Breaking Me Softly (English Edition) (Fighting Hearts Book 1)

by Melody Adams

  “O-kay” I said carefully and sat down. I waited until he had taken his seat and started eating.

  Viper

  I sat down at the table … my heart was pounding. It took a great effort not to disclose anything. I had already shown too much reaction when I saw her and was hoping that she had not noticed anything. She still thought I was blind and could not recognize her but I was able to see. There was no doubt about it now. It was her! I could not believe it. How could she pretend this whole time to be somebody else? Why didn’t she say anything? I was so confused that I could barely eat. On the one hand I wanted to put my hands around her neck and strangle her for all that she had done to me. On the other hand I wanted to pull her into my arms and do what I should have done last night. Should fuck her until she wouldn’t not know who or where she was. Dammit! If only I could understand what was going on.

  “Have you been in this profession for a long time?” I asked her.

  She looked at me, but I looked past her so she would not recognize that I was able to see. Her features were still a bit blurry but my vision had cleared a bit since I had gotten up.

  “About three years”, she answered. “Usually I worked for elderly ladies. I worked for a caregiver and always sent me out to care for other patients.”

  “Why did you stop working there?”

  She sighed … “I was the one that had the shortest employment and when they had to downsize, I was the one that was told to leave. The only other employee that worked there less time than me, had to provide for her kids. I was therefore chosen, of course. I then saw the ad in the paper and immediately applied.”

  “Did anybody tell you, who I was?”

  She shook her head.

  “No. Only that you were an athlete who had suddenly lost his sight”, she explained. “How did it happen anyways?”

  “A hit to the head”, I answered. “I have been hit in the head a lot and never even had a concussion … and then this. Initially the fight was not stopped because nobody knew I had lost my sight. Even still … I tried to hit him without seeing him. My coach then threw in the towel. He had noticed that I was hitting erratically without control and thought I had lost my orientation. When I told him I could not see, he started crying. He was always like a father to me.” I sighed at the memory. “When the doctors confirmed my blindness could be permanent, I decided to move far away from all that I loved. I did not want the important people in my life to see me like this. I bought this house and my coach insisted that I hire a caregiver … that otherwise he would move in with me and make my life a living hell.”

  “You are not very happy with me being here, are you? I am sorry … If you want, I can …”

  “No!” I interrupted her a bit too harshly. “I don’t want you to go” I added softly.

  It was true. I did not want her to go. I was a masochistic asshole! I told myself that I just wanted to find out how far she would take this lie, but that was not true. I wanted to be close to her. I had missed her terribly, and now here she was … sitting in front of me, again. How often had I dreamed of her? How often had I thought of her while having sex with other women? I had come to realize that no woman could replace her. And now I had almost fallen in love with another woman, who in reality was no other than my sweet, lying Fay.

  Chapter 9

  Fay

  Three days had passed since the kiss and the mood between Viper and myself was tense. Sometimes I had the strange feeling he was watching me, but that could not be. He changed moods faster than other people changed their underwear. Sometimes he was tense and barely approachable, other times he was nice, however distant. On the fourth night we sat at the dinner table and ate our meals in silence. I had cooked steamed salmon with rice and green beans. I knew that Viper loved seafood but did not like fried fish. Only steamed or grilled.

  “Do you still think about the man that you told me about?” asked Viper and I almost dropped my fork.

  “Yes” I said with a gaze. His eyes were on me and I really felt he was looking into me. But he let his eyes glide back to his side of the table and I decided I was imagining things because I was so nervous about his question. It had totally caught me off guard.

  “Let’s assume you would meet him somewhere, in the city for example and he would not see you. What would you do? ... Would you have him notice you? ... Would you just watch him or run away?”

  I stared at my plate. What kind of question was that? The man that I loved sat right across from me and I was too scared to say anything.

  “I …” I started nervously. “I would not try to get his attention. I would probably watch him for a while, but … I would not address him.”

  “Why not?” he asked without looking up.

  “Because … because he would never forgive me for what I have done.”

  “Why do you think that? Maybe if you would explain to him why you did it, he could forgive you?”

  I shook my head knowing that he could not see it.

  “No, I can’t explain it to him. I would have to tell him things about me that I have done that he … that he would never understand. He would be disgusted by me. I detest myself!”

  “What is this bad thing you did? Would you like to tell me?”

  “No” I replied hastily. “I … I can’t tell you.”

  “Why not? Because I would … detest you?”

  “Yes … It’s something I can’t talk about with anyone. Not a single person in the world.”

  Viper

  I put my silverware onto my plate in frustration. She stared at her lap and was unusually pale. Why wouldn’t she want to answer this question? What bad thing had she done? Everything inside of me was searching for a reason to forgive her. I wanted to understand why she had left me so quickly … Wanted to know, if the few lines she left me were the truth or a lie. Her words were imbedded in my memory as if she had poisoned my soul.

  … The brutality. I don’t know, if I can live with it. I don’t think so …

  … This life here is not for me.

  … Forget me …

  If it was true that she could not live with my sport, then there was no future for us. I could give up the sport for her, but it would not change who I am. I was not a banker. No damn softy. I was a fighter. Brutal. I preferred to solve my problems with my fists, not my mouth. I was broken. I had been a ticking time bomb. Had depressions and bouts of extreme aggressions. I was not the kind of man I would want to see by my daughter’s side … A man that would never be acceptable at Fay’s side.

  I knew that it was best for her to leave me but I still could not stop myself from hating her for it … That she had not been stronger to fight for what we had together. Had she even felt the way I did? Maybe it had been nothing special for her. Would she have left me otherwise … if it had meant more to her?

  “Are you not hungry today or do you not like the fish?” she asked.

  “I’m not hungry” I answered. “I’m sorry. The fish is excellent. I just can’t eat at the moment. I thank you for your efforts though.”

  She looked sad and I hated myself for caring about that. I should not care. She had left me and did not want to tell me the real reason. She pretended to be somebody else and when given the opportunity to come clean, she decided to stick with the lies. She did not deserve my affection. They were the wasted feelings that occupied my heart. I got up from my chair in anger.

  “Thanks for dinner”, I said and left the kitchen.

  I went into the living room and poured myself a drink. Glass in hand, I walked over to the TV and turned it on. I skimmed the channels nursing my whiskey. It was impossible to focus on the programming but the channel surfing kept me busy and calmed me down a bit. I heard Fay in the kitchen and fought my bad conscience. Sighing, I downed the whiskey and got up to pour myself another one. I took the bottle with me so I would not have to get up again and sat back down on the couch.

  Fay

  I sat down at the kitchen table wi
th a glass of milk after I finished cleaning up and thought about what I should do. I wished I could explain to Viper what I had done but I did not want him to detest me. He should not know that I was dirty. His questions had irritated me and caught me off guard. It almost felt like he knew who I was … But that could not be, could it? Maybe he had noticed it when we kissed. The thought of it was too horrible and I could not imagine it. Would he confront me directly if had he had noticed it? No! He obviously did not know. However, his questions put me in a very awkward situation.

  I heard that the television was on and wondered, if I should just go and sit with him. After all, I was living here now and there was no TV in my room. I encouraged myself and got up. I put the empty milk glass in the dishwasher and walked over to the living room. Viper was sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, holding a bottle of whiskey and a glass on the side table next to him.

  “May I join you?” I asked. “It is still quite early and I have no TV in my room.”

  “Sure, why not?” he grunted.

  I got closer and sat on the love seat feeling my heart pounding. I would have liked to sit next to him on the couch. I missed his closeness, but was too afraid to do it. We watched the news for a while. Viper was watching it with empty eyes. It made sense, as he was blind. I was wondering, why he was watching a program he could not see and not listen to music? I noticed that he was filling his glass again and thought of my first day at work when he had gotten drunk.

  “You should not drink so much” I said.

  He grunted.

  “That’s none of your business. I get drunk if I want to! I am an adult!”

  His voice already started to slur the words and I realized that he had already drank more than I had assumed. I was worried. It could not go on like this with him. I got up and took the glass out of his hand and put it down where he could not reach it.

  “What the fuck!” he said and reached for me. I was pulled hard and landed on his lap. I screamed in surprise.

  I tried to turn under his hard grip, but he was too strong. He pushed me down onto the couch until I lay flat on my back and then he pressed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was forceful and was nothing like the tender, passionate kisses I had shared with him before.

  “Now I am going to do what I should have done days ago” he grunted and tore off my blouse. “This time I won’t let you go”, he said roughly and kissed me again. This time softer, almost desperate.

  I responded to his kiss and put my arms around his neck. I wanted it. I wanted him so badly that I was not able to think clearly. Breathing heavily, he got off me. He raised himself up and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he eagerly took off his pants, boxers and socks before he kneeled down in front of the couch. He moved the table back, so he had more room. He positioned me so that my back was against the back of the couch, my thighs spread wide open. His hands reached up to my breasts and massaged them hard, while his thumb caressed my sensitive nipple. He then lowered his head and placed my hard blossom into his mouth so he could suck on it. I sighed as lust ran through me, all the way down to my groin. Then he took care of my other breast in the same caressing manner and I could feel my juices soaking my pants. Viper fumbled at the zipper of my jeans and I lifted my hips, so he could take off my pants. He moved a bit backwards, pulling them all the way over my feet and tossed them aside. Then he leaned forward and kissed my privates through my g-string.

  “You are so wet” he whispered roughly. “So ready for me. I can’t wait to thrust myself into your sweet pussy, but first I want to taste you.”

  He grabbed the fabric of my panties and with one pull, my g-string was history. I felt more fluid running out of me. I loved it when he became an animal. It turned me completely on and I was waiting patiently for him to lick me. I had waited for three years, hoping I would get to experience this again. I screamed as his tongue pushed into my opening splitting through my lips.

  “God, you taste so good” he spoke into my privates.

  He used his fingers to spread my labia as he plunged his tongue into me to fuck me. I reared up and moaned. I was almost there, but he had neglected to caress my clitoris and I ached for that extra stimulation to come.

  “Please” I moaned.

  He pulled back his tongue replacing it with his finger. Then he finally let the tip of his tongue run over my clit. He tortured my plead without mercy, while he finger fucked me. I dug my hands into his hair and hoped he would not stop now. Then I came. Hard and screaming out loud. The walls of my vagina contracted around his fingers and more fluid flooded out of me. He pulled out his finger and put it in his mouth. I loved when he did this. It was so sexy.

  “Turn around! I want to take you from behind” he said and I did as I was told. I kneeled in front of the couch using the seating area to brace myself, presenting my butt to him. His big hands held my hips while caressing my butt and spreading my butt cheeks. I was waiting for him to finally take me. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Just when I started to think that he had changed his mind, he rammed his dick hard into me and I screamed with surprise. It was not painful, yet brutal. In a good way. I felt completely at his mercy. He pulled back and again rammed himself hard and deep into me. He moved his hand to my clit and rubbed it hard while pushing into me as if he was possessed. I felt another climax building up. Then it happened. The waves of ecstasy broke over me and I screamed his name. I collapsed under him lying limp on the sofa, my heart pounding. Then he came. I felt how he pumped his semen deep into me. I remembered too late that I had not mentioned I was not taking birth control. And it was too late when I realized that I had called out his fighting name … A name that Fayden Frazer did not know.

  Viper

  Still moaning, I placed my hands on her round butt. The sex literally had blown my mind and my heart was pounding like crazy. I was close to collapse. I had taken her way too hard. Harder than ever before … but she came. So she must have liked it, right? I looked down at her. Her upper body was on the sofa, her eyes were half open and her cheeks were flushed. She was so incredible beautiful. My heart ached. My cock was still in her warm, soft channel and I could have stayed like this forever. I wanted to forget everything that had gone wrong between us, but I also wanted her to be honest with me. I would give her an opportunity, to explain herself. However, if she would not do it, then I would confront her with the fact that I knew who she was.

  I regretted pulling myself out of her wet softness and gave her a light smack on the behind. She squealed and I gave her another one.

  “That was fantastic, sweetheart”, I said and gently patted her red butt cheek. She blushed, which I found cute. With all the passion that she had inside of her, she was always shy once the passion had subsided. “Are you going to sleep in my room tonight”, I asked. “I want to wake up next to you tomorrow morning.”

  She nodded without looking at me. I got up and held my hand out for her, making an effort to not look at her directly and reveal that I was able to see. She took my hand and I pulled her into my arms.

  “I was a bit rough”, I said and buried my face in her hair. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. I am okay”, she said.

  “I wanted to take you for days but did not think it would be a good idea”, I said.

  “And now?” she asked.

  “What now?”

  “Do you still think it is a bad idea?”

  “No! I thought it was a damn good idea. And I think we should definitely repeat it. Come! Let’s go upstairs. I still want to do a lot to you.”

  Fay

  I woke up with a wet feeling between my thighs. My clit was pounding like crazy and I registered that a very skillful tongue was stimulating my pleasure point. Viper! He had loved me through half the night until I fell asleep from exhaustion. A finger slipped into my opening and I moaned voluptuously.

  “Good morning, sweetheart”, Viper whispered into my lap and went back to his activity.

  “You have
the libido of a rabbit” I said exhausted and he laughed softly.

  “That’s the only way you may compare me to such a tiny animal.”

  He put another finger into me and the rhythm with which his tongue ran over my clit became faster. I grabbed the sheets and pushed my hips towards him.

  “Don’t stop”, I begged. “So close.”

  He changed the angle of his penetrating fingers until he could stimulate my g-spot and pushed me over the edge.

  “I love it, when you come” he whispered. “You are so wild and your well overflows.”

  He slid up my body and kissed me, sharing my taste.

  “Are you going to reward me for my efforts and ride your stallion?” he asked teasingly.

  I nodded and he laid down on his back. I sat on him and let his cock slide slowly into me. It was so nice to feel him in me again. I could not get enough of it. He moaned as I sat down on him all the way and closed his eyes. I rode him in a slow, agonizing pace. I wanted to savor the power I had over him a little. His hands closed around my hips and he came towards me with his pelvis.

  “No,” I said. “Do not move!”

  He groaned, but he obeyed.

  “You are killing me”, he moaned.

  “Not yet, but just wait”, I said and steadied myself on his chest, so I could move my pelvis up high enough so that only the tip of his cock was inside of me. I massaged his head with the muscles of my vagina until he wiggled under me, moaning. I then dropped down hard on him. He moaned and his nails dug into my flesh. I repeated this two more times, until Viper had enough of my torture and pulled me under him, groaning, so he could push himself hard into me.