Chapter 9 #2
Sweat trickled down my back as Sable’s moans turned into pants. I yanked on her hair as I slid my hand between her legs, pushing my finger against her clit as my cock slipped in and out of her tight, wet sex.
“Milo, I…”
“Let go for me.” Bringing my lips to her shoulder, I bit down on her soft flesh.
She screamed out from the pain, or maybe it was pleasure. Everything was jumbled inside my head. The rage, the stress, us being apart, the passion, the satisfaction of a perfect fuck, having her back with me…
The stimulation hit its high as the pull inside my stomach blasted lower and radiated through me. In the moment I came, clarity took over. As long as I had her, there wasn’t anything I couldn’t overcome.
She was my life. It would always be her.
I pulled out of her and ran my thumb over the teeth marks I had left on her flesh. “That might bruise.”
“It was worth it,” she breathed out.
I released her hands from the tie, rubbing her wrists. “They might too.”
“My back is going to hurt and my shoulders will be sore tomorrow.” She turned around to face me. “I won’t be able to walk tomorrow either.”
“Sorry,” I whispered against her lips.
“Don’t apologize.” She caressed my jaw. “Do you feel better?”
“I do.” I grabbed the throw from the edge of the bed and draped it over her as we collapsed to the floor. “Thank you.”
“Milo.”
“Yes, baby.”
“That night at the penthouse, you did show me who you were.” She cuddled against me. “When you realized I had never had sex before, you could have kept going, but you didn’t.”
“That would have been wrong. You needed me to be softer and patient.”
“That’s who you are.”
“Only for you,” I admitted. “You’re the only woman I was brave enough to be myself with.”
“Thank you.” She kissed my chest. “For the record, I like being tied up and slammed into. I crave your control.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” What did I do to deserve this woman? “Next time, I’ll use the Versace.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me.”
“I gave in to you.” I tucked her against my side. “Now you have to give me something.”
“I think I just did,” she said.
Her soft laugh filled me with peace. Wouldn’t it be amazing if our relationship could be light and fun all of the time instead of ominous and full of conflict?
As a couple, we were on point. We could accomplish anything, but with all the outside commotion, we were fighting an uphill battle.
One that I feared was going to prevent us from moving forward.
“I’ll give you whatever you want.” Her melodic voice drew me from my internal torment.
Be careful what you say, Sweet Sable.
“You never told me what Bello said to you.” I ran my fingers down her arm. “This has been a chaotic night, but I need all the information I can get.”
“Does it matter?” She tensed against me. “You know it was him and you know what he wanted.”
“I need to make sure you’re okay.” Being assaulted by Bello had to wreak havoc on her mental well-being. I couldn’t put an ice pack on those emotional bruises. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.”
“His assault triggered me a little more than I would have expected. When he hit me, it brought up memories that I had buried.”
“What memories?”
She was silent for a few minutes, and I debated on whether I should push her. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than she already had been, but I couldn’t help her if I didn’t know what I was up against.
“Memories of being struck when I was a child,” she whispered.
“Who hit you?” I rolled on to my side and guided her to face me. “Who hurt you?”
“My father.”
“You never told me that.” I glided my fingers through her hair. “You said when he started hitting Chance, you both fled.”
“I think I blocked it.”
I couldn’t bear the thought of her being physically abused. Her childhood had been rough, but I thought it was Chance she had been protecting.
“When I recall the abuse, it’s Chance who I see getting smacked and thrown around.” She closed her eyes. “I don’t always remember it being me, but when Bello hit me and I fell to the ground something inside me broke free and I could actually feel the back of my father’s hand.”
This night just kept getting worse. I made a mental note to look her father up and pay him a visit. Someone needed to knock him around. I may not have been able to go after Bello right now, but nothing was stopping me from going after Sable’s deadbeat dad.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she said. “It’s too much for me right now.”
“I can respect that, but there is something I want to say.” I twirled her hair around my fingers because it soothed me. “I’m sorry that your father hurt you.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“What Bello did tonight was my fault.” Why didn’t I do a better job of shielding her from Medina?
“You didn’t deserve to be treated that way by either your dad or Bello.
Your feelings are valid, and if it helps you to block them, I won’t press you, but you have to know that I’m always going to be here for you.
We can talk about it whenever you need to. ”
“I appreciate that, but right now, I don’t feel like I need to.” She rested her palm on my cheek. “You're the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I know you think you failed me today, but you didn’t.”
“We’re going to have to disagree on that one.” I would never forgive myself for leaving her open for an attack. “But moving forward, I will never allow anyone to come at you again.”
“There’s something else you need to know, but I don’t want you to freak out. It isn’t anything I’m worried about because I know you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure this doesn’t happen.”
“What doesn’t happen?”
“Getting your father to take a meeting wasn’t the only message Bello had for you.”
“Sable, I have to know all the threats so I can prepare myself for what has to be done.” This conversation began to set off warning bells in my head. “Even if you’re not worried or you don’t think something is a threat, I still need to know.”
“Bello said that if you and I were no longer together, and if I’m not under your protection, Medina would take the opportunity to…” She shook her head. “We are together and I am under your protection, plus I have Ax, so this would never happen.”
“Medina would take the opportunity to do what?” My instincts already led me to the answer, but I needed to hear her say it. “What did he threaten you with?”
“Trafficking me.”
Fuck no.