Chapter 282: Becoming His

David’s POV

Her words landed like a match on dry tinder.

“You denied me last night. This morning? You won’t be so lucky, boss.”

I gulped so hard that I felt my throat hurt.

Holly didn’t wait for permission. She rolled her hips once…slow, deliberate…grinding her soaked lace panties right along the length of my cock.

The friction was brutal. I hissed through my teeth, hands flying to her waist to stop her, but all I did was grip harder, fingers digging into soft flesh.

She leaned down, lips brushing my ear as she trailed a finger over my bare chest. “You left me aching. Dripping. All night long I felt it…every time I moved, every time I dreamed about your mouth and I’m done waiting.”

“What do you want, Holly? Just say it,” I groaned and she smiled.

“I want everything you can give, boss,” she whispered, running another finger down my stomach…trailing lower.

I flipped us in one rough motion. Her back hit the mattress, legs wrapping around my waist like she’d been waiting for exactly this.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other yanking my shirt up and over her tits. They spilled free…full, nipples already tight and begging.

I didn’t tease this time.

I sucked one into my mouth…hard…teeth grazing just enough to make her arch off the bed with a sharp cry.

My free hand shoved her panties to the side, fingers plunging into her without warning. She was drenched. So fucking wet that two fingers slid in easy, curling immediately to hit that spot that made her thighs shake.

“Fuck…David…”

“Daddy,” I growled against her skin. “Call me Daddy when I’m inside you.”

She moaned the name like it was holy. “Daddy… please…”

I ripped the lace down her legs…didn’t care if they tore. Spread her wide. Notched myself at her entrance and slammed home in one brutal thrust.

She screamed…half pleasure, half shock…nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t even if I wanted to. I fucked her like I was trying to imprint myself into her bones…deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin on skin, bedframe banging the wall in rhythm.

Her head thrashed. “Harder…Daddy, harder…”

I wrapped a hand around her throat…not choking, just holding…feeling her pulse hammer under my thumb.

I leaned down minutes later and bit the side of her neck…hard…sucking until the skin bloomed red and purple under my mouth. A claiming mark. Mine to control, to use and to ruin.

She clenched around me so tight I saw stars.

I pulled out suddenly. Flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her hips up. I spread her ass cheeks and thrust back in from behind…deeper angle, hitting places that made her sob into the pillow.

“Mine,” I snarled, spanking her ass once…sharp, stinging. She pushed back for more. “Say it.”

“Yours…fuck, I’m yours—”

Another bite to her shoulder. Another hickey blooming dark and angry. I reached around, fingers finding her clit…rubbing fast, merciless circles while I pounded into her.

She came first…violent, full-body shudder, walls fluttering and squeezing me like a fist. Her scream muffled into the sheets. I didn’t stop. Kept fucking her through it…harder…until my own release slammed into me like a wild train. I buried myself deep, coming in hot, thick pulses, groaning her name against the back of her neck.

We collapsed together…sweaty, shaking, and breathless.

I rolled us so she was tucked against my chest. My cock was still half-hard inside her, twitching with aftershocks. I pressed a soft kiss to her temple, voice wrecked.

“Be my girl, Holly. For real. Trust me. I’ll protect you. No one will touch you again… no one will ever try to hurt you. I swear it. I’ll fight for what we have. I’ll do whatever you want henceforth, if only you will be mine.”

She turned her face up to mine. Eyes glassy, lips swollen, a lazy, satisfied smile curving them.

“I’m already yours, David. Even before you asked.”

The words punched straight through me. I shouldn’t feel excited…it’s just a game. But I did anyway.

I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles…slow, reverent. “Thank you, Holly. For accepting me.”

I glanced at the clock. “We’ve got about two hours before we need to leave for work. We need to get ready.”

Before she could answer, I scooped her up…legs around my waist, arms around my neck…and carried her straight to the bathroom as she giggled into my neck.

The shower door slammed shut behind us as we stumbled inside, laughing under our breath.

I set her down gently, already grinning, then grabbed a new toothbrush from the shelf, dabbed toothpaste on it, and handed it to her like I was being very serious about bathroom etiquette.

We started brushing side by side, but it didn’t last. She bumped her shoulder into mine on purpose, foam gathering at the corner of her mouth as she smirked. I retaliated by nudging her back, nearly knocking her elbow into the glass.

“Behave,” I tried to say, but it came out garbled around the toothbrush.

She just laughed…then flicked a bit of water at me.

I pulled her behind the sliding glass before she could escape and turned the handle. Hot water poured down on us like rain, steam blooming instantly as her laughter echoed off the walls.

I pressed her back to the tiles…cold contrast to the heat of my body…and kissed her like I was starving. Tongues messy, teeth clashing, hands everywhere. She reached between us, lined me up with a mischievous grin, and I thrust in again…raw, no barriers, just skin on skin.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You feel so good.”

She wrapped her legs tighter. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

I didn’t.

I fucked her against the wall…hard, fast, relentless…water sluicing over us, steam clouding the glass. One hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her ass, holding her open for every deep stroke. She clawed at my shoulders, moaning my name…over and over.

I bit her lower lip. Sucked it. Whispered filthy promises against her mouth.

“Come for me again, baby. Milk me dry.”

She shattered…second orgasm hitting harder than the first…head thrown back, throat exposed, my fresh hickey stark against her skin. I followed right after…growling low, spilling inside her again, hips stuttering as I rode it out.

We stayed like that…panting, foreheads pressed together, water still pouring over us…until the world came back into focus.

I kissed her slowly this time. Soft and lingering.

“Mine,” I murmured.

She smiled against my lips and whispered. “That’s right. Yours.”