Page 33 of Tortured Souls

“I need you, baby. Right. Fucking. Now.” With my arm, I slide all her weapons off the table and set her down. Her hands wrap around the nape of my neck and pull me towards her lips again. With her nails, she scratches my scalp, grabbing my hair at the elastic and pulling it free. She loves having something to hold on to, and I love the pain she ignites by pulling my hair into her delicate hands.

“Well, all the ba—” Finn’s voice cuts off, followed by a devilish laugh. “Don’t mind me. I’m going to have a smoke anyway.”Good. Fucking leave. I have some business to take care of with my girl.“Hey, Sax, do you think I could jo?—”

“Get the fuck out, Finn!” I yell, knowing exactly what he was about to ask, and no fucking way am I sharing. He leaves, chuckling to himself, allowing me to get back to focusing on pleasing my girl.

I undo her jeans, lifting her up so I can slide them past her ass and hips. Without breaking our kiss, I slide my hand beneath her panties. I groan at the wetness that’s pooled between her thighs.

“So wet already, baby. Have you missed me?”

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whimpers, pushing her pelvis into my hand, eager for me to relieve her ache. I slide two fingers between her sex, collecting her arousal before I push inside hertightness. Dropping her head back, she lets out the sweetest sound.

“You like that, tesoro? Fuck, you're dripping for me.” She doesn’t answer me, but her sweet sounds fill the room around us. I push my fingers deeper, my thumb circling her clit while my mouth sucks and bites her neck, eliciting more deliciously sweet sounds from my girl.

“Saxon, please.”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“You. I need you inside me. Right now.” Rapidly, I pull my aching cock out. It’s already glistening with precum, and I nudge her entrance with the head. She presses her forehead to mine, angling her hips closer, needing me to fill her up. Sliding my cock up and down her pussy, I coat myself in her, getting ready to slide in.

“I need you, Saxon. Now.” I push into her slowly, until I’m fully seated. The stretch of her walls has her tensing, so I give her a second to allow the sting to morph into pleasure. I grab her hips and squeeze tight, needing to hold onto her.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby. Are you ready?” She gives me a few quick nods, while locking her hands around my neck and holding on tight.

“That’s my good girl.” I start thrusting my hips in and out of her. The sound of her arousal coating my cock turns me feral. The dark beast inside needs to claim her in every way. I’m not gentle or soft, not at all. I’m taking what I want, and by the look on Skylar’s face, she is floating in her own pool of pleasure. My girl likes it rough.

“Fuuuck, tesoro. Your pussy is swallowing me deep.” I’m already so close, her whimpers letting me know she’s close too. I curl my fingers around her neck and squeeze just enough for her to struggle to get a good breath in. Our eyes lock as I continue to piston my hips into her with brutal force. When she snakesher hands beneath my shirt and digs her nails into my skin, I detonate. I press my thumb on her clit, and instantly, a scream slips past her lips as her head falls back, her orgasm slamming into her so hard she begins to tremble.

I slowly release my hold on her throat as I thrust a few more times until my cum is shooting deep inside her. My whole body tenses, my vision cloudy as my orgasm soars through my veins, filling every piece of my broken, fucked-up soul, until I’m a complete man once again. Her legs wrap around my hips, holding me close as she rides out her ecstasy, and I stay deep inside her, my cock perfectly comfortable right where it’s at. Home. My hands press flat on the table beside her as my head rests on her shoulder.

We stay this way, her nails gently scratching up and down my back, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. For so long, I’ve been a powerful, bloodthirsty, dominating, arrogant prick. I’ve had to be this hard, unfeeling force that keeps the fabric of my father’s club together. It’s exhausting at times. So right now, with my head on her shoulder, I let her soothe me. Soothe the beast that’s constantly fighting against its caged bars, screaming to get out. No one takes care of Saxon Wilder, not in this sense. Of course, my brothers, the club, and my sister all look out for me in their own ways. I don’t always want to be the leader, nor do I want to carry the stress of being in charge all the time. Sometimes I wish I could pass the baton to someone else, even just for a little bit. My mind and body need a break, and when I’m with her, I allow myself that comfort. This feeling right here, allowing myself to feel small in my girl’s arms, is peaceful.

She’s my peace.

SKYLAR

Saxon’s warm body stays pressed against my chest, his head propped on my shoulder as I continue dragging my nails up and down his back. His cock is softening inside me as we hold still. I love that he seems to grow smaller against me, his body releasing all the tension he usually holds while I soothe him with my nails. I have a feeling no one has ever seen Saxon like this, and I love that his trust in me is strong enough to allow himself to drop his guard. I can’t imagine him feeling this comfortable when he learned who I was. Who I am. As his arms snake around my waist and pull me closer to him, I know that he’ssurrendering a piece of himself to me. Something I’m sure he is not accustomed to giving away, considering who he is.

“Who’s left on your kill list, tesoro?” My hands still against his back.What did he just say?Peeling his body away from mine, he tucks himself back into his jeans while I jump off the table and right my own clothes.

“What are you talking about, Saxon?”

“Baby, this isn’t our first rodeo together. I saw your list in your room. How many more do you have?” My mouth is surely gaping at his nonchalance at finding my list. He’s not questioning it, nor is he running in the opposite direction. He’s just standing here with me, staring into my soul, awaiting my response.

“Saxon, it’s complicated. I don’t know if we shou?—”

“What’s complicated about wanting revenge against your enemies?” He cups the side of my face and kisses my forehead gently.

“I’m not asking you so I can take away your plans. I’m asking you so I can help you.”

“Why would you do that?” I whisper, my eyes roaming all over his face to see if this is all a joke. He steps up closer to me, both hands cupping my face now as he rests his forehead against mine.

“Because whoever your enemies are, they’re now my enemies. If you want someone dead, just tell me who, and I’ll find them for you. If you want me to handle it alone, I will. But I see how important it is for you to do this with your own hands. I won’t take away your revenge again, but I will be right here with you. I’m yours now, and you’re mine.” Soft lips press into mine; my eyes fall closed as I let this man’s words fill my chest. This is too fast, right? This thing between us isn’t society’s normal relationship. Is this a relationship?

“How fucking sweet. I could puke.” Finn’s voice reminds me that he, too, is here. Saxon ends our kiss, and I make a mental note to punch Finn for disturbing this moment.

“So, what you’re saying is we get to do this again soon?” Finn claps his hands together in excitement.

“Wait, we?” I say to him, raising my eyebrow at him as he drops both arms and spreads them wide in shock.