I want you. | Taylor Swift x Female Reader

Chapter 23: You're mine.

I sat in the car, anxiously fidgeting with my fingers, my mind tangled in the events of earlier. I barely registered the world outside, lost in thought, replaying every moment, every word.

A sharp knock against the window shattered my daze, making me flinch. My head snapped toward the sound.

Taylor.

She stood outside the car, her sharp eyes locked onto me, unwavering, unreadable. The moment our gazes met, my stomach twisted-not with fear, but with something deeper, something inevitable.

She didn't wait for me to react. The door swung open, and before I could process it, her hand was on my shoulder, firm, grounding-owning.

"You didn't even hear me, did you?" she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk, but there was something else in her voice, something darker, something displeased.

I swallowed, offering a small, sheepish smile, but before I could speak, Taylor's fingers curled under my chin, forcing my head up until I had no choice but to meet her gaze.

I barely had a second to breathe before she kissed me-not soft, not tentative, but claiming. Her lips pressed against mine, demanding, controlling, letting me feel the weight of her presence.

When she pulled back, her thumb grazed my lower lip, her eyes flickering with something dangerous. "Get in the passenger seat."

It wasn't a request.

I obeyed without hesitation, shifting into the other seat as she slid in behind the wheel. The drive home was silent, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Her hand rested heavily on my thigh, her fingers tightening with every mile, every second I remained hers.

"How was your first day?" I asked softly, desperate to break the silence.

"It was fine," she murmured. "But I missed you."

I exhaled, my hand trailing up her arm, squeezing gently. "I got a little surprise for you at home."

A flicker of amusement crossed her features, but she said nothing.

Taylor pulled into the driveway, cutting the engine with a calculated slowness that sent a shiver down my spine. As I reached for the door handle, her voice cut through the silence.

"Don't."

I froze.

Taylor's eyes stayed on me, her tone leaving no room for defiance. "I open your door."

I swallowed, nodding as I let my hand drop back into my lap, waiting.

She took her time. Every step around the car felt intentional, deliberate-like she wanted me to feel every second of anticipation. When the door finally opened, she didn't just offer her hand.

She took me.

Fingers curled around my wrist, her grip firm, unrelenting, pulling me to my feet before I could even steady myself.

But she didn't stop there.

Her hand slid to the small of my back, pressing me flush against her body. I gasped softly, my fingers instinctively clutching at her shirt, but she didn't let me hide.

"Good girl," she murmured, her voice dripping with approval, with possession.

Her hand trailed down my spine, her touch slow, deliberate. "You've been so patient," she continued, her tone almost mocking, dark with amusement. "Sitting there, waiting for me, being so good."

Her thumb brushed against my jaw, tilting my chin up further. Her lips hovered just above mine, teasing. Controlling.

"But now that I have you all to myself," she whispered, her breath hot against my lips, "I don't think I want to be patient anymore."