending sensations he’s bringing me.
“You’re fucking addictive. Do you feel your cunt milking my cock?” he pushes out between pants as he continues his pace, stealing more pleasure from me than I can give. “I’m going to fill this little pussy of yours, and you’ll feel me dripping out of you all fucking day. And you know what’s going to happen tomorrow? I’m going to fill you all over again.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he slams into me more forcefully than before. Warmth pools inside me as he empties himself, eyes squeezed shut before he collapses on top of me, more relaxed than I’ve ever felt him.