Anna came running the moment we stepped back into the mansion's halls, her little feet slapping against the marble. "Daddy!"
She threw herself into my arms, and I caught her despite the lingering ache in my body. "Darling, what's wrong?" I asked softly, brushing her hair back.
"See? Papa bought me a new doll!" She thrust the expensive porcelain thing between us, eyes bright with innocent joy.
"Oh wow… she's beautiful, baby." I forced a smile, turning the doll in my hands while my chest tightened. Normalcy felt like a lie in this place.
"And Papa said he will enroll me in a school!" Anna added excitedly.
I glanced at Charlie, then back to her. "My baby, isn't that nice?"
"No." Her face fell instantly. "Why no?"
"I don't wanna go to school. I want to play with Nanny Rose, Daddy."
"You naughty girl," I murmured, tapping her nose gently. "You will need to go to school, baby. So you can learn first… and protect Daddy one day, okay?"
"There is no need for baby Anna to protect Daddy," Charlie cut in smoothly. He squatted down beside us, one powerful hand still gripping my waist possessively, fingers digging in just enough to remind me I wasn't going anywhere. His dark eyes locked on Anna with calculated warmth. "Because Papa is here to protect both of you. Am I right?"
Anna tilted her head, considering. "Yes… I guess so."
The rest of the afternoon blurred into forced normalcy, but as night fell, Charlie decided it was time to return to his private estate. The drive stretched in heavy silence until I finally spoke.
"Why can't we take Anna with us?"
"No, Kim." His voice was low, final. "My place won't be a good place for a child tonight. Especially with the activities that are going to take place."
"What—?"
Before I could finish, his hand slid boldly inside my pants, fingers wrapping around my cock with deliberate, possessive intent. I gasped as heat flooded my body. He leaned in, capturing my mouth in a fierce, devouring kiss — all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger. Every stroke of his hand matched the intensity, pulling raw, unwilling sounds from my throat. The world narrowed to his touch, his claim, his darkness swallowing me whole.
Then reality crashed back. We were still in the car. The driver. I pushed at his hand desperately. "Charlie—the driver—"
He growled against my lips but withdrew, eyes burning with frustration and promise. "Fine. When we get home."
The moment we reached the estate, he didn't wait. He carried me through the doors like a conquered prize, my body pressed flush against his hard chest. He set me roughly on the kitchen counter, mouth attacking my throat, sucking and biting marks of ownership into my skin until I was gasping. My throat felt dry, pulse racing with fear and something far more dangerous.
He lifted me again, carrying me upstairs to the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind us. This time he tore through my clothes with impatient violence — fabric ripping under his hands as if it offended him. My heart hammered.
"Please… be gentle this time," I whispered, catching his wrists.
Charlie paused, towering over me on the bed, completely naked now, his powerful body carved with muscle and shadowed intent. A dark smirk curved his lips, eyes gleaming with wicked hunger and twisted affection. "Oh, my love…" he murmured, voice rough with lust. "You beg so prettily. But gentleness isn't what you need tonight."
He pinned my wrists above my head with one large hand, his grip bruising and unyielding. His other hand roamed down my body with ruthless possession — squeezing, stroking, claiming every inch as his. When his fingers found my entrance, he didn't hesitate. He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them deep while his mouth latched onto my nipple, biting hard enough to make me arch and cry out.
"You're mine, Kim," he growled against my skin, thrusting his fingers faster, scissoring me open with dark determination. "Every scar, every fear, every fucking breath. I'll bury myself so deep inside you that you'll never think of running again."
I was shaking, torn between the burn of overstimulation and the terrifying pleasure he forced from me. He added a third finger, stretching me mercilessly, his thumb rubbing my cock in tight, possessive circles until I was leaking and whimpering beneath him.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, I barely had time to breathe before he gripped my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. The stretch was overwhelming — pain and fullness blending into a haze that made my vision blur. Charlie didn't give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard, deep, relentless, his hips snapping against my ass with punishing rhythm.
"Fuck— so tight for me," he groaned, one hand fisting my hair to yank my head back, forcing me to arch. His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to remind me who controlled my air, my body, my everything. "Scream for me, my love. Let me hear how much you need this."
Every thrust dragged against that spot inside me, sending white-hot pleasure ripping through my nerves. I couldn't hold back the broken moans, the sobs of overwhelming sensation. He pounded into me like he was trying to carve his name into my soul, sweat-slick skin slapping against mine, his low, filthy growls filling the room.
"You take me so well… even when you fight it." He bit down on my shoulder, hard, marking me as he drove deeper. "No one else will ever touch you again. Not the past. Not anyone. Only me."
My orgasm hit violently, ripping through me until I was spilling onto the sheets with a shattered cry. Charlie followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot release, his body shuddering against mine as he claimed me completely.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he collapsed over me, still buried deep, arms locking around my trembling frame like iron chains. His lips brushed my ear, voice dark and sated. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Anyone who tried before… they will pay tenfold. You're safe now. You're mine."