23. Chapter Twenty Three
I watch as Dawson turns his back to me without a single glance my way and makes his way out of the training room. Really, I don’t know what I should expect. While he seemed to be attentive and caring whilst he brought me out of my panic attack. It shouldn't surprise me that he is already turning his back on me, yet again, like he didnt save me from myself.
Like he wasn’t that man that I fell desperately in love with all those months ago that shined through, just for a moment. It sparks something within me, some kind of determination. That if I can see even a fraction of the person he used to be, that maybe not everything is lost between us.
I don’t bother saying goodbyes to the guys, instead I race out of the swinging doors Dawson just disappeared behind. I almost tumble out of them but instantly right myself as I snap my head in both directions, watching as Dawson disappears around a corner.
“Dawson, wait!” I yell in the hopes of him stopping but after a moment and still no sign of him, I groan. “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
I take off running down the now deserted hallway. As I turn the corner he went around, I get my hopes up in catching up to him but I meet another quiet hallway leading to God knows where.
“Fucking Farlap motherfucker. Needs to clear his goddamn ears out,” I grumble as I come to a stop. I’m just about to turn around and head back to the training rooms when a strong grip grabs onto my arm. I’m pulled into a dark room and slammed up against a wall. I attempt to fight the figure but it's useless. The grip on my wiggling arms is firm and the weight against my body sees me going nowhere anytime soon.
“Fucking Farlap is a new insult. I think I like that one better than asshole.”
Dawson. That fucking dick.
His grip on my arms loosens but only slightly.
“Oh, fuck you!” I snarl, “Did you also hear the part about where I told you to clean out your ears?”
“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” His tone is laced with sarcasm but I don’t find him remotely funny.
I stay silent for a moment and so does he. None of us saying anything. He doesn’t step away from me and I don’t attempt to escape his hold. I feel my heart race, like it tries to fill the silence between us.
“Why did you help me?” My voice is a whisper but it's loud enough for him to hear. I know he does by the way his grip on my arms tighten again and the way his breath hitches, like he wasn’t expecting me to say anything. Especially not this.
He is silent for a moment but I wait him out.
His voice is hoarse as he eventually replies, “I don’t know.”
“I saw you .”
He scoffs and I can imagine the eye roll that would have followed. He goes to step away but my hands shoot up, pulling him back into me.
“Don’t deny it Dawson. I saw you. That man I met that night on the beach. The man that I fell in love with so irrevocably that I’ve seem to have lost all sense of self-preservation. Because that man has me running after him trying to pick up any pieces of what we lost.” I hear Dawson suck in a sharp breath as his body goes rigid underneath my hold. I don’t let it deter me as I continue to pour all the scraps of my broken heart out for him.
“You might be hell-bent on seeing the tail end of me. You might have only seen me as a summer fling, as someone to pass time with but it was never that for me. You stole a piece of my heart the day you left. The day you promised me it wasn’t the end. A piece that will forever belong to you no matter how fucking awful you are to me.” I pause, shaking my head, knowing just how ridiculous I probably look. But the hold he has on me is unrelenting.
“You were never just a fling, Scarlett.” My head snaps up as I try to look at him through the darkness of the room. I don’t expect the soft lips that crash down on mine and for a moment I’m stunned as Dawson’s lips glide over mine; but it's only for a second before I’m returning his kiss.
Our lips move together desperately. I can feel just how hungry he is for me and I return the sentiment ten-fold. Dawson’s hands slide down my body, causing goosebumps to pebble over my skin at the descent.
He caresses the globes of my ass and I can’t control the groan that escapes me. I press my body into his, trying to find any reprieve for my aching core. I yelp in surprise as Dawson lifts me into his arms. My legs swing around his body automatically as I throw my hands around his neck, threading my fingers into his hair.
I roll my body into his, my inner vixen coming alive at his touch. Dawson groans and I swallow it with a kiss, barely able to contain one of my own. Our tongues move together in unison. Like we had been dying for thirst all this time, and are finally quenching that thirst with each other.
Dawson pushes me further into the wall at my back, holding me with nothing but the weight of his body against mine as his hands moved to my waistband.
Breaking our kiss, he tilts his head back. I can feel his stare on my face through the shadows compromising our vision.
“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me to stop.” Under his gravelly tone, I note the seriousness of what he is trying to convey. He wants me just as desperately as I want him. That his hunger for me is just as strong as mine is for him. That he will only stop if I tell him too.
But over nine months of separation from him has made me desperate, if not completely lost of all self respect for any ground rules I had set for myself. All the anger and resentment I feel for him completely faded. All I can see is the man in front of me. The man that promised me we would never be done.
“Don’t stop.” My voice is a pathetic groan.
“Fuck, baby.” Dawson’s voice cracks as he pushes my legs down from his waist. His hands instantly find their place at my wist band again, immediately stripping me of my shorts and underwear. I gasp as the cool air, of what I assume is some kind of closet, hits my flesh.
I feel Dawson crouch in front of me, his hands tapping my ankles as I step from my clothes. I jump when I feel his nose connect with the mound of my pussy. I hear him take in a deep breath and I can’t help but feel self-conscious, knowing just how much I was sweating during our sparring session.
There’s a deep groan straight from Dawson’s chest as I try to turn from his hold on me.
“Fuck, you smell delicious.” I snort, my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Dawson moves his hands from my ankles and I go to step away.
His hands grip my waist and push me back to the wall. “Where do you think you are going, Vixen?” His voice is a deep rumble, turning me into mush.
I stumble on my words as I feel his face return to the spot between my legs. His stubble scratches my sensitive skin as I hear him take another inhale. “You aren’t going anywhere until your legs are shaking and my cum is running down your legs. I am going to fucking destroy you for anyone else, do you hear me?”
I scoff, unable to stop baiting him. I must be a masochist. “I’d like to see you try. What was your name again? Declan?”
Dawson’s hands tighten to the point of pain on my waist, a deep growl escapes him and I know then, I’ve really gone and done it.
“Such a naughty little slut aren’t you, Vixen? You will be eating your words soon enough. The only name you will know is fucking mine.” He doesn’t give me a moment to hit him with another word as he swings one of my legs over his shoulder and dives into my pussy, immediately finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth.
“Fuck, Fuck. Oh my god.” Dawson’s attack on my pussy almost brings me to my knees, the only thing keeping me up right is his hold on me. His tongue attacks me with a hunger I didn’t know one could possess. One of his hands moves from its spot on my hip to my centre where he instantly finds my entrance.
His fingers don’t hesitate as they sink to the hilt inside me. I suck in a sharp breath at the invasion. He instantly adds a second finger and my body stiffens at the slight twinge of pain.
“Relax, Scar.” His voice purrs but it does the job. I feel my body relax at his instruction. He must feel it too as he chuckles. “So fucking obedient for me. You like to act so fucking tough, but really you are just begging for me to tell you what to do, aren’t you?”
I can’t help but moan at his words. That independent woman I thought I had built myself up to be seeming to melt away completely.
“Such a good fucking girl. Milk my fingers baby.”
His tongue returns to my clit as he slowly flicks it. His fingers fuck in and out of my cunt and if it wasn’t for him holding me up, my legs would have collapsed from under me.
I feel my body tighten up, the beginnings of an orgasm tightening my lower stomach. I gasp as Dawson pulls away, his fingers slipping from me.
“What the fuck, Dawson?” I yell at the man who just chuckles in reply. My leg drops from his place on my shoulder as he stands back to full height.
“If you are going to cum on anything, it's going to be my cock.” Dawson’s hands wrap around my thighs as he lifts me back up into his hold. I scream as his cock sinks to the hilt. Tears spring in my eyes at the burn.
“Jesus fucking christ, you are so tight,” he groans, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. I expect him to instantly start moving but he gives me a few moments, seeming to also catch his own breath. Eventually, the burn fades away. It’s almost as though he can read my mind as he pulls his head back.
“Move,” I whimper, needing the orgasm he denied me.
His chuckle is dark, sending a shiver over my skin. “You aren’t in charge here, Vixen.”
I instantly nod, unable to be disobedient. “Sorry, Daddy.” My voice is a meek whimper but I know he hears me.
Dawson inhales a deep breath as his hands tighten on their place at my hips.
“That’s right, baby. I’m your fucking Daddy.”
I gasp as he pulls out right to the tip and slams back inside me. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he begins fucking in and out of me relentlessly.
My nails dig into his shoulders.
Dawson groans, “Mark me, baby.”
“Fuck, Dawson,” I breathe. Dawson instantly stops mid trust. His hands seem to grip my thighs tighter and I’m sure I’ll have bruises there from his grip.
“What did you say?” he growls.
I instantly realise the error of my ways, my eyes going wide. “Daddy. I mean Daddy.”
“I thought you were my good girl?” he rumbles and I can almost imagine the expression on his face. “I don’t have to punish you do I? ”
“No, Daddy. I’m sorry,” I apologise, slightly shocked at my instant submission.
It seems to do the trick though as he follows through on the thrust he was halfway through.
“Holy shit, Daddy!” I yell, tightening my legs around his body.
“Fuck yes,” Dawson moans as his pace speeds up. He fucks me into the wall behind me as I feel an orgasm tighten my stomach again. My pussy clenches around Dawson’s thick length. All inhibitions leave me as the most intense orgasm takes over me. I can’t help the scream that escapes my throat. I feel a rush of liquid flow from my cunt as Dawson’s pace stutters. He follows me over the edge with a roar.
As each of our orgasms slowly start to fade, we stay holding each other tight. The only sound in the dark room comes from our heavy breathing. Eventually Dawson’s cock softens enough that it slips out of me along with what feels like a stream of fluid. I cringe at the unfamiliar feeling. I then also thank myself for taking the pill consistently, at the reminder of Dawson not wearing a condom.
I let my legs drop from Dawson’s waist. He doesn’t step away from me just yet and I’m thankful for it because I know my legs still feel wobbly from the most intense orgasm of my life.
Dawson mumbles something that I can’t quite hear.
“Huh?” I question him but he just chuckles,
“Told you that you’d be eating your words.”
“Shut up,” I grumble but there is no heat to it. I straighten my legs and cringe again as I feel our combined juices fall down my legs.
“Is there anything I can use to clean myself up with? I can feel it all running down my legs.” Dawson finally lets me go but only takes one step away from me. I hear him fumbling around with something, eventually taking a step back into me as he hands me some paper towel.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” That familiar dark chuckle escaping his lips, “you squirted.”
I pause my attempt at cleaning my legs. “What?”
“You squirted. It was hot as fuck.”
I stand there speechless as I squint at him through the darkness of the room. Squirted? I think back to all of the times with my faithful satisfyer and not once did I ever cum the way Dawson was able to make me.
I finish wiping my legs down, eventually finding my discarded underwear and shorts. I feel Dawson’s eyes on me the entire time as I pull them back on. He stays quiet and so do I. Once I fasten the button on my shorts, Dawson steps away from me and opens the door. I follow him out but come to a quick stand still as I meet the eyes of four very pissed off men. I suck in a gasp at the realisation of what just happened and what they heard.
My cheeks redden as I look around at Nicky, Sonny, Pike and Dacre. None of them are looking at me though. They’re all glaring at Dawson who stands strong with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“So what, you think you can just be an asshole all day then get your dick wet and expect everything to be fine?” I jolt at the tone of Dacre's voice. My head snaps towards him in shock. My normally sweet boy’s face is incensed.
Dawson just responds with something between a grunt and a scoff. He is about to retort something that I know won’t help his case whatsoever, so I butt in instead.
“Dacre,” I say, stepping towards him. His eyes shoot to mine and they instantly soften, “it’s okay. Dawson and I have a lot to talk about but he knows I’m not going anywhere.”
I hear a scoff from behind me. I turn and take in the expression on Dawson’s face. “If you think you aren’t leaving Scarlett, you’ve got another thing coming.”
My jaw drops as I stare at him. His eyes bore into me with intensity and I know that he won’t budge from this bullshit ideology that I need to leave.
“You’re fucking kidding me right?” I say in complete disbelief. The audacity of the man standing in front of me stuns me.
Dawson stands his ground, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Do I look like I’m kidding, Scarlett?
I scoff, “You’re delusional, Dawson. What makes you think I can just walk away from this life? I was forced out of it ten years ago, and dragged right back into it. This is my path. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you can control me.” I shake my head, feeling disgusted in him, “I have been a mess for ten fucking years Dawson. For ten years I was under the assumption that my father and brother were dead. That it was just my Mum and I. Little did I realise that I had a whole other life just waiting for me. And this life feels right.
“You may not understand that. You can stand up and yell at me until you are blue in the face that you don’t want this for me but I am finally seeing my true calling. A path that I can slip straight into and be successful. I can make a difference in this world, Dawson.”
It's almost as though he can’t hear a single thing I’m saying. I watch his body tense as he shakes his head.
His anger overcomes him as his stormy eyes darken, “No, Scarlett. You almost fucking died once!” he yells, his body shaking with anger, “I’m not going to stand by and allow you to drag us back in just to watch them take you again. Because this time, I know you won’t come back.”
Dawson doesn’t give me a chance to bite back as he storms away, leaving the five of us staring after him.