“Relax.”
“I… can’t.”
“Then don’t.”
I give her another two hard smacks, and she’s so busy reeling from them that she doesn’t have time to brace herself before I’m pushing into her.
She bites her arm with the effort of not crying out, and after my initial rough thrust, I stay inside her for a few moments without moving.
Both to let her get used to my girth, and to drink in the way her tight walls squeeze around me.
Oh, fuck. This is heaven.
I think I’d be happy to stay in her ass for the rest of my life.
I think I’d be happy to die here.
But I’m so hard I can’t help but start thrusting, gently at first, because I can tell it hurts her, then roughly, becausefuck, does it feel good.
Not even the arm she’s stuffed against her mouth can keep the cries from spilling out, half pain, all arousal, as I drive in and out of her, then toss her stomach-down on the bed so I can pound into her all the harder.
I slam a palm on her mouth and pull her hair with my other hand, violently thrusting into her until my balls tighten and I’m filling her with a second load.
I pull out, admiring the way my cum trickles out of her ass.Myass.
Then I flip her around, and my stomach sinks to the floor when I see tears on her face.
Damn it.
I guess fucking her twice in a row has squashed the sadistic side of me, or maybe, it’s because I don’t understand why she’s crying. I’m not sure what’s going on, but her tears don’t have their usual effect on me. They frighten me.
“What’s wrong, Lia?” I whisper, stroking her curls away from her damp face.
She sniffs loudly. “I’m… I’m scared, Logan. Please… never leave me.”
Cruel words. My heart cripples in my chest, and I have to take deep breaths to calm myself.
“I’m here.”
“I mean that I… I just…please, Logan. I’m so fucking scared.”
It’s all I can do to bite down on my urge to reassure her. I have to remind myself, forcefully, that she deserves it. She deserves it all.
Of course, I’m relieved as fuck that she wasn’t raped, but in a way, it’s made things more complicated. I was going to killhim. I would have in a heartbeat. I had it all planned out: I was going to drive her straight to him, in that secluded place he wanted us to meet him, and I was going to shoot him in the head. Consequences be damned.
But now she’s told me he didn’t do it. I know he’s hit her, and I don’t know how I can let him walk away from that. Yet killing him would endanger Damien and Everest. The entire family would come after me if I killed the don’s son, and I have no doubt Damien and Everest would take my side. We wouldn’t stand a chance. I just can’t do that to my friends.
Especially not for a snake like Lia.
So I stay silent, lying down beside her. I can keep the reassurance in my throat, but I can’t prevent my fingers from stroking the side of her face.
Silence stretches between us for full minutes, before she breaks it with a whisper. “What now?”
“Now,” I say, my eyes dragging up and down her beautiful ghostly pale, freckled body, “Now, I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”
Her face breaks into a smile, but I can sense all the pain, all the confusion, hidden behind it. All she says, though, is, “Okay.”
“I don’t need your permission,” I grunt.