Chapter 10 #2
I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip, my stomach tightening.
I knew who he was. Dangerous. There were points in my life I fought against that truth, but when we graduated high school, I learned too quickly that Harris was hard.
He had to be to survive in his family’s business.
To meet his father’s expectations. And maybe that fed my crush on him growing up.
It was the bad boy side that I guess I liked.
Still, I never allowed myself to fixate on what being a mafia boss meant until recently.
Mostly because we weren’t friends anymore.
However, I knew that he hurt people. Most likely more.
I’d like to think all those people were bad.
He couldn’t be so kind to me and horrible to innocent others.
I’d heard things about his father being cold and cutthroat, but I’d heard through the grapevine that since Harris had taken over, things were getting better.
Less violence and more alliances formed.
However, he was still feared, and that led me to believe that he was no pushover.
This warlock had hurt us, and Harris had it resolved in one day of knowing our attacker’s identity.
I narrowed my eyes. “What does force mean?”
His hands moved from my waist to my ass, possessively squeezing it, and sending a jolt to my center despite the seriousness of this conversation. “You don’t need to know.”
Okay, now he was annoying me. He did something connected to me and still wasn’t telling me. “Of course I do.”
“If I told you what happened, what would it matter? You’re not going anywhere.”
The audacity of him. “You keep saying that as if you can control me.”
He chuckled. “You heard all that I’ve done, and you still don’t think I control what happens to those around me?”
“You’re being an asshole now.” He’d agreed to compromise. Hadn’t he? Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure. So much had happened, and as I replayed our conversations, I began to be unsure that he ever agreed to really relax his ways.
I’d been had.
I shoved at his chest, but that was like pushing a brick wall. So, I got out of the shower, angrily searching for a towel.
I heard the shower cut off, and soon a large wet body pressed against me. He wrapped his arms around my naked body. It was challenging to stay focused on my anger when his dick was pressed against my back.
“It was a poor choice of words, princess,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head.
I tried to wiggle free, but he wouldn’t budge. “You’re damn right it was, but you still believe those poor choices of words. I know you’re used to having control, but if we are going to be together, this has to be a partnership. That’s how I work.”
“I get it. When I have to engage in these activities, I get into a certain state, like I explained the other night. I have less of a filter, and I let my darker side lead. That’s not a good combination.
This is why I asked Paulo to hold you. I need time to decompress, do my ten counts, and get my mind right. ”
That actually made sense. Harris rarely lost control, from what I remembered, and if he ever had to go to a dark place, I understood that it would take a lot out of him. Still, his darker side was part of him. And that part of him wanted to control me.
“Whatever plans you have for me, get them out of your head. You can call me princess, but you can’t lock me away in a castle.”
He moved a hand over my hip, toward my center, as if he heard nothing I said. Maybe I should have listened to Paulo, but then again, I also needed to see this side of him. “I would only lock you away if I had to.”
I smacked his hand. “I’m being serious, Harris.”
He found my pussy and splayed his hand over it, covering me possessively. “So am I.”
He brushed a finger along my slit, and I sucked in a breath despite my current mood.
Shit. I was already growing wet. It took so very little with him.
I couldn’t give in, but there was just too much electric chemistry between us for me to fight how my body reacted.
I grabbed his wrist to stop his movement, but was once again reminded how damn strong he was.
It was useless trying to budge him. He would move if he wanted, but not by my physical force.
I needed to tell him to stop. I knew he would listen, but I didn’t.
My body craved his touch, no matter how annoyed I was with him. “You don’t listen.”
He dipped a finger inside of me, his thumb strumming my clit just the way I liked it.
“I listen very well, baby. If you want me to stop, I will. I only have two non-negotiables. One, I will continue to do what I have to do to protect you.” He dipped another finger in me, stretching me.
He hooked his long fingers, hitting the spot that would make me come undone.
My legs trembled as my body heated with impending release.
“Two, I will not let you go. There is no going back now. That time has passed.” His other hand went to one of my breasts, instantly tweaking my already hardened nipple.
I was going to come right in his hand if he kept this up.
What were we talking about again? “I am utterly in love with you, Camilla. I’m not sure I could let you go, even if I tried. ”
I wasn’t sure if it was the confession or his fingers, but I exploded in his hand, drenching his fingers.
My chest heated from his words, and I cried out, tightening my grip on his wrist to balance myself as my legs weakened under me.
When he finally stopped his ministrations between my thighs, I leaned back against his chest, feeling his hardness at my back.
I could already feel a slight wetness from his precum, and it sent a buzz to my head.
How much he was turned on by me was definitely hot. “I was supposed to be mad at you.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, and I shuddered in response, my body still sensitive. “How’s that working out, princess?”
“If you try to control me, I’ll send you to another realm. One you won’t like.” I could control where the realm opened if it was some place I’d been before. There were a few very unpleasant ones.
He growled in my ear before giving it a playful bite that zapped right to my core again. “Hmm, I love it when you threaten me, baby.”
I fluttered my lashes, the bass of his voice vibrating through every nerve and setting me on fire. “You are very unserious.”
He jutted his hips, pressing his erection into me. “I’m very serious about you, my love. But you were heard. I won’t make decisions affecting you without talking to you first.”
“Will you change them if I disagree with them?”
He didn’t respond, and I tried to twist out of his grip, but of course, he wouldn’t let me go. “Oh no, baby. I can’t let you go. I fucking need you.”
“You didn’t answer me!”
He picked me up in his arms, despite my protest. “I will try my best. Can you be okay with that?”
He walked us to the bed, even though we were still wet.
He lay me on my stomach and immediately pressed his body over mine so I could not get away.
I wiggled my ass, already losing the plot because I was supposed to have him understand that he couldn’t control me. Not that I was itching to escape him.
“As long as you really try,” I replied, turning slightly to him.
“It’ll give me heartburn, but for you, I will.”
I giggled, and it quickly turned into a moan as I felt his erection against the crack of my ass. “Baby, I really need to bury myself in you right now. But I’m not sure how gentle I can be in my current state. Can you handle that, my love?”
I pressed my forehead into the pillow, my body sizzling with anticipation of receiving him. I would handle anything he gave me because I wanted him. All of him. Even the dark parts that made me want to zap him into another realm.
I nodded, and he kissed my shoulder. Then I felt the push of him in my pussy.
He moved slowly at first, but, as if he felt a sudden urgency, he slammed in the rest of the way.
I cried out, not expecting that much force.
I gripped the sheets as the burn from the stretch overtook me.
My body craved him, but it was still not fully ready for him.
He slowed, sprinkling kisses on my skin. “I can’t keep this pace, sweetheart.”
I didn’t need him to, as I quickly adapted to his size again. “It’s okay. Harder.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, quickening his speed. “You feel so good, baby.”
He slammed harder into me, the slapping sound of our bodies connecting filling the room.
The stretch still slightly burned, but I loved having him in me.
Loved the connection of our bodies. Of his joining with me.
I wanted to be annoyed and disturbed by his possessiveness, but I also got high on it.
Enjoyed how much he wanted to care for me, even if it felt irrational.
Maybe that was toxic, but I knew, deep down, it was because he’d deprived us of a relationship all these years, and I wanted this to be our time just as much as he did.
I wanted this to work, despite the nagging feeling of fear edging around us.
I still needed answers about what the warlock said, but I understood that he needed this break. And hell, so did I.
He continued to thrust into me, filling me.
He covered me in skin-bruising kisses and tiny bites that bordered on pain.
However, the pain only turned me on more.
His fingers moved between my legs, swiping over my clit, and I cried into the pillow.
I ground on his fingers as he slapped his body into mine, his movements rapid and almost punishing.
It felt both like too much and just enough.
I couldn’t make sense of it. The overstimulation from his hands, hips, and mouth.
He knew my body; even in this state, he knew what to do.
“Harris, I’m going to come.”