CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ARACELY
My eyes fluttered open and I squinted from the bright streams of light that shone through the windows. I tried to sit up and pain shot up my abdomen and stole my breath away.
“Lie still.”
His deep voice resonated through me and I looked up to find him staring down at me. He looked tired and worn out, his hair was mussed up, his eyes dark and exhausted. I reached out to him and he grabbed my hand.
“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” He kissed my hand and my heart sang.
I didn’t really want to say anything, so I let my tears fall. He’d become my savior in so many ways, the only person in this world who knew me. Yet, he wanted me. Broken and all and he wanted me.
I gently placed my hand on his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into it. I wanted to say so much, yet there were no words to express how grateful I was to him, how much I needed him, how much I cared for him.
“The police have Shane in custody. He’ll be facing prosecution soon.”
I frowned, not fully understanding what happened. “How?”
“I shot him. He won’t ever walk straight again, I assure you.”
“I thought you killed him.”
He nodded. “I was going to. Fuck, I wanted to rip his heart out for what he did. But I realized something last night.”
“What was that?”
“I couldn’t kill him. I didn’t want to.”
“Oh?”
“Aracely…” he looked down at my hand for a long time. I could see his jaw clenching, his throat working, he was fighting something deep.
“It’s okay, you can tell me. You can tell me anything.”
His eyes met mine, sorrow and tears shimmered in those dark cerulean orbs. “You’re mine.”
I smiled. “Yes, I think you’ve mentioned that before.”
He shook his head. “In every way. I realized last night that I didn’t want to be anywhere else, but here. I realized I have been fighting so hard to keep you safe, and in an instant it all slipped through my fingers. I don’t want to lose you, Aracely. I’m scared shitless thinking I could have lost you because I wasn’t here.”
“You’ll never lose me,” I flinched as the pain shot through me again.
“I swear, I should have fucked him up for life.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I’d much rather have you here by my side. Always. Rather than behind bars somewhere.”
“I deserve that too. I’m not a good man, Aracely.”
I smiled. Up at him. “No, you’re not. You’re an amazing man.”
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
I swore I would always remember that moment. The sound of his broken voice as tears fell onto my cheeks. The feel of his warmth hovering over me, protecting me.
“I love you, Eric.”
His lips touched mine in a tender kiss. The sweetest most profound kiss I’d ever gotten in my life.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, and he gently wrapped me up in his arms, his breath at my neck. Pain ricocheted through me, but I didn’t care. He was everything I wasn’t looking for, everything I should have stayed away from, but he was perfect just the same.
He was mine.
***
“Are you sure, you’re okay?”
“I’m fine, would you stop.”
“I don’t know if you should be going back to work so soon.”
“I don’t think you should be saying anything when you had my ass bent over and nice and red just last night.”
He chuckled and patted the mattress beside his hip. “If you stay, I’ll make sure you cum at least three times tonight. I’ll devour that tasty pussy you’ve got hidden under that black lace until you can’t take it anymore.”
My core pulsed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head. The man had a way about him that had me reacting to him in seconds. But I needed to get back. I had been away for far too long and I wanted to get back to work. Edge was the first job I ever had, and now that Eric and I had moved in together, I wanted to help out, even though he said I didn’t need to. But secretly, I liked working at Edge. I liked the people, the environment. They accepted me, they were my friends, it was the first place I had ever felt safe, the only place I ever felt like I belonged.
“Well then, if I can’t convince you…” he got up and came to stand behind me. Sliding his hands around my waist, he lay his chin on my shoulder. “I’ll come with you. Maybe I can convince you to get up on the stage with me.”
I laughed. “In your dreams. There is absolutely no way I’m getting up on that stage.”
“Hmph, we’ll see.”
“Oh, is that so?”
He gripped my chin firmly and tilted my head, so my eyes met his. “I thought I taught you better than that. I may have to remind you what true submission means.”
I swallowed hard, loving his firm grip, his arrogant confidence. I enjoyed being knowingly manipulated by him. It made me dizzy with need.
“You do what I say, when I say. And if I want your ass on that stage, you will obey me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed as his lips crashed down on mine. His kisses left deep passionate bruises that made my toes curl and my pussy throb. He knew exactly what I needed, and there was no denying him when he got this way.
Pleasure coursed through me with the thought of him taking me on stage. It was a declaration of ownership, a way to shout out just how much trust and obedience bound us together. His tongue stroked mine and his groan of satisfaction had me turning into his body. He lifted me into his arms gently, and fell to his knees, laying me flat on my back against the hardwood floor.
His hands ran up my thighs and I bit my lip, knowing he wasn’t going to play with me. When he got this way, he only wanted to own. To show me he was the boss. Yet as his eyes found my swollen core, he groaned in need. He undid his belt, and his hand delved into his pants, stroking what I knew was a massive erection.
I watched his face contort in pleasure as his eyes stayed glued between my legs. His thumb lightly stroking my clit through the sheer material of my black panties. I whimpered and parted my legs for him, my ass perched on his knees, my legs on either side of his hips.
He looked up at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. I knew he wanted me to beg, to struggle. But I wanted something else. I leaned up onto my elbows and met his eyes with a heated look of my own.
“Make love to me.”
He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them, he smiled. “Say it again.”
“Make love to me.”
Letting his cock out, he stroked it so slow, squeezing the head so that a drop of his cum slid out. “Fuck,” I breathed, desperation setting in. He liked to tease me, to force me to beg him, and although I fought, he won every time.
“Say it again.”
I bit down on my lip as I watched him stroke himself, his thumb moving my panties aside and exposing me. “Please Eric, make love to me. Please,” I breathed, raising my hips.
“Fuck!”
He leaned up and slid his cock into me, taking my breath away. I ran my nails across his shoulders as he filled me. I loved the feel of him stretching me. Our union was always hot, slick, and it felt so good to have him inside of me. I had no words for how I felt with him, all I could do was feel. He started to rock out and slid back in slowly making me moan in pleasure.
“You like that cock, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered as he fucked me. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips, his breath coming out in ragged puffs as he kept his control. His hips dipped and he slammed his pelvis into mine, rotating his hips so that my clit felt the impact.
He gave me a wicked smile as my pussy clenched around him. “Like that, huh? Tell me how much you like it, beautiful.”
I cried out as he slammed into me again, my body lifting into his. He held me there, suspended as he fucked me hard and deep. I forgot to breathe as he continued to penetrate me, the sensations rocketing me into another space. My head felt light, my body soared as he took control. He was hard yet careful with me, knowing just where my bruises were, where not to hurt me. His mouth ran along my neck, leaving hot open mouth kisses and then words slipped out of his lips. Those words that meant everything to me.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered, and I shattered.
My body convulsed uncontrollably, and he grunted, trying to keep my hips lowered as I came undone. I felt his release, his powerful thrusts sending me over the edge again, and through our pleasured turmoil he whispered it again. A mantra that fell from his lips as he made me his. After a moment, there was peace. A soft, wordless, peace that hovered over our drained bodies.
At some point he’d flung me towards his chest, and I sat there, his dick still inside of me, pulsing in union with my heartbeat. My lips fell onto his and I smiled.
“What did you do to me?”
I felt his lips part and he sighed. “I did what you asked. I made love to you.”
“No. I didn’t mean that. I mean I never thought I could love someone, as much as I love you.”
He leaned back and gently pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I told you once, and I’ll say it again. You can fight me all you want, but you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
I wrapped myself around him and kissed him with all that I had in me. This… this was happiness. I had to trudge through all the pain to find it, but it was here, and I was holding onto it, and I was never letting go.