Chapter 5 #3
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Darby,” he said, his voice deep and thick.
It did things to me to see him admiring my body, the way he reacted when I kissed him, and the way his cock was hard for me even when he was trying to push away from me.
“This is going to hurt a little, but I promise, it’ll feel better soon. ”
I nodded, bracing myself for pain, as he edged himself in a little further. I moaned when his thumb found my clit and he traced lazy circles over it, while he buried himself in more.
“You ready?”
“Yes!”’ I cried out in frustration. He pushed into me harder and sat there, buried in me fully.
The pain shot through me hard, but he held onto me, before he pulled out a little bit and did it again, and again.
It felt like someone had taken sandpaper to the insides of my pussy and he was rubbing it over and over again.
Slowly, my body eased and I felt the familiar pullings of an orgasm coming over me. I could barely brace before it tumbled over, my pussy squeezing his cock hard.
“Jesus,” Rebel cried out. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I thought I may have hurt him, but he only looked down at me with renewed desire as he gripped my hips, his cock moving in and out of me at a faster pace. A new wave of pleasure rocked through me as his cock slammed over and over into me, my arousal making it easy for him to move.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
“Do it,” I cried out. “Do it, Kendrick, please.”
It was almost as if he wasn’t sure if he should, before he hammered into me, over and over again, the sounds of our bodies slapping together loud in the air, but nothing would take away from the sight of him falling apart as he came, hard and fast, crying out my name.
Rebel
I was spent, but my mind was wide awake as I lay in bed, with Darby on my side, her fingers trailing little circles around the artwork tattooed on my chest. It was oddly comforting even after the last few rounds of sex.
For a virgin, I was surprised how eager she was to have sex after the first round, but she had been insatiable.
A minx pouncing on me and riding me until I couldn’t help but cry out her name over and over again.
I wasn’t complaining, I fucking loved it, but I didn’t want her to think she could just jump on my dick whenever she wanted me to stay.
She deserved more than this life, more than I could ever give her.
I didn’t want her to stick around to witness my father’s legacy come to life in me.
I’d never hurt her, if I even thought of it, I would kill myself.
Darby had to be protected at all costs.
Fuck.
The little wench had grown on me. I had to stop thinking about this. I had to stop thinking about someone else filling that sweet pussy, tasting her, because I’d hunt them down and kill them.
Mine.
That possessive little thought in my head was winning and I needed it to be gone. She couldn’t ever be mine.
“Tell me about your books,” I demanded, remembering that whenever she was bored, she would pull out her kindle device and start reading. “What type of books are they?”
“Romance,” she said, smiling into my chest.
“Obviously,” I laughed. “What kind of romance? Tell me about the book you are reading right now.”
She looked away as if she were being modest, and I saw pink staining her cheeks. It could have been from our activities, but somehow I knew it was because of the books.
“If that’s your reaction, you have to tell me now,” I said.
“Well, it’s a book about a woman who is stalked, and one day her stalkers find her, and chase her through the woods. The game is if they catch her, they get to fuck her.”
“Jesus,” I let out a breath and she chuckled. “That’s…intense.”
“Yeah, but she’s into it, see she had gone on a chat forum and told her stalkers everything.
They have been obsessed with her for years so they saw their opportunity.
I’ve only just gotten up to the part where the author reveals who they really are and how they are connected to her. It’s kind of brilliant."
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, one is her brother’s best friend who she’s been crushing on and well, he obviously has a crush on him too, and the other is her best friend. It’s really cool. I like it, anyway.”
“And you like that…being chased?”
She shrugged her shoulders, leaning on my chest with her hands splayed under her chin.
Her bright eyes looked up at me and all I saw was innocence.
How this woman could like romance like that was beyond me…
but then again, the idea of chasing her down, hunting her and taking her against a tree or in the dirt did have a positive effect on me…
and I’m not sure if I was more scared of that or of what she was telling me.
“I don’t know, it sounds hot in the books, and let me tell you, it gets me fired up when I’m reading it, but if I were to ever do it, obviously I would want it to be someone I trusted, not two stalkers who I don’t know…
if that makes sense. I mean the mask aspect is totally hot too, but yeah…
I guess I just like reading romance that’s not normal. I like to be surprised.”
“I get it,” I told her, smoothing my hands down her arms. “We all like something different. Otherwise life would be pretty boring. I’m not judging you, just didn’t expect it from you.”
Her smile was weak, and I could tell she was still a little nervous about telling me. “Because I was a virgin?”
“No,” I chuckled. “I guess because you’re all sunshine and rainbows most of the time, so the darker aspects of being chased didn’t really seem to fit but I’m not judging you, Darby. I would never do that.”
“Tell me something about you…why do you like cooking so much?”
I sighed, not wanting to go into my family’s sordid history. Especially not with her. Yet, I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“My grandma looked after me a lot, my parents were always fighting and for the first eight years of my life, it was just me. She hated what my parents were like and there would be days where I would go without food or water because they simply forgot I was there. They were passionate about each other, it was either they loved or hated each other. There was no in between. My grandma would come and take me to feed me full meals and make sure I was drinking water. I’d get a hot chocolate before bed if I read her a book and cleaned up the plates so I always did.
One day, I was about ten and she was starting to make recipes for her cookbook and she asked me to come and help.
She taught me how to tell when fruit and vegetables were ripe by feeling them, or how long you needed to saute vegetables so they were carmelised.
She just had a passion for it and I loved it because at the end of the process, you got an awesome meal.
I guess I still do it because I like to be healthy, and I like feeling like I’ve done something. It reminds me of her.”
“Is she still around?”
“Yeah, she lives in Naas. I don’t see her very much anymore.”
“Did you grow up in Naas?”
I felt the sigh bubble to the surface before I could stop it. “No, she moved there…to be closer to my Da. I don’t want to see him, so I stay away. She understands.”
She nodded. “You could call her.”
I brushed a hand down my face, hating how guilty I felt for not doing that. It just hurt to not see her so much.
“I could,” I replied. “I should…I probably will when this is all over.”
“Will it ever?” she sighed. “Not that I’m complaining, but I want to go on bike rides for more than five minutes one day.”
Guilt chewed at me. I’d been given the green light to tell her about her family and instead, I’d taken her to bed and taken her virginity. I was the lowest type of scoundrel.
“Tell me about your family,” I said.
“Why?”
“I’m just curious how someone so beautiful and pure can come from such assholes.”
Her chuckle was sweet, and yet held an edge to it. There was so much I didn’t know about her and I hated that. I had a strong urge to protect her from everything, overwhelmingly so.
“Well, you know my family, so what do you want to know about?”
“Why didn't you run away?”
“I tried once,” she said, sitting up and looking down at me, her eyes travelled over the planes of my stomach, causing my skin to pimple with goosebumps and my dick to harden.
“I was caught and locked in a room for two days. I was about fifteen then, and my dad had tried to secure some kind of deal with some guy in Cork so he offered me an incentive. When I ran away, the deal went south. My dad was so angry, but Keefe stopped him from truly hurting me.”
Fury shot through me at what she must have gone through. She paused for a moment, probably thinking about Keefe no longer being around anymore. It hurt more than I cared to admit that she was all alone now.
“What happened after that?”
“Nothing really, my mother ran off with another guy and left me there. Shona would try to call me through Keefe every now and then but I didn’t know what to say to her.
I never even remembered her growing up. I suppose I was just a normal teenager, wanting to hook up with the hot prospects but they were too scared to do anything with me. ”
“So you never tried?”
“I did, a few times, but the only time I had any practice was when one of my father’s men fucked my face without realising who I was. He was new at the time. It wasn’t like with you, he shoved my head down roughly so I could hardly breathe. I didn’t like it, but with you I really liked it.”
My gut clenched at the thought of someone doing that to her. I smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her. She laid on top of me, straddling me, my cock prodding between her cheeks. My body tensed when she bit her lower lip and rubbed herself on me.
Fuck this woman was incredible.