47. Christian
CHRISTIAN
S he runs as fast as she can, barely making it halfway down the hallway before I catch up to her. Stooping down, I hook my arms around her waist and haul her over my shoulder.
“Christian, please . . .” she begs breathlessly, and the dry chuckle that leaves my lips is nothing but deranged.
“What’s the matter, baby? I thought you wanted to play dirty?” My hand connects with her bare ass, and she jerks in my arms. Unfortunately for her, she can’t escape me.
I haul her into the bedroom and drop her on the bed, my eyes taking in the way her tits bounce with the impact in the smokey set of lingerie I got her.
I knew she’d look beautiful in it. I just wasn’t planning on how much I’d like seeing it on her.
“I was going to go easy on you tonight,” I murmur, stepping over to the dresser and grabbing what I need. I’d already gotten everything we need for tonight a few weeks ago, since we first talked about this. “Now you’ve pissed me off.”
Her pretty eyes widen when I hold up the handcuffs in my hand.
Handcuffing her is the last step in gaining her trust. Her doing it to me first makes it even sweeter.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I cock my head at her, watching the unsteady rise and fall of her chest. Her lips part over her breath, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s never looked more beautiful. Messy hair, soft pouty lips.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she swallows heavily.
Fuck, my chest aches just looking at her.
“Turn over.”
“Wait—” she starts in a panic.
“I won’t ask again. Bend the fuck over.”
She swallows, shivering as she slowly spins over, pretty fucking ass in the air begging for me.
I step up behind her, my eyes tracing over the curves of her hips, her ass, her back.
Fucking made for me.
My fingers trace the wet silk covering her pussy, and I hiss out a breath through my teeth.
“Did you like me at your mercy, baby?” I ask, my voice rough. My cock pulses when a shiver slips down her spine, and the need to bury myself in her roars in my veins. “Did you like knowing you were in control?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes screwed shut. She moves her hips from side to side, attempting to lessen the pressure, but I don’t let her. My hand connecting with her ass causes her to yelp before the sound dissolves into a moan, and I bite back a grin.
“Give me your hands.”
Surprisingly, she doesn’t hesitate, and I bite back a grin, locking the handcuffs around her wrists at the center of her back.
“Fuck, Mila,” I breathe, my hands roaming over the lace straps at her waist. “You look so fucking pretty like this. Waiting for my cock. Do you remember your safeword?”
“Always.”
“Good girl.”
I slip the material of her panties to the side, gritting my teeth at wetness between her legs.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, but first, I need inside you,” I murmur. I step back, kicking off my shoes and jeans, and slip back on the bed behind her. My knees press hers further apart, and she hisses through her teeth as I push her even further.
“Keep them here,” I order, my hand gripping her hip while the other strokes my cock slowly.
Leaning down, I press a kiss to her spine, right over the scar. I take my cock out of my jeans, fisting it in my palm and biting back a groan at the friction.
“You’ve always been strong, Mila,” I tell her, aligning my cock with her entrance. “You just needed to prove it to yourself.”
And then I’m driving inside her.
She screams, her hands reaching for something, but she can’t move. Not when I’ve got her cuffed and trapped underneath me, my cock buried halfway inside her tight, wet heat. I surge forward, fucking her rough and fast. Giving her everything we’ve both been fucking aching for since we left for that godforsaken party.
The headboard bangs against the wall, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll rebuild the entire fucking house if I can fuck her on every single surface I can think of. Anything I can get before I’m gone.
I drive inside her, bottoming out in her pussy, and she lets out a groan at how deep it goes. My cock pulses as her pussy clenches around me, begging me to fuck her until she’s shaking, but I stave myself off. I want to enjoy this. I want her to feel me inside her for days.
“Feel how tight you are, just begging for me?” I taunt, twisting the rubber around in a full circle. She jerks forward, and I chuckle, slipping it out before pushing it back in. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”
“Christian,” she mewls, clutching at the comforter.
My balls slap against her clit, and I lose myself in the feel of her soft skin beneath mine. I pull her harder against me, the sounds of our bodies filling the room as her eyes roll back in her head. Her knees buckle as the first orgasm rips through her. Her muscles pulse around my cock, and I let out a sharp hiss at the tightness.
“That was one,” I say in her ear, and she shivers, whimpering as I keep the same brutal pace. “Let’s see how many we can get.”
Grabbing the lube, I pop the cap and pour some along the curve of her ass. It glistens in the moonlight streaming through the window.
“Breathe out for me, baby. Let me feel you.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, then releases it. I slip my fingers through the lube, slowly fucking her with my cock still inside her pussy, and press against the tight ring of muscles. She tenses, and I run my other hand up her back to calm her.
“Keep breathing, Mila. Let me in.”
A shiver moves down her spine, and her breath hitches, but I move slowly, working my finger into her tight heat.
“Fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I rasp, groaning at the way she accepts me. I work my finger in and out of her, loosening her up before slipping back to add a second. Her body struggles against the sensation, so I strum my fingers over her clit in slow movements, matching the rhythm of my cock in her pussy. “How do you feel?”
Fuck, I’m going to come if I don’t get inside her.
“Good,” she trembles, her nails digging into the bed beneath her.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” she purrs, her words ending on a breathless sound when I twist a third inside.
“It’s going to be uncomfortable, but you’ll crave it by the time I’m done with you.”
I roll my hips into her, fucking her ass with my fingers and her pussy with my cock. I clench my teeth, my balls drawn up tight.
Forcing myself, I pull out of her pussy, removing my fingers before replacing them with the head of my cock.
“Talk to me, baby.” My voice comes out a rasp, dark and depraved with savage need. I drizzle more lube on her ass before coating my cock, thrusting in my hand around the touch. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I . . .” she breathes, but it ends on a sharp breath when I push inside just the smallest inch.
Fuck. Me.
She clenches, and my fingers slip underneath her to roll her clit in slow circles while I pull out and push back in.
“ Mila .”
“It burns,” she hisses through her teeth as the muscles protest and stretch around my cock. “It’s too much.”
I let out a dark chuckle that sounds insane, even to my ears.
“My cock was made for you, sweetheart.” I push all the way in, picking up my pace until both of us are trembling. “Whether it’s making you come buried in your ass or your pussy, you have always begged for me.”
“Christian,” she whimpers, a tear slipping down her cheek over the flushed skin.
Fucking hell.
Her breath catches when I slip deeper, feeling her body pushing back against mine as she accepts me inside her. Her cries dissolve into moans as my fingers continue to work her clit.
Fuck, this is like some really fucked-up endurance test.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” I grit through my teeth, heat traveling down my spine until I feel like I’m going to fucking bust. “Open wide for me. Show me how bad you want to please me.”
I close my eyes at the moan that slips free from her lips. Methodically, I work myself inside her until there’s nothing left for me to give, a tremor moving through me.
It’s not lost on me that she thinks I’m replacing the parts of her that she lost. She still thinks I’m the good guy. Her knight in shining armor, even if we both know it’s a lie. I’m a monster, just not one that has his sights set on hurting her.
I want to own every part of her. Body and soul as she does me, and I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want.
Slipping my hand up from her hip, I wrap my fingers around her pretty little throat, lifting her back until my lips press against her ear while I fuck her. She groans, her fingers fisting at the sheet underneath her while my hips slap against her ass.
“I was the first to fuck your pussy,” I grit, my voice betraying how close to fucking snapping I am. “Then, your mouth.” She arches her back more as her arousal coats my fingers. “And now your ass. You know why those men who took from you don’t matter?”
“No . . .” she chokes, and I know this angle has her feeling me in her stomach.
My tongue darts out to capture a stray tear on her cheek.
“Because they were just men,” I growl. “Men stealing an angel from the devil’s grasp. I’ll rid the fucking world of them for daring to touch what’s mine.”
“Oh my God,” she moans, her voice choked as I pull back, thrusting into her faster. I set a steady pace. One that makes me feel like I’m going to lose my fucking mind. Her ass grinds back against me, her back arching to take me deeper. She spreads her legs wider, granting me better access to her clit, and moans when I circle the tight bud faster.
“There’s my perfect little wife,” I praise. “So fucking greedy. How’s it feel, baby?”
“Good,” she breathes, voice cracking with desire.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” she pants, sweat dotting her hairline and her face bright red as she screws her eyes shut.
“ Fuck ,” I growl fucking her deeper. Faster. She jerks in my grasp, so I press my palm to the back of her head, keeping her shoulders pinned down and her ass in the air for me. “Feel how deep I am, Mila?”
“Please, Christian . . .” She moves her hips back against me as much as she can with the angle we’re in, and I meet each of her thrusts. Both of us completely lost to the pleasure as I fuck her faster. Her spine arches and desperate cries spill from her pretty lips as I tighten my hold around her throat, stealing her breath as she steals mine.
The sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room, and my fingers strumming her clit feel like they’re going to fucking fall off, but neither of us stops. Sweat slips down my abs and back, heat gathered in the base of my spine to stave off coming for as long as possible.
“You going to come for me?” I nip the line of her jaw, my tongue darting out to lick the perspiration off her throat.
Fuck, I love that I can get her like this after everything. Her nails digging into my abs, her hands cuffed behind her as she gives herself to me fully. Trusts me fully. Frantic little moans spilling from her lips with each thrust of my cock bottoming out inside her ass.
“Yes . . .”
“Ask me to make you come, Mila,” I order, rubbing her clit faster. “Show me how pretty you can beg for me.
“Please, Christian, make me come!” she cries, and I damn near break at her pleading.
She sputters when I tighten my fingers, crowding over her until my front is completely molded to her back. She sputters, her face growing red as I suck the air from her lungs and bring her body to the breaking point.
Her throat works to swallow underneath me, and when I tighten more, cutting her oxygen off completely, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and a choked gasp leaves her lips. Her ass clenches around me as the first waves of her orgasm crest, and wetness coats my fingers, but I don’t stop.
I release her throat the moment her eyes roll back into her head, and she nearly collapses in my arms. I’m not ready to come yet, but she feels too fucking good. I shove inside her, milking my cock with her ass as I set a brutal pace.
“ Fuck, Mila, ” I grind through my teeth, my head falling back as the orgasm steals every little bit of fight I had left in me.
A rough growl slips from me, and I press my mouth to the curve of her shoulder, biting down on the flesh as my cock fucking explodes. My entire body tightens, my cock shooting inside her as her ass continues to milk me as I come. I freeze, everything in me drawing to a sharp point as my ragged heartbeat pounds in my chest.
“Fuck,” I grit, fucking tremors rolling through me when I slowly slip out of her.
I’ve never come that hard in my fucking life.
Unfortunately, watching my come leak from her ass only makes me want her more.
I bend down, placing a kiss on her shoulder right over the mark where I bit her. She’ll have a bruise there, and I like the image it paints in my head. At this point, I’m thinking of tattooing it on her so everyone knows she’s mine.
Mila shivers beneath me, little aftershocks moving through her when I slip from the bed and immediately go start the shower. When I return to the bedroom, I find her sagging against the sheets, her eyes closed, and her breathing still heavy.
“Baby, let me see.” I uncuff her hands, rubbing the red marks on her wrists, and she whimpers as the blood flows back to them. I press my lips over the marks and then slip my arms under her to carry her to the shower.
A bath would be better, but judging by how heavy her eyes are, I know she needs sleep. Stepping into the shower with her, I gently place her on her feet and work on cleaning her off. She shivers under the spray, and I pull her into me to hold her up. I press my lips to each part of her I wash, giving her little praises as I go because I know how much she likes it.
“You did so fucking good, baby. So good.”
She looks up at me, smokey eyes boring into my soul. I expect tears like the first time I fucked her pussy, but instead, she’s looking at me like at me with something I know I don’t fucking deserve. Trust. Adoration. Like I hung the fucking moon.
She still thinks I’m a good man. Despite my actions, she still thinks I won’t break her heart.
She doesn’t realize I’ve never been a good man, and when the time comes, she’ll hate me for what I’m going to do. She deserves better than me, but it won’t matter in the end.
She’ll never have to be afraid again . . .
After tomorrow, she’ll never have to be afraid again.
No one prepares you for what love really feels like.
The maddening obsession to watch another person be happy. Safe. The knowledge that there’s a single person walking around with your heart inside their chest, and at any moment, someone could snatch it away.
I’ve never been a sentimental man. I couldn’t be. I’ve never needed another person to survive.
Until now.
If loving her makes me weak, I don’t care. I’d gladly do it all over again to see the way her eyes lit up when I first told her I’ve loved her for the last five years.
Looking at her asleep on the bed, her lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. Her lips part over her soft, even breathing. It’s not lost on me the difference in her now versus when I first came back into her life. How timid she was. Scared of her own shadow.
I’m also not forgetting how fucking numb to the world I was before I came back into her life. How I didn’t give a shit what happened to me.
After everything, she’s still the same soft, bright, shining light, eating away at the darkness that surrounds my heart.
Except now she’s also mine.
Mila stirs in the bed, blinking her eyes open to find me sitting in the chair in the corner of our room, a glass of whiskey in my hand.
After I fucked her, I cleaned her off in the shower and brought her to our bed, where I held her until she fell asleep. Then, I forced myself to finish getting everything ready for tomorrow. Now, it’s after three in the morning, and though I need to sleep, I find myself in the chair, watching.
Neither of us speaks when her soft gray eyes meet mine. Mila blinks at the room around her, looking at the darkened window behind her before her eyes find mine again.
“Come to bed,” she says sleepily.
Fuck.
I don’t move.
“I have somewhere to be tomorrow. I won’t be here when you wake up.”
Her eyes widen slightly, and realization crosses over her delicate features.
“Where?”
I shake my head. “That’s not important.”
She bolts up in bed, and the sheets slip down around her waist. My gaze slips over her, and I want nothing more than to climb back into bed with her and spend the night worshiping her, but we need to talk.
“You’re going after him, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Christ—”
My patience flares. “Mila, I need you to listen to me.”
Her mouth clamps shut at the sternness in my voice. Her cheeks flame and her thighs press together, and I resist chuckling at the need in her gaze.
“Our account information, the deed to the house, the titles to the cars . . .” She shakes her head, but I continue. “ . . . are all in the safe in my office. My will is in there, too.”
“I don’t want any of it.” Tears slip down her cheeks, and they burn in my veins.
“Mila, if something goes bad tomorrow, I need to know you’ll be taken care of. My share of the lodge goes to you. All of it goes to you.”
“None of it matters without you in it, though,” she snaps, and a vehement need rushes over me. “I’m our lady, and you’re my man, right? Let me come with you.”
“No.”
She jumps at the bite in my voice, defeat crossing her features.
I soften at the despair in her gaze but refuse to let her anywhere near this. “You need to stay here tomorrow. Understood?”
Slowly, she nods, and her eyes finally meet mine.
“I’m scared,” she breathes, and it feels like she’s punched me in the chest.
I stare at her for a beat, emotions swirling in my gut. Finally, I place my glass on the table beside me and stand, crossing the room back to our bed.
She lets me pull her into my arms and lay back against the pillows, crying softly against my chest.
This life we’ve built, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. The thought of leaving it behind tomorrow with no knowledge of whether I’ll ever return makes me sick to my stomach,
It has to be done, though.
I press my lips to the side of her face over the tears streaming down her cheeks. My arms tighten around her as if I can shield her from whatever happens tomorrow.
“I’m going to fix this, Mila.”
“Just come to me,” she whispers, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“Always.”