Page 52 of Tortured Souls

“Fine, I don’t forgive you.” I back away from him as I watch his eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “I don’t forgive you for being mean to me and not trusting me. So be gone! Leave me be and allow me to sulk in my apartment alone.” My tone couldn’t be any more sarcastic as I lift my arms and fane anger. Moving around my apartment in utter disbelief at this man as I continue to act bitter.

“I said leave me, you jerk! I need no more of this behavior in my life!” I say some more, my smile now splaying across my face as I notice the mischievous smirk lift the corner of his mouth. Fuck, I love his smile.

“If you have nothing else to say, leave!” I point at the door and place my other hand on my hip dramatically as I tap my foot.

Walking towards me, his eyes darken, like a predator stalking his prey. He removes his leather cut and tosses it to the couch as I continue backing up with every step he takes. Once my back hits the wall, he towers over me, his chest pressed against mine.

“I don’t think I’ll leave just yet.” His tone is deep, playful, as he presses his groin into my abdomen. He’s hard, and I can’t help squeezing my thighs together as he grinds his hips into me. “I have a better idea. Let me show you how sorry I am.” Lowering his head to my ear, he whispers, “How does that sound?” His warm breath on my ear makes me shiver against him. A soft moan escapes me, his deep chuckle vibrating against my chest as he continues.

“Use your words, tesoro.”

“Th-that sounds g-good,” I answer. My voice is a mere whisper as I try my hardest to slow my racing heart. The way my body responds to this man should be studied in a lab. I thought his violence was intimidating, but oh, no. This man’s sexual presence is that of a magician.

“Good girl.”

SAXON

My fingers hook beneath her cotton shirt. Long fingers dance across her soft skin as I raise her shirt up and over her head. As soon as she’s free of the shirt, she puts her hands up in front of me, stopping me from reaching for her bra.

“Hold on one second. I need to use the bathroom.” Side stepping me, she runs to her bathroom and closes the door behind her. While she’s in the bathroom, I kick off my boots and sit on the edge of her bed. Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to Saint, telling him where I’m at and that I won’t be home until later. He sends me back a thumbs-up emoji. I pocketmy cell when I hear the bathroom door opening. Sky is wearing only her black lace panties and matching bra. My cock instantly grows hard beneath my rough jeans. I go to stand up, but she lifts her hand, making her way over to me before climbing on my lap. Her arms wrap around my neck and she slowly grinds her pelvis against the roughness of my denim.

I wrap my hands around her small waist, pushing her further down against my painfully growing erection.

“You were saying you wanted to talk about something back at the rage room. What was that?” she asks in her sultry voice that has me turning to putty in her hands as her tongue darts out to lick my earlobe. I glide my hands up her back until I reach the clasp of her bra and unlatch the metal pieces, successfully freeing her breasts. She sits up straight and allows me to thread her arms through her bra one at a time. My mouth takes in one of her nipples. Groaning, she arches her back, allowing me full access. As I suck and bite, I answer her question.

“This suicide mission you’re going on. You can forget about it. I won’t lose you, not after I just got you back.” She sighs as I move onto her other breast, showing it the same attention as the other.

“You can’t stop me from doing what I’ve set out to do, Saxon. I’ve planned this all along.” With one hand, she grabs my hair tie and allows my hair to fall from its restraints.

“I can, baby, and I will. You’re not going. We can figure out a new plan. They’ll get what’s coming for them. You just won’t have to do it alone.” She grinds her pussy against my now fully erect cock. Quickly, she unfastens my belt and makes quick work of my jeans. Once my cock is free, her slender fingers wrap around me as she starts pumping up and down. I groan, her grip just enough to drive me insane while my insides beg for more.

“How are you going to stop me, huh?” she asks, her tone playful as she tests the waters of my sanity.

“I’ll gladly tie your ass up to this bed, put a collar on this beautiful neck, and maybe even get a leash that will forever be attached to me.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she mocks, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Oh, baby, I think you’ve forgotten just how crazy I can be.” Lifting herself on her knees, she slides her panties to the side before slowly lowering herself onto my cock, inch by inch, until we are perfectly fit together. Pelvis to pelvis.

“Oh shiiiit.” She groans, her clit rubbing against my pelvis as she finds her rhythm against me.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. Fuck yourself.” I moan, her pussy strangling me as it welcomes me home. My hands grip her hips tightly as she lets her head fall back, chasing her orgasm.

As much as I want this woman to succeed with everything she does, I can’t allow her to have herself killed in the process. We may be playing around right now, but I couldn’t be more serious about tying her down. If she thinks for a second, I’d let her walk into a lion’s den alone, she doesn’t know the extent I will go to protect her.

I fucked up two months ago, and I’ll have to live with that, but I can make it right, starting now. I won’t let her face her demons alone. I will fight for this woman to the bitter end. These past two months have been the worst of my life. I’ve never felt so broken, even when both my parents died. This pain was worse. At least with my parents’ deaths, there was truly nothing I could do to stop it. However, with Sky, I was the one to push her away. I was the one to make her leave, and I was the one that caused her all this pain. I fucked up royally, and I will never do it again. I will fight for her every damn day and protect her with everything I have. That I promise. I will prove to her that my heart is hers and only hers. I love this woman, and I won’t let anyone destroy her, even if that someone is herself.

“You’re so fucking perfect, tesoro,” I groan, my head resting against her chest as she grinds herself against me. Her arousal and pleasure are evident by the sounds she’s creating between us. Her juices sliding across my abdomen with every move she makes. I’m so close. My core is tightening beneath her, and my muscles are tensing as she moves faster and faster.

“Oh God, I’m so close. I’m about to—” her whole body tenses up, her thighs trembling as she holds my hair in a vise grip. Her eyes have closed and her mouth is ajar as her movements begin to slow. Gripping her hips tighter, I lift her up just slightly and thrust my hips up and down, chasing my own release that’s rapidly coming. When I slam her down on top of me again, I spill inside her with a groan, filling her. She’s still coming down from her own bliss when her forehead rests against my shoulder, my arms circling her back and pulling her flush against me.

We stay like this, frozen in time in the best possible way. The room is filled with only the sounds of our breaths. Her fingers thread through my hair, her long nails scratching my scalp gently.

“Fuuuck, that feels good, baby,” I say, resting my head against her shoulder as she continues.

“Saxon.”

“Yes, tesoro?”