Born Mine
Chapter 66

I delved into the longest speech I had in my entire life. I told him why I went and what I found out. I didn't even stop to take a breath and throughout the entire time I was talking, Darius just stood there watching me without a single expression on his face. For a second, I wondered if I was even making any sense but I couldn't stop myself. By the time I was finished, I had to inhale deeply to get air back into my lungs.

I watched Darius carefully waiting for him to show a glimpse of emotion but he didn't. He kept staring at me with a look so intense that I had to look away. I decided to look around his room and the more my eyes wandered, the wider they opened. His room was larger than mine which I thought was impossible. It was very simple with a large bed, a work table with papers scattered over it, a bean bag, a couch in front of a fireplace and a walk-in closet. His room had black walls which I expected and dark sheets as well.

"Let me get this straight," Darius said finally, snapping my eyes back to him. "You decided to go down to see the man who almost killed you because you had a feeling that he had a message from the woman who sent him to kill you."

When he said it like that, it sounded stupid but I nodded slowly. He scoffed and ran his hand through his hair then began to pace. I knew he was trying his hardest not to yell at me but in that moment, I would have taken his yelling over his silent and brewing anger. He would occasionally turn to me and open his mouth as if prepared to speak but close it immediately and begin to pace.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled softly. "I should never have gone without telling you but you would have never left me if I didn't tell you. I was able to get him to speak so I think that counts as a bonus. What he said might help you-"

"I don't care," he cut me off with a growl. I was taken aback by the force in his words. "When will you get it through your thick skull that I do not care? I didn't care about getting information from him, I could have done that a while ago. He was sitting in that cell because he tried to fucking kill you, not because I needed information."

I was so shocked by his words that I didn't realize I was taking subconscious steps backward until my knees hit the foot of the bed. I expected him to be angry but I never expected this to be the reason. It was still hard to wrap my head around but it sounded like Darius was worried about me. The more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was dreaming but the proof was right in my face in the form of a fuming Darius.

"I didn't think-"

"That's the problem, you never think. You never worry about the punishment of your actions because you have never been punished a day in your life. I am sure if you were spanked at least once in your goddamn life then you wouldn't be so careless."

"I already said I was sorry, okay? I thought I was helping so if you will excuse me.'

I didn't know why I was being so brazen even after I knew I was wrong but I was playing with fire. Darius moved so quickly that I barely had time to process it. One second, I was standing and the next, he was seated on the bed and I was thrown over his lap with my stomach pressed against his thighs. My breath hitched in my throat and when I tried to rise, he pinned me down.

"What are you doing?" I asked but he ignored me. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my lounge pants and he tugged them along with my panties until they were bunched around my ankles. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

The words were barely out of my lips when his hand came down hard on my ass cheek.

I heard the sound before I felt the sting and I jerked forward on impact- it hurt. I opened my mouth to complain but his hand collided with the same ass cheek again and I hissed but this time was different. When I jerked forward from the impact, my core grazed over his thigh eliciting a burst of pleasure in me.

I started counting in my head but I lost track after I hit five because the ache was unbearable. I wanted something more but his firm grip over my back prevented me from moving.

"You. Need. To. Learn. To. Fucking. Listen." He punctuated each word with another smack and by the time he was done, I knew I had made a mess on his thigh.

His hand came down again but this time it was to massage my cheeks softly and I let out a small moan when his pinky finger dipped forward and lightly stroked my core.

"You enjoyed that more than you should have," he murmured as he brought he pulled me into a sitting position.

I looked down at his thigh and sure enough there was a wet patch on his legs but I didn't seem to care. My ass and pussy were throbbing simultaneously and all thought rushed from my brain when he brought his pinky which was coated with my juices to my lips. I sucked it into my mouth immediately and I saw his eyes darken.

He shifted my position so I was sitting on his lap with my legs spread wide. My back was pressed to his chest and as I looked forward, I realized I was facing the standing mirror. I could see everything- my pants bunched around my ankles, the tears at the corner of my eyes, my glistening pussy and the sex-starved look in my eyes. Darius was pressed up perfectly behind me and I hated to admit how good we looked together. "Look at how much you want it," he whispered as he trailed his hand down my body. He took his time trailing his fingers down my torso and pausing to knead my breasts in his hands. I kept my eyes on the mirror as he fisted my shirt at the hem and pulled it over my head. It was erotic watching him undress me, it was like I was spying on something private- something intimate.

His hands went back to my breasts and I threw my head back into his shoulder as he tweaked my nipples until they were hard as rock. He kissed down the path of my neck while toying with my body like his personal violin. I lifted my hips desperate for something to fill me and Darius just laughed. I knew he was having fun watching me squirm and the truth was I enjoyed it too.

His lips moved up until I felt his hot breath by the shell of my ear. "Look at the mirror baby, I want you to see how well you take me."

Just those words had me moaning loudly. I forced myself to look straight ahead at the mirror and I watched as his finger trailed down until he got to the apex of my thighs. He didn't spend any time teasing or playing, he pushed two fingers inside of me and it took all my willpower not to shut my eyes.

I watched as his fingers moved in and out of me. I watched as his fingers got soaked with my juices but what had me was the look in his eyes, it was more than want, it was a need. He held onto me and he watched the apex of my thighs as his hand moved in and out. He wasn't playing games, he was playing me and I was letting him. His thumb played with my clit while his fingers curled inside of me to hit that spot that had my toes curling and my hands flying up to cup the back of his neck firmly.

He groaned as my nails scraped his skin but he didn't complain. If anything, it spurred him on further. I never knew watching could be as erotic as it was. His thumb flicked my clit hard and I came over his fingers. I shut my eyes and allowed myself to drown in the pleasure that he was giving me. He rode out my orgasm with his fingers and when I had come down from my high, he pulled out his fingers and sucked them clean as if he was savoring a meal.

In a flash, I was thrown on the bed and Darius was pulling my pants off my legs. I panicked and I couldn't stop the next words from coming out of my mouth.

"I won't fuck you in your bedroom," I blurted out and his brows rose. "If we want to keep this the way it is then it can't happen in your bedroom. It will be too intimate."

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"I'm serious." My voice was growing weaker by the second. "We agreed that it was going to be just sex."

"I don't recall agreeing to that," he mused as he climbed over me. "I had my fingers inside of you and you think you're going to stop me from making you cum on my cock because you're in my room?"

"I-"

I went quiet instantly as he teased my opening with his head.

"You seem to forget that this isn't the one-night stand you think it is. We will be

married sooner or later, this will be your room sooner or later, so why don't we christen

it now?" He pushed into me a little. "I need a verbal agreement from you Leindra, or I will stop."

"You wouldn't dare."

As if on cue, he pulled out. "Say it or leave, those are your only two options."

I wanted to punch him but I was too turned on so I settled for the next best thing. "Please, fuck me."