CHAPTER SEVEN #2
Hungry for you, sweetheart.
“Why were you in the desert? Do you mean Arizona?” she asks.
I bark out a laugh.
“Not quite, sweetheart. I’m a Marine, not a salesman.” I wipe my brow because it’s very hot in here. This time, I think the air conditioning truly isn’t working.
Damn thing.
It’s either freezing or hot in our office.
Briar adjusts her pink scarf and starts walking toward me. “Oh. Well, I need to get back. Anyway, I’m fine, you don’t need t—”
What the hell?
She’s a foot away from me when I spot it. The reason she’s covering her neck. It’s only because she moved that I saw it.
“The fuck, Briar?” I step in front of her and tug away the scarf.
She cries out and grabs at it, but it’s too late. It’s like deja-fucking-vu. On her neck is a greenish bruise. I don’t need to be a doctor to see the finger marks.
“Aidan! Give that back!” Briar reaches up as I hold the scarf above my head.
She’s so damn tiny—her five foot five inches is nothing on my towering height beside her.
“Who did that to you?” I growl.
Panic is written all over her face as she grapples for the pink fabric. Her breasts push up against the cotton of my shirt, her hot breath panting.
“Aidan. Stop. Don’t. Please.”
Words I’d love to hear as I pummel my cock inside her, not when I see signs of abuse on her body.
Again.
I wrap my other arm around her to stop her movements. “I’m going to ask you one more fucking time, Briar. Who. Fucking. Did. This?”
She swallows, and her eyes meet mine as she settles back on her feet. Heat merges with her fear and I find my gaze dropping to her lips.
This is so fucked up.
I don’t know if I want to yell at her or rip her damn clothes off and finally fuck sense into her.
Have we moved closer?
Her pussy presses against my erection and we both blink.
“I—” She breathes.
Fuck. Fuckkkkk.
I need to let her go. I need to step back and...
My mouth slams down on hers and I take what I’ve wanted to for over ten damn years.
Her body presses harder into mine and she clutches a handful of my shirt as I drop her scarf and grip her face.
Our tongues smash together and years of need and passion flare to life. Every sense I have feels and tastes and devours as much of her as I can.
Her moans fill my mouth, and I hear a low growl escape mine.
I tug one of her legs up and her pussy surrounds my cock.
“God,” she murmurs greedily against my mouth. “Oh god.”
“Stop me.” I lie as my fingers work their way under her panties. I know her body. I know what will get her off fast.
She doesn’t, and suddenly I’m sliding through her hot, wet folds and pressing two digits inside her.
“Fuck.” She arches.
“Christ.” I lift her farther, knowing this is so damn wrong but unable to stop myself.
“More, please.” Briar begs, her lips moving against mine.
“I want my cock inside you, Briar. One more time.” I remove my hand and shove down my pants. My cock bounces free, and I take no time in pressing it against her wet pussy.
What am I doing?
“Say no.” I dare her. “Tell me to stop.”
Our eyes meet and the world seems to vanish. There are only a thick unbending need and arousal pulsing between us.
I press my swollen fat head inside her.
“Last chance.” I rasp, carrying her over to the sink and lowering her onto the counter. Never once moving from her lips.
She breathes against me, and I can smell her need.
I lean over, plant a hand on the mirror, and press in another inch.
“Time’s up, sweetheart.” I slam the full length of my cock inside her.
Briar’s body reacts and she arches, wrapping her arms around my neck and crying out.
“I have wanted to fuck your pussy again for so fucking long.” I grunt, slamming in and out of her like a madman.
“Yes, god, yes.” She moans.
I know she’ll hate me after. I know she’ll regret it. But we both need this goodbye we never had a decade ago.
I haven’t forgotten the mark on her neck, and like a predator, I grip her face and stare at the evidence as I thrust my cock inside her.
Mine.
She’s always been mine.
To protect. And to destroy anyone who harms her.
Every dominant part of me—the warrior and the man—is screaming internally as I take out my frustration on her hot cunt.
“No one is going to touch you again. You hear me, Briar Sutton?” I say as our orgasms begin to peak.
She mumbles something indiscernible.
Slam.
Slam.
“Say you understand.” I growl as my hand holds her face so she has to look at me.
“Aidan,” she cries, trembling with the pleasure my body is giving her.
I know she can’t give herself to me.
But I want to hear her say it while I’m deep inside her.
I need to know that a part of her wants this.
“Say it.”
Her eyes close as she falls apart around me. Her climax shudders and clenches around my cock.
I come.
Like a goddamn freight train.
I release her face and collapse over her, my hand still on the glass as I pump, slowly milking every last drop inside her.
“Ohgodohgod. Too fucking good. Oh god.” Briar moans, wrapped around my body as her hot pussy throbs around my thickness.
Slowly, I straighten and stare down at her.
Her lips are red and swollen, her hair is tussled.
She’s fucking beautiful.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I whisper roughly.
“I’m married,” she replies.
What the fuck?