CHAPTER FIVE
ERIC
I didn’t mean to scare her. It was the last thing I wanted to do. But if I wanted her to trust me, I needed to tell her the truth. I meant to reassure her, to show her that that if there was anyone in this world who could protect her, it was me. I just needed to figure out a way for her to understand that.
“Please. Hold, still,” I hissed the words against the back of my hand as I held it over her mouth.
She struggled against me and by God did I enjoy that. I’d been lying in bed, night after night, imagining what it would be like to have her in my arms. To have her squirming in need as I tortured her sweet pussy with my mouth. I wanted to know what her moans tasted like, what a whimper of my name would entice as I slid into her.
Having her struggle against me, the feel of her breasts smashed up against my chest, her soft breaths tickling my hand, it all felt so real, so fucking perfect.
“Keep still, baby girl. I don’t want you to harm yourself.”
Her eyes suddenly met mine and the world stopped. I felt her body meld into mine as I held her up in my arms. If only this could have been different. If only I could have met her first. I could feel her ragged breath along my lips, the fear in her eyes was undeniable. Yet the trace of need was unmistakable. A reflection of my own.
Gently, I slid my hand away, my fingertips lingering on her soft lips. Her breaths came out shaky, but she didn’t scream. Her lips held me hypnotized as I traced their kissable curves.
“H-how?” she whispered gaining back my attention.
“How what?”
“How did you find me?” Her hushed tone holding that secret.
“I have my ways,” I murmured, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
I traced her jaw and cupped her cheek, her eyelids fluttering shut as she licked her lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly.
“Do it.”
“Do what, baby girl?”
Tears glided down her cheeks, dampening the palm of my hand. “Kill me.”
“What?” I leaned back, cupping both her cheeks. “What are you talking about?”
Her eyes, shining with tears, met mine. “I’d rather be dead than be dragged back to him.”
“Is that what you think I’m here for?” I let her go and took a step back, but she didn’t run. She simply leaned back, seemingly exhausted, clinging to the door behind her for support.
“Aren’t you? Didn’t you come here for that? Isn’t that what you were hired for? Kill me. Do it. Bury me out back. That way he’ll never find me, and I’ll finally escape.”
She took a step toward me and gripped the lapels of my jacket. “I’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”
I took in her broken features and realized I needed to protect her not just from the man who had stolen her life, but also from herself. I pulled her into me, holding her close as she began to sob.
“There is absolutely no way in hell, I’d ever harm you. Let alone kill you.”
“Please,” she sobbed against me and my heart broke for her. My sweet girl with the golden hair and light eyes. She was going to be my greatest feat or my greatest downfall.
“I can’t do that, baby girl. That’s not going to happen.” I gripped her arms and leaned back so I could look down at her.
“Why are you here then? Did you come to torture me?” She hiccupped, brushing her tears away.
I smirked. “Torture. Yes. I came to torture us both.”
I swiped her tears away and her large glimmering eyes looked up at me. “What do you want?”
“You,” I stated simply.
“Me?”
“Yes. I came here searching for you, but what I found was something I can’t really put in to words. All I can tell you is that I didn’t come to take you away. And I stayed, so I can make you mine.”
“Yours?” She shook her head, taking a step back. I latched on to her arms, afraid she was going to run.
She looked up at me like a frightened fawn. “I don’t know you.”
“You will.”
“How am I supposed to trust you?”
“Trust is built.”
She stared back at me and I gave out a deep sigh. “Just give me a chance.”
She bit down on her sumptuous lip and I couldn’t help myself. Leaning down I took her mouth in mine. She froze, her hands splayed out against my chest. Our lips met, and I slowly coerced hers to open for me. She fought me, and I couldn’t deny the fact that I enjoyed that fight.
Grabbing her by the waist, I dragged her up against me, molding my lips to hers and forcing her mouth to comply. She whimpered and struggled in my grasp. Her hands fisted in my shirt as she tried to pull away, but it was no use, and she knew it.
I gripped her head, sucking on her bottom lip as whimpers escaped her and got lost within my guttural moan. She struggled against me, slamming her fists on my chest and I grabbed at them, forcing them behind her. I looked down and my cock nearly exploded at the sight of her cleavage being pushed out against her black tank top. Leaning forward, I couldn’t help myself. Licking a path from the top of one slight curve and along the other I realized there was no stopping the beast in me tonight.
“Please.” I looked up at her as my tongue dipped along the hollow of her cleavage and she bit her lip and held her breath.
“You can either play nice, or play hard to get, either way your mine tonight.”
“You can’t.”
“Watch me,” I lifted her into my arms and dropped her onto the mattress. She tried to get away, but gripping her ankles I slid her down, spreading her legs wide open for me. She sat and slapped me, and I smiled, loving the fire that burned within her.
“That’s it, baby girl. Hit me, kick me, punch me, but tonight I want you to scream for me.”
I slid my hands up her thighs, lifting her black plaid skirt as I went. She thrashed on the bed, her hips lifting and giving me the advantage of ripping off her blue cotton panties. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her pussy and watched as it undulated before me. A glimmer of sweetness coating her lips and I grinned. The dirty girl was aroused.
I gripped her by the hair and lifted her to meet me head on. Her ragged breaths lingered on my mouth and I couldn’t help but drag my tongue along her upper lip. Tasting her again.
“You followed me because you wanted a taste. Now, you’re going to deny me?”
“I don’t want it like this,” her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her body rippled with anger.
“Then how? Show me.”
I let her hair go and fell over her, my arms and body caging her onto the mattress. I could tell she was confused, uncertain.
“I-I don’t know what I want,” she confessed.
“Hmmm…does your pussy ache?”
She bit her lip and after a long pause, she nodded.
“Do you want me?”
“I don’t know.”
I caressed her cheek and her eyelids fluttered shut again. “I like when you fight me. It turns me on.”
“Oh?” She whimpered looking up at me. Her eyes were going to get me killed.
“Fight me.”
“What?”
“Fight me. Kick me. Claw at me. I want you to hurt me.”
“I-I can’t do that.”
I shook off my jacket and tore off my shirt. Grabbing at her tank top, I tore it open exposing her small breasts.
“Yes, you can,” I growled as I took one the small buds into my mouth. I completely sucked it into my mouth until she yelped and gripped my hair.
“More,” I growled as I nipped at her other breast, gliding my teeth across her hard nipple.
She arched her back, her nails digging into my scalp. I reached between her legs and slid my fingers along her silky mound. She was already drenched, and I’d only just begun.