Chapter 28
Army
Leeva sways on her feet as she stares at me in shock and horror.
That last emotion cuts me deeply, but I’m not backing down.
Just so she truly understands and knows that the masked man from Hedon and Hayes is one and the same, I shrug off my cut, then pull my black shirt over my head, keeping the mask on.
I had undressed the first night we were together, revealing all my tattoos. Her eyes dart frantically over my chest, shoulders, and arms, like she’s cataloging each tattoo and cross-referencing it with her memories.
I see the moment she’s going to run.
Closing the distance she put between us, I grip her arm before she can to bolt for the door and pull her toward me.
Her back presses against my front, and I wrap one arm around her waist, and my other hand comes up to her throat.
I don’t squeeze; I just hold her against me and let her mind catch up to what her body remembers.
Remembering how good my touch felt, how perfectly she fit and molds with every part of me. How fucking right we are together.
“No,” she gasps, shaking her head.
Leaning down to speak into her ear, the leather of my mask brushes her skin and makes her shiver. I have the voice modulator with the mask and speak to her as I had in the club, “Oh, fucking yes, siren.”
She swallows, pressing her throat into the palm of my hand. “No.”
She’s still trying to deny this and us. And that pisses me off.
The younger version of me would’ve never done this.
Back then, I ignored and tried to stamp down all the filthy, sexual thoughts I had of my beautiful best friend.
She was pure, and I was not worthy. Truthfully, I thought no one was worthy of her, and that idiotic thought had allowed her to be taken from me.
Leeva is light, and I’m dark. She’s the lotus—the beautiful flower that blooms in the muddy waters. She’s mine and always would be.
And I’m going to prove it to her.
My hand leaves her throat, but I keep my other arm banded around her waist. Slowly, I trail my knuckles along her neck, relishing the smooth, unmarred skin without Guerilla’s tattoo, and then down the opening of her blouse.
She trembles in my arms and goosebumps pepper her skin as she shivers. Her nipples stab the silk of her blouse, and I shift my hand and gently cup one breast.
“What…” Her breathing sounds erratic. “What are you doing?”
I don’t answer; instead, I drag my thumb over one very taut, very needy nipple. And I smile when the sound she makes is a mixed gasp and moan.
“Hayes.” Her voice trembles as much as her body. “Army,” she tries when I don’t respond or stop.
However, she’s not telling me to stop. She’s not using the safe word I had given her at the club.
Slipping my hand inside her blouse, I pop her breast out of her bra and toy with her nipple.
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please what, siren?”
Stop? Do more?
Her beautiful face is tortured, and she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Please what, Leeva?”
“I don’t understand.” Her eyes open, and she tries to look back at me, but I keep her locked in place.
“Use your safe word if you want me to stop,” I say, so it’s clear that she’s in control.
Her mouth presses closed, but she still wears that tortured, confused look before she speaks again, “I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”
“I think you do.” I press into her. “You can’t deny the connection and chemistry we have.”
The love.
“But why?” She shakes her head. “You’ve never wanted me before.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I finally admit. “I’ve loved you since we were kids, Leeva. Likely from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Not like this…” She whimpers as I lightly pinch her nipple. “You didn’t want me like this.”
“I lied.” Regret fills me that all this pain could’ve been avoided, especially all her pain. It’s something I’ll never forgive myself for. “But we’ll talk about all that later. Right now…”
I lean my face closer to her ear again, one hand toying with her breast and nipple, the other moving to the top of her pants.
“Right now, I want to fuck you on the island.” I undo the button, then the zipper, and feel her heart pound under my other hand.
“Then I want you naked, roaming around this house in all your beautiful, natural glory, and I want free use,” I admit to her.
“I want to touch you and fuck you, whenever and however I want.”
My cock jerks, and I feel pre-cum wet my boxers as I openly admit the filthy ways I want to sully her innocence.
I have her pants open, and she hasn’t moved, and she hasn’t told me to stop.
I slowly slip my hand into her lace panties.
“I want to insert a vibrating plug into you and toy with you all day.” Her breathing has suspended as my fingertips reach her mound, and when I keep going, I feel how wet she is. “My beautiful, dirty girl.”
We both moan as I push a finger inside her. “The filthy fucking things I want to do to you.” I pull my finger out, and her walls clench, like they’re trying to keep me inside her, and I push back in, harder. “The filthy fucking things I’m going to do to you.”
Again, I pull out and push back in, harder than before. Her eyes flutter closed as a guttural moan floats past her lips.
We stand there, with the sounds of me fingering her wet pussy and her pleasure filling the kitchen. It’s like I know her body as well as my own and how to get it to the place we both want to go, and I bring her to the edge of the cliff quickly.
“Hayes,” she gasps and grinds against me, chasing the bliss and ecstasy I give her. That only I will ever give her from now on.
“Again. Say my name again.” I push two fingers into her and start thrusting them faster.
“Hayes,” she cries out.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it.” I grind myself into her ass. “Do you like that your best friend is finger-fucking your needy cunt?”
Her eyes pop open; if I’m not mistaken, in both shock and lust.
“Do you like knowing he’s the masked man who leveled your world with pleasure?” I work her faster and harder, feeling her muscles coil and tense around my fingers. “Do you want to come and then take my cock like a good girl? And get painted with my cum like my good little cum slut?”
“Oh, god.” She grips my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. “Oh, god.” Her muscles are coiled, ready to unleash.
“Tell me,” I warn darkly.
“Yes,” she gasps, standing on her tiptoes as her legs shake. “Please, Hayes.”
My name on her lips as she’s on the crest of her release breaks me in the best way. Removing my hand from her breast, I pull off my mask. I want her to hear my actual voice.
“Come for me, Leeva.”
“Hayes,” she cries with tears in her eyes, and with one flick to her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers back in, she shatters in my arms.
Her sound of carnal, primal ecstasy fills the house as I continue to move my finger in her and play with her clit to prolong her release. But I don’t give her time to acclimate to this new normal between us as she comes down—there will be plenty of time for that afterward.
I quickly undress her, then hoist her around my waist and carry her back over to the island and set her down.
At the club, with the masks, we could look into each other’s eyes, but now that we both know who the other is, it’s different.
I stay still, letting her eyes dart over me, letting her decide if this is what she truly wants.
Her eyes brim with tears, but she smiles. Wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, she pulls my head down.
And I kiss her.
Our first kiss.
My first true kiss.
I want to devour her, but I let her set the pace and intensity. Our mouths move together like they’ve done this a thousand times, and a feeling of joy, rightness, and home falls over me. Right here, in my arms, is where Leeva belongs. It’s where she’s always belonged.
And now that I’ve gotten a second chance with her, I won’t let anyone tear us apart.
Her hands roam over my back, my shoulders, and my arms. My chest and my face. It’s like she needs to touch me, reassuring herself that this is real and that I’m really here.
I know the feeling.
We continue to kiss until our need for each other can no longer be denied. Both of our hands try to undo my jeans, but as I’m pulling out my thick, throbbing length, ready to push into heaven, she pulls away.
“Condom,” she says. The last fucking thing I want to do is put a barrier between us. “Or we stop.”
“I’m clean,” I reassure her, but her resolve is set. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t matter.” Her voice is firm, but there’s a quiver to it. It’s barely noticeable, but because I know her so well, it might as well have been screamed over a megaphone.
I understand what she’s leaving unsaid.
She’s terrified of getting pregnant and losing another child. We definitely need to unpack and revisit this conversation, but for now, I’ll let it go.
My pants are still on, and I reach back to pull out a condom from my pocket.
“You walk around with a pocket full of those?” There’s an edge to her words, and I recognize it for what it is. Jealousy. Which makes me want to grin my ass off.
Instead, I let my jeans fall to the floor and kick them off. Then I open the package and place the rubber on the head of my dick. Taking her hand, I guide it to me, so she rolls the condom down my length. My eyes nearly roll back into my head as she does.
“I grabbed some, knowing I was coming to see you,” I explain.
I don’t waste any time once I’m sheathed. I press closer between her thighs, widening them so I can be as close to her as humanly possible. I’m pressing at her entrance, with one hand wrapping around her hip to pull her to me, and the other tilting her face up to mine.
Once our eyes are locked, I start to push inside her.
I’ve been inside her before. Even when I wasn’t consciously aware that it was her the first time, it was still heaven. Still unlike anything ever before.
This, though? This is everything.
She stretches to take me; her face flushed with desire and need.
Fuck… Being inside her, while she’s aware it’s me, with her eyes locked on mine… It’s going to be the death of me.
But what a fucking way to go.
I want to praise her and tell her how much I love her. But intuitively, I know she isn’t ready for the latter, so I go with the praise.
“You’re taking all that dick so good, siren.”
The flush on her skin deepens at my dirty words. Which, of course, only edges me on. I want to corrupt all her innocence, if only during sex. I want her to embrace that kinky, depraved side she came seeking to explore when she first walked inside Hedon.
Moving in her, so deep and tight, I groan, “Fuck, you feel amazing. Your pussy was custom-made for me, Leeva.”
Her pupils dilate further, reducing the stunning amber color of her irises, when I talk dirty using her actual name.
Good to know.
I thrust harder into her, making her cry out, and her head falls back.
Ah-fucking-mazing.
Pleasure erupts through me. If I thought being with her before was addicting, fucking her face-to-face, unmasked and with our eyes locked, is my new favorite designer drug.
“Lie back, Leeva. Let me see you.” Unwilling to rush this, I keep my pace steady. “Let me see those beautiful tits. Let me see your cunt as my cock impales you.”
Her eyelashes flutter, and she breathes, “Jesus, Hayes.”
“That’s right. My name, and only my name, is on your lips.” I crash my mouth down on hers for a fierce, conquering kiss.
When I pull back, Leeva follows my command beautifully without me having to repeat it. Her dark hair spills around her as she lies on the cream-colored granite island top. Her eyes are bright but half-lidded with the pleasure that’s rippling through her.
Her gorgeous tits bounce with every thrust, and I trace the beauty mark above her nipple. Her legs wrap around me, but I want to see where my cock is sliding into heaven here on earth. I loop my hands around the outside of her calves, then push her legs in but wide. Leaning back, I enjoy the view.
“It’s fucking nirvana watching my cock fuck into your tight, dripping cunt.”
She squeezes around me with a moan.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes lift to mine, and her flush spreads deep down her chest.
I grin, snapping my hips harder and faster. “What dirty thought just entered your mind?” When she bites her lip, looking pensive, I add, “Nothing is shameful between us. It might be dirty and filthy, but it’s not wrong.”
I wrap my hand around her nape to lift her and bring our foreheads together. I hold her upper body up as I hammer into her, hitting a new spot, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Fall with me, siren. Let go for me, Leeva.” I run through a complicated math problem in my head, trying to avoid coming too soon because the way she’s starting to clench around me tighter is going to rip the control right out of my hands.
“I want… I want you to… come all over me.”
“Good fucking Christ,” I groan.
“Hayes.” She clutches tight around me, and her nails dig into my back. “Hayes,” she cries, her voice needy and shaky.
“That’s it, Leeva.” I work a hand between us to pinch her clit. Her entire body seizes, her back arches, and her head falls back. And she breaks, screaming my name.
My name.
Using some godlike strength, I push back my orgasm as she’s a vise around my cock, and when she’s coming back down from her release, I pull out.
Tearing off the condom, I angle my dick, ready to come all over her stomach. But she pushes off the island and sinks to her knees, tilting up her face.
The first jet of my cum hits her chin, then her neck, and I finish all over her heaving tits.
Seeing her on her knees before me as I pump my cock, seeing her marked with my cum, does something to me.
I marked her with my cum before, while she was asleep, and rubbed it into her skin, but this… With her actions and unspoken words that she wants this, wants me, just blows the doors wide open.
I’ve felt possessiveness and need for Leeva before, but it doesn’t touch what’s roaring through me now.
I sink down to my knees before her, taking her hand, and together we smear and rub my cum into her soft, creamy skin.
“You were always mine, Leeva.” My voice is low and dark. “My pure and innocent little dove. My dirty, sexy siren. And if anyone tries to take you from me again, I’ll take them apart piece by fucking piece.”