THIRTY-FOUR
Tequila
I spin my hand, testing the water, emotions rushing through me.
Brass.
Mya.
Danika.
The abuse they endured both mentally and physically is heartbreaking. The fear of being sold and never seeing my loved ones again was also dreadful. Never seeing Throttle.
Unable to stop crying, my shoulders tremble with each sob.
I sense him before I feel him. Throttle’s arms enclose around me. He brought me into his lap, just like he did at the warehouse, with my back against his chest. My man, my love, cradling me as we sit on the bathroom floor. He didn’t speak. I didn’t speak. Despite my hair being covered in blood, he tenderly rocks and caresses me with the utmost gentleness, making me the most important person on the planet.
When I had nothing left in me. With nothing left to cry, I exhale and shift my body to face those golden eyes. “I’m okay. I needed that. But I’m good now.”
“Let me take care of you, my rose.”
He removes my shirt, exposing my bare breasts, and then he takes off his cut, already shirtless underneath, after lending it to me.
I lean forward and stroke his muscular chest.
He inhales at my touch. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He kisses my hand while helping me stand and takes off his jeans and socks before pulling off my underwear, admiringly gazing at me. “You’re beautiful. So perfect.” He kisses my forehead. “If you want to be alone, I understand.”
“No. I need you here with me.”
He takes a step forward, lifts me, and softly puts me into the bathtub. The warmth at once soothing me.
Throttle joins me and uses the washcloth to clean my face, removing any traces of blood. Then he massages my breasts and works his way down, sliding the towel to my abdomen. He halts and applies the shampoo to massage my scalp and hair before rinsing it. He cleanses every part of me, apart from my bandaged arm, leaving no trace of blood or dirt behind. Just what’s in the water.
Exhausted yet in need of him. His touch is what I crave above all else, even sleep. With him inside me, he destroys the bad. I can care less we’re soaking in the fluid that wasn’t ours.
I make my way toward him and climb onto his lap. His hardened cock touches my pussy.
Throttle hisses and clasps my waist. “We don’t have to do this. If you need time. We can wait. I’ve waited forever to have you. But this… this doesn’t have to happen right now.”
I grind on him. “I want you. I need to experience what love is. Not pain and suffering. Not torture. This. Love.” I lean in. “Because I love you too.”
He crashes his mouth to mine and guides his cock inside me.
I let out a pleasurable moan and wiggle my hips. I ride him with my arms caressed around his neck. As my clit presses against his pelvis, I'm almost reaching climax.
The water sloshes around as I continue to move on him. His hands, rough yet gentle, guide my skin to the beat, and I surrender. The orgasm explodes through me, and Throttle releases too, filling me with his cum.
Yes.
I grab his hair, and he grabs mine. Connecting us closely.
After we finish, I rest my forehead on his strong shoulder as he circles around my back.
Fatigue overwhelms me and I'm certain I drift off to sleep on him. Right there in the blood-filled tub.
I open my eyes to witness the room shifting and myself being carried to a bed.
Throttle’s bed.
I lose myself in the familiar aroma and find solace in his comforting presence. I tuck myself into the front of him and he closes his body around me.
“Sleep, my rose. You’re safe.”
As darkness envelops me, those were the last words I remember.