CHAPTER 17
Adam
T his ass is incredible .
I love the sight of her ass in the air and the feel of her body at my mercy.
I rub my hands over the perfect globes of her bottom.
She's perfect in every way, from her long, lean legs to her firm round ass.
Even her back is perfectly sculpted and those tits.
..I would've become obsessed with her at the sight of those naked tits alone, but she's so much more than what the eyes can take in.
She's strong even when she doesn't feel confident.
She's skilled and she uses her talent to cope with the world around her.
When she's playing volleyball, she doesn't think of anything else.
Other people can't see how she's not using that as a weapon against them.
She's using it as a weapon against her own negative thoughts.
She's generous with her time, giving it to those boys who need her even though it must have been a struggle for her to get started in an unfamiliar environment with a large group of strangers.
Eve is mine, and I will protect what is mine from any threat and all enemies.
This punishment is necessary. It's important that she understands we are not a maybe.
We will not 'see if this works out'. Nothing can take her from me. Not even her.
This is the first time that we've fucked in this position because she doesn't want me to be behind her when she's naked.
I was never going to let that stand and it's time we conquered this insecurity.
Getting on my knees behind her, I line up my cock at her entrance.
She whimpers beneath me as I slam into her wet hot pussy.
Fuck she feels so good . Every part of her hugs every part of me and sucks me in like she doesn't ever want to let me go.
I use my rigid grip on her hips to slam her back into me as I throttle my hips forward into her tight, wet heat.
She's so open to me and so ready. I won't last long in this position, especially after the marathon fucking we've already been doing this evening.
My growl rumbles through my chest as I hammer into her again and again.
She cries out in pleasure with the force of each thrust and her mouth is wide open, whimpering between cries.
I reach up and grab her shoulder, giving myself more leverage as I hammer into her harder with each thrust. Pulling her body back with force as I pound into her over and over again.
My balls slap her clit with each connection of our bodies, causing her to moan and thrash beneath me as she gets closer to her climax.
Still, I continue to pound her sweet cunt.
I feel her orgasm coming at the same time she does.
I know the signs. Her legs quiver like she's going into shock.
Maybe she is . Her eyes squint shut and her spine curves before going rigid.
"Ah, Adam...I-"
Fuck! Fuck!
Her pussy clenches almost painfully, rippling around my cock forcing my own orgasm from me. I feel it in my toes and my chest at first and then all at once, it consumes me. My mind is hazy, and my vision is too bright.
"Fuck, Eve. Fuck!"
My thrusts become jerky and uneven. Shallower as she continues to convulse around me, drawing out every last drop of cum from my cock.
Fuck. Falling forward onto her back and pushing her body flat to the bed beneath us, I'm struggling to catch my breath.
My dick is still buried inside her as I kiss her shoulder.
She's perfectly still, unable to move. I move her hair to the side so that I can kiss more of her.
..and then I see it. I see what I now know: she's been hiding from me all this time.
Rage blots my vision, and violent thoughts fill my mind.
High on her back, between her shoulder blades in her beautiful tan skin, is a...carving...in her flesh. Crudely carved letters.
She realizes what I'm looking at and tenses.
Suddenly, she regains enough energy to try to roll me off of her.
There's no chance of that happening. I'm filled with a fury that I haven't felt in a long time.
She couldn't have done this to herself. Not only would it be extremely difficult to reach this area of her back, but she couldn't even see it without the aid of dueling mirrors.
Someone did this to her. Who the fuck dared to touch what is mine?
Motionless and sizzling with unspent rage, I 'm still staring as I finally make out what the letters spell. My fury reaches a frenzied pitch when I put the letters together in my mind...
M-I-N-E
The word MINE has been crudely carved into the back of MY EVE. I don't realize that I'm shaking all over until I hear Eve's calming voice say, "It's okay. It was a long time ago and I don't remember it. Please don't be upset."
"Who?" Is all that I can growl out with a shaky exhale in the moment.
"I don't know. I don't remember that time in my life."
"Was it your parents?"
"No. I'm adopted and it was there before they got me. It was there even before I went into foster care."
Adopted? Foster Care? The fuck?
I roll off of her so that she can turn to face me.
"What else don't I know?"
"I don't know. A lot, maybe. We still haven't known each other that long and it's been kind of intense. We haven't done all the tragic backstory stuff."
"We're doing it now. Why didn't you tell me that you were adopted?"
"You didn't ask, and it didn't come up. It didn't seem important enough to mention at the time."
Hmm...it didn't seem important enough to mention that she spent time living with strangers after what? Abandonment? Abuse? And 'oh, by the way, she's been brutally tortured'. Right.
Quirking a brow and narrowing my eyes, I silently let her know that this explanation isn't good enough. She heaves a deep sigh and begins.
"I was found. When I was 14. I was wandering in the street and looked to be in pretty rough shape from what I've read in my file. I had quite a few fresh injuries. It's the first memory I have."
Stay still. Stay silent. Stay calm. Breathe.
"A policeman found me and couldn't get me to speak, so he brought me to the hospital.
I was malnourished and had a vitamin D deficiency.
A few fresh cuts, some bruises, and a pretty significant knot on my head.
There were some old scars. Nothing like the one that's on my back though.
I had a couple of healed rib fractures, and my left arm had been broken and healed in two places.
Everything healed well, so those things may have been treated.
I couldn't tell them anything about where I had come from or where I'd been, and no one came forward to claim me.
No one recognized me and no one wanted me. "
How can that be true? It can't. I don't know what happened, but I know someone was looking for this girl.
"Pretty soon after that, I went into foster care.
I wasn't the easiest keeper, so I was transferred through a few homes.
No one treated me badly. They just couldn't handle me.
I was labeled by my case workers as aggressive when pressured and a runner.
Evidently, I would respond too violently if I felt threatened and I never stayed in one place too long.
I would sneak out and run away. The families never wanted me back after those episodes. "
Violent? I haven't seen it, but I know it's there. I can sense it. I've witnessed the runner in her. I shudder at the memory.
"Finally, in high school, I showed some promise in volleyball.
It got me noticed locally and my story kind of got around.
Not about how I was found or what I was like in foster homes.
Just that I was available for adoption, and I showed 'expert level flair at the net'.
It wasn't long after that when the Masons adopted me.
I've been with them for over two years now. And that's it. That's my story."
"What about the other stuff? How you are around people."
She flops her head back onto the pillow and scoots closer to me so she can press her cheek against my chest. "You already know that I don't like groups of people, but that stuff started later.
I didn't actually develop the anxiety until after I was adopted.
I don't know why. Something about the change in environment and rebelling against stability. "
I don't even have to ask where that head-talk bullshit originated. Her psychologist is obviously the source of this nonsense.
Anyway so, what you probably don't know is that I also don't like to be touched.
I don't know why...I just don't like it.
I never have. It's uncomfortable. Not with you though.
When you touch me...even the very first time that you touched me.
..I felt...I don't know.....I just felt.
..a lot. When other people touch me, it's overstimulating and I feel tension all over my body. "
Funny, I don't want her to be touched either. Although, I'll feel a lot more than tension if someone tries. So will they.
These feelings can't stand. My strong, beautiful, intelligent girl is not going to feel like she's less than she is just because of the company that she's in. She is going to get past this, and I am going to help her do it.
"What do you feel when you're around groups of people?"
"Fear. I know most people think social anxiety revolves around the fear of being judged by other people and it can be but that's not what it is for me.
I feel fear, like I need to be hyper-vigilant for my own safety.
I really don't understand it myself because, face to face, I'm really not scared of people and when I'm pressured, my first response is fight, not flight. "
I can't help but laugh at this. Her feisty friend Vaughn has this same response.
This may have something to do with why Eve's roommate has been her first real friend in all these years.
The real question is, why doesn't she remember what happened to her?
And WHAT was so traumatic that she blocked it out?
That carving in her back is gruesome. My hands tingle at the sight of it, and I want to ruin someone, everyone.
Even though she doesn't remember it, I want to take that pain from her.
"What's so funny?"
"You fighters like to stick together. Your little friend, Vaughn.
..she's a fighter too. The moment she heard Ace's voice from outside her door that day, she lost all sense of decency and became a rabid spider monkey.
She flew through the air and started throwing punches before she even knew what she was hitting. "
Her soft chuckle calms me, warming my cold heart from the inside out.
I'm still holding her tightly to my chest, running my hand through her thick locks.
"So...Nathan. How long have you been seeing him? Wait, I don't like the sound of that. How long has he been treating you?"
Her voice is quieter, and she yawns after she finishes her sentence. "Ever since I moved in with the Masons. Over two years."
"Where are your biological parents?"
Silence.
"Love?"
Nothing but her soft, rhythmic breathing.
I pull back, looking at her face. Lips that are slightly parted.
Eyes closed... so peaceful. I am again hit with a wave of anger.
The scars on her back occurred before the age of fourteen.
What happened to this woman that was so traumatic that she had to block it out and who do I kill for it?