One who would introduce her to several methods of pain.
And one who would always be by her side.
Mine.
Mine…
I gripped her hips, closing my eyes as I plunged in long and deep. My balls were so full, swollen to the point of sheer anguish. I wouldn’t last long.
The sound was mesmerizing, our combined animalistic growls, skin against skin. This was pure magic.
“Squeeze that tight ass of yours. Do it. Now!”
She did as she was told, clenching until she stole my breath.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes!” As I threw my head back, issuing a ferocious roar, I envisioned another time and another place.
One of peace.
One that had lasted forever.
I filled her with cum, more satisfied than I’d been in a long time.
“Mmm…” she mumbled, her body relaxing.
I rubbed her hair, tangling my fingers in the beautiful silky strands and pressing kisses along the back of her neck until our breathing quieted. “We need to get back.” I heard the odd slant in my tone, a mixture of continued anger and anxiety. I backed away, sliding my cock into my pants.
She turned to stare at me, chewing on her inner cheek. Exhaling, she scanned the area, suddenly becoming embarrassed, her arm moving over her breasts. She grabbed her dress, struggling to get it over her shoulders.
“You’re angry with me,” I said as gently as possible.
“I think the realization is that you’re angry with everything and everyone.”
“You’re right in what you said before. The rage is eating me alive. I have my reasons. I’ve been angry for a very long time, but I promise you that I know what’s best. You’re going to have to learn to trust me.”
She was shivering in my arms, her eyes searching for the truth. “Trust. You have to be kidding me. I don’t know you and I should hate you instead of…”
“Fucking me?”
A strangled sigh slipped past her pursed lips. “Exactly.”
“You don’t hate me, Francesca, because I’ve opened your eyes, peeled away those layers of chains you had wrapped around you for decades. I’ve given you the freedom to choose.”
“Are you crazy? I’m your prisoner. Even the intimacy we share is all your deciding.”
“But are you really my prisoner? The way you react to me, the electricity we share can’t be denied.”
“Just physical attraction.”
“I think you know better. Why did you run?”
“Because…” Francesca opened her mouth then closed her eyes. “I don’t understand any of this. You tell me bits and pieces while keeping me locked away. Then you destroy our dinner without telling me why. The rage comes on out of the blue. You’re right. I am afraid of you!”
There was no retort that was going to make this any better. “I’m sorry for that.”
She shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “I’ve seen such gentleness, passion roaring from you like just a few moments ago, but I never know when you’re going to erupt.”
Seeing the fear in her eyes was gut-wrenching.
“I saw you watching your own movie with tears in your eyes. What the hell was that? Remorse? Guilt? You called that man a fake. What do you call the man you are now? When you get what you want, then what are you going to do with me?”
“I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, Francesca, that I’m guilty for, but wanting to harm you isn’t one of them. The simple truth is that I’m the only man who can keep you safe.”
“You are kidding me! Why should I believe you? Why? Why would you even bother? I’m just a method of revenge for you. Nothing more. Well, maybe a good piece of ass.”
“You’re more than that. Why should you believe me? Because I wouldn’t lie to you. Because I do care about you whether I should or not. You’ve gotten under my skin. I can’t stop thinking about you, the way you taste and the way your body writhes underneath mine. I want to fill you with my cock several times a day, taking you over and over again. I care about the beautiful yet vulnerable woman who has obviously lived a difficult life. I adore your energy and intelligence, your verve and lust for everything around you. Why? Because you belong to me. As crazy as it sounds, you are mine. And why would I protect you? Because that’s what men do.”
“Neanderthal men. There has to be another reason. The truth, Michael. Tell me the truth.”
I spit out the words without thinking.
“Because there’s a contract on your life.”
Francesca
Michael handed me a glass of wine seconds before he grabbed his phone, forcefully punching in his code. I watched him, the way his fingers pressed the screen, even memorizing his damn code. He was still angry, the silence on the ride creating a stagnant pool between us.
He’d taken a picture of a folded piece of paper seconds after coming into the house.