by Jenika Snow
So the prick had been isolating her, making sure she was dependent on him.
“Now that I’m away from him I can see what he had been doing. Slowly he had been making me dependent on him.” A soft sniffle came from her. “I’m an idiot. I can admit that now that I can look back and see how I let my life be controlled. I was just so damn desperate for someone to be there, to love me.”
God, he wanted to tell her he loved her, that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt her ever again. The realization that he did love her, that he would give his life to her shocked him to his core. They might not have known each other for that long, but there it was. He loved this girl with a passion that rivaled anything in his former life. Guilt ate at him that his heart had fallen for another woman, but it had been so very long since he had allowed himself to feel anything but malice. But as he looked at Brea, heard the pain in her voice, felt it as if it were his own, he knew without a doubt he had fallen hopelessly in love with her.
“I stayed in that toxic relationship for far too long. My medical file is as thick as the dictionary, and although I know the doctors and nurses suspected my bruises, broken bones, and numerous concussions as more than just my clumsiness, I never had the strength to confide to anyone. Besides, it was my word against his, and Cameron had become a very renowned psychologist.”
“You’re so strong, Brea. You finally left him and that’s all that matters.” Her head was shaking before he finished.
“No. Don’t you see how weak I am, Adrian? Cameron was never going to let me leave. The only reason I am away from him, alive, is because he went to a convention out of town. I had come down with something and was held up for days in bed. Maybe it was fate that I wasn’t able to go with him. He was a very jealous man, so jealous that I wasn’t allowed to speak to the opposite sex in any capacity. I was never to be away from his side for long periods. He was just always there, so I knew when he left out of town I had to go because there wouldn’t be another time.” The look of conviction in her eyes made her look like a warrior. She was his strong little warrior and he loved her even more for it. She. Was. His.
“So, that’s my story. I left him less than a year ago with not even a letter telling him where I was going or why. I’m not who you think I am, Adrian. I had to change my last name, move from city to city because Cameron won’t give up. The last time he found me, right before I moved here, was quite possibly the most frightening experience of my life, even with all the abuse. The look in his eyes, the sound of his voice.” Her small body shook and she had a faraway look in her eyes, as if Cameron was right here in this very room. Adrian held her tighter. “I had just moved to a town about sixty miles south of where I was before. It wasn’t much of a distance, but I figured anything was better than nothing. I didn’t have the money to fund a long-distance trip and the odd jobs I did work were enough to get me a little farther away from Cameron. I knew he hired a private investigator when I caught some guy snooping around. I was too scared to confront him so I decided to file the police report.” The memories of that night came back to her like a sledgehammer to the skull. “Turns out Cameron hadn’t hired that private investigator.” She laughed humorlessly. “That guy wasn’t even poking around for information about me. The cops wouldn’t help me because I had no proof of what Cameron was doing, or should I say wasn’t doing. Turns out the first time I went to the police turned around and bit me in the ass because he found me that way.” Tears slowly slid down her cheeks as she thought about that night.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Brea. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I promise.” She buried her face in his chest, breathing roughly, clutching him like a lifeline.
“I wish that were true, Adrian. The only reason I was able to escape the last time was because I was in public and saw him before he saw me.” She didn’t give him time to process what she was saying, because in the next moment her mouth was latched onto his, kissing him frantically. The taste of her tears mixed with her urgent passion had him instantly aroused. The feel of her warm, lush body pressed against his had him stiffening in his pants, but in the back of his mind he knew this was wrong. He couldn’t let their first time be tainted by the memory of her ex. Pushing her away was the hardest damn thing he had ever done, and the hurt look in her eyes was like a knife in his chest.
“Brea, I can’t be with you like this, after everything that you just told me.” A sniffle left her and he knew she was crying. She thought he was turning her away because he didn’t want her. Damn it! “Look at me.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands and brought her face up so she was staring at him. “I want you, more than anything, but everything you just told me has made you desperate to forget.” He ran his thumbs methodically over the delicate bones under her creamy flesh. “You’ll regret our first time. I couldn’t bear that, baby.”
“Please, Adrian. Please be with me so I can forget about Cameron.” Fat tears streamed down her cheeks and damn it if he couldn’t give her what she wanted. The pain that was radiating from her was too much to ignore. It took him a moment of just staring at her, but he couldn’t let her feel like this, not when he had the power to take it away. To make her feel better.
“Please, Adrian.” Another whispered plea fell from her lips and that was what broke his resolve.
Hands spearing into the long, silky blonde strands of her hair, he pulled her closer. Their tongues moved together, sliding, slipping, pressing as one until all he could think about was doing the same thing between her thighs. He knew she would taste so good, feel so soft against his tongue. That was too fast for her. With Brea he needed to go slow.
“I’m sorry, Brea. I’m so sorry about everything.” It was all he could say between kisses. He was sorry for what happened to her, and he was sorry for what he was doing now. She might need this, but he still felt like he was taking advantage of her. He just prayed she still wanted him after it was all said and done.
Chapter Eleven
Adrian used his big body to press her against the mattress. The hardness of his muscles felt incredible against her. Anxiety threatened to consume her, but she refused to let it win. He wasn’t Cameron and he wasn’t taking this from her. The movement of his body against hers wasn’t forceful, wasn’t demanding. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along the side of her jaw and down to the erogenous spot right below her ear.
“So good, Brea. You feel so good beneath me.”
And he felt so good on top of her. Her legs spread on their own to accept the width of his hips between them. The hard length of his arousal pressed against her silk panties, moving the material against her saturated flesh. She was so wet for him, so ready to take him into her body. The bottom of her dress was pushed obscenely up to her waist, showing her lower half and panty-covered mound, if he was so inclined to take a look himself. Mouth hot and wet, Adrian continued kissing her. Their hips started moving as if they had a mind of their own, a mindless rubbing and thrusting against each other that made her body hotter with need. Could he tell how wet she was through his jeans?
“I can feel your heat. God, it’s driving me insane with lust.”
That answered her unspoken question. Tilting her head to the side, she let her lids drop and a moan leave her at how incredibly good it felt to be touched by Adrian. His touch was so different from Cameron’s, so gentle, soft, and coaxing. One of his hands speared into her hair while the other made slow work of moving down her body until its heavy weight rested on her lower belly. Butterflies jumped within her and her pussy gave a hard spasm at the close proximity. Everything he did felt so wonderful, but she wanted to feel more. The memories, the uncertainty, all of it didn’t vanish. All she wanted to feel was Adrian thrusting into her, helping her, making her forget what a fucked-up world she lived in.
When his hand started moving lower, her body shook with the force of how much she needed this.
“You’re shaking, sweetheart.” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to her clit. His hand had momentarily still
ed, but when she turned her head and kissed the side of his neck it resumed its descent. The large, callused fingers of his hand slipped against her inner thigh. The roughness of his touch had her moving her hips, trying to get him closer to the part of her body that was aching the most.
“Shhh, be patient, baby. I don’t want to rush this.”
She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t rushing things, that she needed this like she needed her next breath. “Please, Adrian.” With her mouth still pressed against his throat, she felt him swallow at her plea. “Don’t you want this?” He might be on top of her and touching her, but it appeared he had no intention of moving things along. Didn’t he know how much she needed this? Turning his head to look at her, there was so much stormy anguish behind his blue eyes. They searched each other’s faces, silent communication passing between them.
“You have no idea how much I want to be inside of you, to feel your body gripping me, bringing me closer to the pleasure I know can only be had with you.”
Mouth gone dry, all Brea could do was stare at him. His words were low, but held so much feeling that she felt it down to her bones. “I want that, too. So much. Don’t deny us this, Adrian. Let us forget about everything except right here, right now.” It didn’t take him long to attach his mouth to hers, stoking the fires of desire that had momentarily dimmed as the seriousness surrounded them. The hand that had become motionless on her inner thigh started caressing her flesh in slow, agonizing sweeps. Closer and closer he moved to her aching, wet cleft. The torture of his touch had her groaning against his skillful mouth. The sound didn’t spur him into action like she hoped it would. Instead he took his time, teasing her until she was undulating against him.
Finally, as if the world was now complete, he placed his palm against her pussy. Muscles clenched with the need to be filled. “Tell me where you want my fingers.” He murmured the words against her lips, and she sucked in air as her heart thundered behind her ribs. Despite how moist and swollen her lips were from his kisses, Brea licked them. Could she tell him what she wanted? Thoughts of Cameron and what he had made her do tried to impose on her time with Adrian, but she pushed them back with a fierceness she hadn’t known she possessed.
“I—” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and just let herself be free with him. “I want you to touch my…” God, could she actually say it aloud? Just do it. Get over this hurdle. “I want you to touch my pussy.” She said “pussy” on a breathless moan. His whole body shook atop hers, and his hand clenched on her inner thigh.
“God, Brea. You have no idea how turned on I am right now.” The feel of his tongue on the shell of her ear had a small gasp escaping her. When his hand finally molded between her thighs, she arched her back and cried out. It felt so damn good. Almost too good. “Fuck. You’re so hot and wet.” His mouth kissed her ear. “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your little silk panties are soaked, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Adrian. I am so ready for you.” His thickly callused fingers slid along the edge of her underwear, teasing her, tempting her. He hooked the digit around the elastic where her thigh and labia met, moving it to the side, stroking over her pussy lips. A fresh gush of moisture left her. The dress needed to go, like an hour ago. Placing her hands on his chest, she gave a gentle push. Instantly he was off her, giving her space. The look on his face told her he thought she was pushing him away for a completely different reason. The expression on his face was calm, understanding. Only a second passed between them and then she was gripping the hem of her dress and lifting it above her head. When the material was gone, he stared at her with half-lidded eyes. She still wore her panties and strapless bra, but the look he gave her made her feel totally naked.
“You are so incredibly beautiful. Do you realize that, Brea?”
Throat so dry she might as well have swallowed sand, she shook her head. Cameron might have told her she was beautiful, but his words had held an acid undertone and his actions had proved differently. The fierce look in Adrian’s eyes had her feeling bolder. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled toward him. The heat from his body wrapped around her and she found herself lifting her hand and running it along the collar of his shirt.
“Be with me, Adrian.” The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated his powerful body, and when he reached behind him and gripped his shirt, effectively pulling it over his head, everything around her stopped. The muscles of his upper body flexed as he moved. They were so pronounced, and with the dark spiraling tattoos that covered his biceps and pectoral muscles he seemed every bit as powerful as a god. He reached for her, bringing her body flush with his and kissing her senseless. Their combined breathing was fast and labored, and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Already she had let so much of her life slip away, but not now, not with Adrian.
With expert movements, he gripped her waist and pulled her up so she was straddling his hips. Jeans still covered his lower body, but the definite outline of his erection pressed incessantly against her. Laying her against the cool cotton sheets, he leaned over her, running his tongue along every square inch of her exposed flesh. Goose bumps formed along her body and she found herself gripping onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. He moved his body lower, kissing a scorching trail of wet kisses until his hot breath teased the skin right above her panties. Her gaze was riveted to the sight of his dark head gazing up from between her thighs. Heart pounding a frantic rhythm, she held her breath as she watched him grip the elastic and slowly pull it down her legs, never taking his eyes off of her. She lifted her hips to help him pull the now offending fabric off, and then he was reaching up, unhooking the front clasp of her bra and pulling it off of her.
There she lay, completely naked, her legs slightly spread, and a powerful man’s hot and humid breath sliding over the most intimate part of her. Never had a man’s face been so close to that part of her body. Cameron had found oral sex disgusting—well, when he wasn’t the one receiving it. There she was again, letting that bastard ruin her life. Not now, Cameron. I will not let you take this from me.
Adrian’s eyes dipped down and took her in. If she had thought he looked aroused before, the lust was now pouring off him in waves. One thick finger slipped down her center and she arched her back, a small cry of pleasure escaping her. Could he see how wet she was? How swollen she felt?
“Oh, Brea,” he said on a moan right before he covered her pussy with his scorching mouth. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her slit, moving to her clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves, before dragging it down to press against the opening of her body. It was an incredible feeling, and despite the slight embarrassment of having a man licking her between her legs, she couldn’t help but feel so very wanted.
“You taste incredible. So sweet, Brea.” She felt him flattening his tongue and running it up and down her cleft. Firm, full lips suctioned onto her clit and sucked, hard. A powerful orgasm was building inside of her, dragging the air from her body. Adrian brought her to the precipice and then slowed before it claimed her.
“Please, don’t stop.” The fact that she was practically begging him had her flushing with embarrassment, but if it got him to take her over the edge she didn’t care.
“Never. I’ll never stop, Brea.” When his mouth latched onto her clit again and he started that wicked rhythmic suctioning, he didn’t stop when her climax neared. Thrashing her head back and forth, she had never felt anything so good. It was when he teased her pussy hole, slowly slipping his thick, long finger into her, that she surrendered to the feeling that washed through her. Stars danced in front of her vision and she heard a long, whimpering noise leave her. Adrian was relentless as he dragged out her pleasure with his skillful mouth. When the sensations became too much, she tried to push him away. Before he pulled his mouth away, he kissed her so softly against her most intimate part before lifting up and staring at her with hungry eyes.
“I want you, Adrian.” In one fluid motion he stood and ste
pped out of his pants. His boxer briefs followed. It took her a moment to fully comprehend that she was about to let another man into her body. It had been so very long and her nerves were holding on tight.
His body was a masterpiece. The muscles under his tanned and tattooed skin were cut and defined like a marble statue. He was a big man all around, and quite intimidating. His shoulders were wide and moved down to bulging biceps that she knew held immense power. A rippling and cut chest tapered down to narrow hips and that incredible V of muscle that pointed straight to his straining erection.
“When you look at me like that all I can think about is burying my cock in your sweet little body.”
The air left her in a rush as she listened to his highly erotic words. He bent and retrieved a square foil packet from his pocket and slipped the condom on quickly, all the while keeping his gaze on hers. Crawling toward her, he looked like an animal stalking his prey. His tendons and muscles flexed and bunched as he moved with lethal precision. Hands splaying on her inner thighs, he opened her wider and stared down at what was revealed.
“God, Brea,” he said as his pupils dilated in lust. “You have no idea how much I want you.” His gaze cut to hers. “How much I’ve wanted you.” Taking hold of his thick and long penis, he brought it to the entrance of her body. The air sawed in and out of her as she watched the sight.
This was it. She was taking that step forward. Hopefully it wouldn’t fuck everything up.
Chapter Twelve
The wet, hot flesh of Brea’s pussy sucked at the head of his cock. He gritted his teeth as he fed her more of his shaft. She felt incredibly good, so good that he feared he would come before they even got started. When he looked at her, a look of uninhibited desire was reflected back at him. She looked like a woman with a post-orgasmic high, staring at him with glossy, sleepy eyes, tussled hair, and a lush, ruby-red mouth that was parted in pleasure. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock and he snapped his jaw closed. God, she feels so fucking incredible.
