Chapter 25
Summer
“You are mine,” Hanz whispers, “no other man will ever want you, not that MC fucker, no one. You are used, dirty, and fucking mine to own, to fuck, to sell…”
His voice echoes in my head and I squeeze my eyes tightly, the pitiful sleep leaving me and my heart pounds with fear expecting to hear the cackles, to listen to the sobs and cage rattling but none of it comes and Eric’s hazel eyes hit me.
I remember why I don’t hear any of the noises I listened to every waking second I was in that warehouse.
He saved me.
He’s fighting to keep me.
I killed Gabriel but not Hanz.
Bile builds as the blood, so much blood comes back to me, and my eyes sting, the tears wanting to fall.
As soon as Hanz hit me, Gabriel looked my way once, giving the clubwhores the perfect opportunity to attack him, and when Eric tackled Hanz off me, who was trying to rape me like the clubhouse was empty, I took my chance.
I grabbed the bat and ran over to Gabriel, the clubwhores taking a step back as I started hitting him before blacking out, but I remember the blood, though. I always remember the blood.
Blinking slowly, I open my eyes and see that I am indeed in Eric's room before our eyes meet.
“Hey sunshine,” he whispers as he leans forward in the chair, and I swallow hard.
“Hanz?” I question.
“Dead,” he replies candidly, “After suffering from the three ways you told us about earlier.”
My vision blurs with unshed tears, and I nod softly as the need to bawl fills me.
I thought I would feel free knowing all of them are gone, that I would be able to breathe easier, but I still feel their hands on me, I still feel like my insides are being torn open.
“I-I need a shower,” I choke as my tears fall.
Eric doesn’t say anything as he stands and removes his cut, placing it on the chair before he walks over to me then ever so gently, picks me up bridal style and despite my body trembling I curl up in to him, pressing my face into his neck.
I sob causing him to hold me tighter as he walks us across his room and into his large bathroom.
Placing me on the vanity, he cups my cheeks and presses his lips against my head before moving towards the shower, and I watch as he turns it on, my tears falling.
They’re all dead, yet I’m still dirty.
Turning back to me, he lifts his shirt and removes it, his tattoos and extremely well built body that most women would drool over coming into view but what has me sucking in a breath is my name on his neck, something I don’t think I have ever seen before and my mouth parts in shock, not looking away from the ink as he removes his jeans but leaves his boxers on, making my heart flutter.
He doesn’t want to make me feel uncomfortable, and it’s hard because before everything, I wanted nothing more than to know what he looks like naked, to what it would feel like to have his body on top of mine, him filling me up.
Then I was taken, and those dreams vanished, yet despite me not being around, believing I got back with my ex, he still got my name on his neck, he still claimed me.
Damn…
More tears fall, my body trembling, and Eric, without saying a word, gently lifts up the shirt I’m wearing, and I slowly lift my arms as he removes it, throwing it on the floor before he reaches around me and unclips my bra before gently removing it next.
He’s not being sexual, not even leering at me. Instead, he’s treating me like glass, which makes me love him even more.
Slowly wrapping his arm around my waist, he lifts me gently and pulls my jeans and underwear down before sitting me down again and bends as he removes my sneakers and the fabric, chucking them where he threw the shirt I stole from his dresser despite the club packing my clothes at my dad's house.
I feel safe in his clothes. I feel safe with him.
Cupping my cheek, he forces me to look at him, and he wipes away the stray tears as he whispers, “I love you, Summer,” and I grip his tattooed arm as I close my eyes for a second, relishing those three words.
When I don’t say anything in return, the words not coming out, my trauma too much to push onto him, he kisses my forehead, then gently wraps an arm around my waist and picks me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist and move my head to his shoulder, our skin touching like this for the first time sending butterflies rushing through me, and for the first time since before I was taken, my clit pulses, and it scares the living crap out of me.
I squeeze my eyes tight, trying to ignore the lust suddenly filling me, and my tears fall faster as the warm water hits my back, then my head, before Eric slowly puts my feet on the ground, and I open my eyes as he grabs my shampoo.
My bottom lip wobbles as he squirts some onto his hands, then runs it through my hair, washing it gently, taking care of me before he washes it out, and more tears fall as we lock eyes.
Nothing else comes to mind, my eyes staying locked to his, keeping me centered like they always do.
The past, my trauma, the baby, everything disappears, and all I can think about is the man before me taking care of me.
“You’re safe, sunshine,” he whispers as he cups my cheek again, his thumb rubbing away the tears and I don’t even know what overcomes me, what even makes me do it, but without thinking, I push up on my toes and press my lips against his for the first time in nearly twenty months, and everything suddenly feels right.
My body doesn’t itch, my head doesn’t remind me of my horrors, and everything focuses on his soft lips.
Eric stills for a moment, sending a spike of panic to shoot through me, but after a few seconds, he moves his hand from my cheek and gently slides it to the back of my head, grips my hair, and kisses me back, and I melt as he traces his tongue against my bottom lip.
I open without thinking too much of it, and his tongue tangles with mine, tingling spreading through me, my heart racing at finally having his lips against mine again.
He doesn’t speed the kiss up, if anything, he’s hesitant, only making me love him even more.
I press up, wrapping my arm around his neck, my hand coming to his stubbled cheek, hoping he’ll take initiative and he does.
He quickly wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me again, my legs wrapping around him before I feel the cold tiled wall on my back, something you’d think would shock me back to reality, but it doesn’t because all I can think for the first time in nearly twenty months is him, a feeling I want to focus on, to keep me centered to him.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, sunshine,” Eric chokes against my lips before pressing his harder against mine, the tension rising between us, and I move my hips unintentionally, my body taking over, wanting him, only him, and he moans against my mouth before I feel him move a hand.
Suddenly, his member is at my entrance and I break the kiss, pressing my forehead against his, our eyes locking and I focus on only him as he slowly pushes inside me, filling me up, my walls sucking him in instead of trying to expel him.
He halts for a moment as he bottoms out and breathes heavily as I grip his hair and his eyes race between mine.
Love, so much love shines back at me and dammit, I want that love. I need it, but only from him.
I lean forward and kiss him hard, shocking him out of his stupor, and he kisses me back just as hard before he moves his hips back and then thrusts forward, sending a jolt through me. A good one, one I have never felt before, sending a spike of lust through me.
Moaning into his mouth as his tongue touches mine, I move my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as he makes love to me against the shower wall, his cock hitting a spot inside I didn’t even know I had, sending pleasure to shoot through me.
Our bodies mold together, my breasts squished against his chest, moving together as one, sensations of fireworks covering me that I never want it to end.
My stomach tightens after a little while, my heart racing, and he grunts, “Fuck,” against my lips as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, squeezing him.
He quickens his thrusts, and my breathing picks up, and pleasure like no other fills me as my clit pulses hard, then tightens, and I come, my orgasm taking over me.
I gasp against his mouth, and he groans as he pushes inside me as far as he can go, my walls holding him as he pulses inside of me, and he comes, filling me up.
I tighten my grip on his hair as he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine and cups my cheek, breathing heavily, and I close my eyes, only feeling him, but a niggling jolt pushes through our moment, through the first time I give myself to him.
Hanz breaking my virginity, something I saved for Eric, flashes through my mind, and I squeeze my eyes tightly as the itching begins and regret swims heavily on my chest, making it hard to catch my breath.
He doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve my past.
Eric moves his head and presses his lips against my forehead as the shower water rains down on us and he twitches inside me, bringing back every single memory I managed to block not even fifteen minutes ago.
My breathing picks up as Gabriel tries to choke me while he was inside me comes back to me, and I open my eyes, hoping it will leave, but it doesn’t. Instead, my eyes cloud over, and I realize what has just happened and panic sets in.
What did I do? What did I do? What did I do?
“You’re dirty.”
Hanz’s voice echoes, and bile rises, feeling Eric is still inside me, bare, all the people that raped me, all tainting him, making me want to scream out in denial and sorrow.
“Stay with me, baby,” Eric whispers, but I’m too far gone, their hands, their mouths, their horror, it all comes back in one big wave, and the feeling of pushing Eric away consumes me as my tears fall fast and hard.
Oh god, what have I done? I’m pregnant with my rapist’s baby and I’ve just, oh god, what have I done? I’ve tainted him, oh god no, no, no, please no.
Breathing becomes difficult as Eric pulls out of me and quickly cups my cheek, his concerned eyes meeting with mine as I choke for air and he rasps, “Stay with me, Summer. I’m right here, please, baby, it’s just you and me.”
It was always supposed to be him, always, and now I can’t, I-I…
“Baby,” he chokes, but his voice sounds underwater as one of the women who bit my nipple comes back to me, and my eyes roll as everything goes black, the darkness taking me.