by Liz K. Lorde
We both know that we can’t stop where this is going. This…thing between us has reached its boiling point. And this hunger, this thirst, needs to be quenched before we burn the world down around us.
Chapter 16
Kristen
His kiss is fire, tracing a path from my lips to the very core of me. With every subtle movement, with every slip of his tongue, I burn even hotter.
This isn’t like before, not like when he found me in the shower. This time I feel no hesitation in his touch, no restraint.
About fucking time.
I lean into him, pressing tighter against him as his tongue continues to explore my waiting mouth. My fingers are in his hair, on his face, grazing his neck; I can’t seem to get enough of the feel of him.
I bring myself to my knees beside him, reaching for his belt with the hand not currently tangled in his dark hair.
“Kristen…” he mutters against my mouth, but I’m just about done talking for the moment.
I deepen my kiss, silencing him before he can try to be the voice of reason again.
There’s nothing he can tell me right now that I don’t already know.
Yes, he kidnapped me, and yes, he technically purchased me from a fucking lunatic. I know these things already.
And as much as our situation really is exceptionally fucked up, I can’t even begin to bring myself to care.
I manage to unfasten the stubborn buckle and pull roughly at the leather strap before reaching for his zipper, feeling him groan against my lips as my hand caresses his already throbbing cock.
Finally breaking the kiss, I lower myself to my knees in front of him, pulling frantically at his stubborn pants.
After a short struggle, they finally slide free, his boxers in tow.
Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him naked or near naked, I still feel my breath hitch slightly at the sight of him: massive, hard, throbbing in need. The fire inside me roars wildly.
Leo breaks my stare by sitting forward with a small grunt. He grabs my shoulders softly, pulling me back up to him and for another passionate kiss.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks breathily, his eyes roving over the length of me.
“Fuck, yes.”
He laughs loudly before giving into another groan, his hand flying automatically to his injury.
With a sigh, he leans back against the couch, eyeing me intensely.
“Are you okay, though?” I ask, pointedly looking at the already bloodied bandage.
“Fuck, yes,” he parrots, his lips curling into that enticing half-smile.
I don’t wait for him to change his mind. I know that he doesn’t want to take advantage of me. And of course, given our situation, I understand that.
But it’s not taking advantage when someone wants you as desperately as I want him.
Then, it’s something else entirely.
I slide onto his lap, straddling him as I run my fingers back into his curling hair, down his chest, over his bulging abs.
He carefully lifts his arms to my side, managing not to groan but clearly unable to suppress his wince as he grabs the hem of my dress.
Slowly, almost torturously, he slides the fabric over my head, his eyes locking firmly to mine as he releases it to pool on the floor.
“Fuck,” he moans, seeming to claim every inch of me with his eyes.
I feel heat and desire racing wildly through my veins, my heart jack-hammering away inside my chest.
I can’t wait any longer, not a single moment.
I rise slightly higher onto my knees, positioning myself over him as I yet again claim his mouth with my own.
Reaching between us, I grab the base of his throbbing cock with one hand as I slowly lower myself onto him.
I gasp into his mouth the moment I feel him slide inside of me, pain and pleasure coursing through me in powerful waves.
“Oh, god!” I cry, breaking our kiss.
My head flies back involuntarily, my hair grazing across my naked back as I press harder against him.
I feel filled in a way I never knew was possible, sated and starved all at once. And still, he continues to fill me, inch after throbbing inch of his huge cock pressing deeply into my now drenched pussy.
“Kristen?” he asks, pulling my gaze back to him.
I can see questions on his face and worries about my pain, my comfort. I can’t help but laugh a little in response.
This guy literally just took a bullet, and he’s actually concerned about me.
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing but a moan escapes me, loud and wild, full of a passion I never knew I possessed.
I guess that should be answer enough, but I nod anyway, shooting him a look that I hope conveys I’m fine.
Better than, in fact. I’m fucking awesome right now.
After what seems like an impossibly long time, I finally manage to take every inch of him into me, feeling my breath leave in a rush the moment I do.
My fantasies of him up until now all pale miserably in comparison to reality. To the pure ecstasy of having him inside of me.
I begin to move against him, quickly finding a rhythm and locking into it with yet another cry of pleasure.
His face wars between lust and the occasional wince of pain, his fingers tightening at my hips with my every thrust.
I hear him groan and wonder if it’s me or the gunshot—before I feel him thrust back at me in answer.
Definitely me then.
“Kristen,” he groans, his fingers digging deeper into my skin.
“Leo!” I cry in answer, pressing even harder as wave after wave of euphoria washes over me.
He leans forward, pulling me tighter against him as he takes one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, pulling and sucking roughly at the sensitive flesh.
I watch him in utter fascination, watch his tongue swirl expertly around my pert nipple.
Sparks of electricity seem to shoot through me at the contact, zagging and racing through every inch of me, only to pool quickly between my legs.
My every nerve seems to be awakened by his touch, every inch of my skin aflame. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Like nothing I’ve ever imagined. And yet, minute by minute, it only seems to grow more intense.
I feel my muscles tightening inside of me, my entire body tensing around him.
“Fuck!” I scream, again throwing my head backward, completely overwhelmed. “Oh, fuck, Leo!”
I hear him moaning along with me, his movement picking up pace to match my own now frantic thrusting.
I feel my orgasm building inside me, the fire stoked to the point of utter insanity.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, pulling my nipple free of his mouth. “Come for me, Kristen.”
And with another lunatic cry, I do.
Chapter 17
Leo
I can’t take my eyes off her, can’t seem to look away from the fucking glory that is Kristen riding me.
Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, her tits bouncing wildly with every movement. I’m fucking transfixed.
Never more so than the moment she comes.
I feel her pussy lock around me like a vise as she cries my name towards the ceiling. I see her muscles go rigid.
It’s fucking amazing. She’s fucking amazing.
Even after she comes, her legs trembling in the aftermath, she doesn’t even slow. She just keeps right on riding my cock like she’s never gonna get enough of me.
I’ve gotta say: I understand. Now that I’ve had her, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her either.
My cock is rock hard, throbbing almost painfully inside her.
I can’t remember the last time I wanted anyone this bad. I can’t even remember if I’ve ever wanted anyone this bad.
All I know is that, watching her, my wound suddenly doesn’t seem so important.
In fact, it seems damn near insignificant in comparison to my ever growing need.
She’s so fucking sexy.
I want more of her. I need more of her.
All of her.
Without a word, I grab her around the hips, lifting quickly and easily to flip her over on the couch.
She squeals in surprise, laughter soon following her shock.
“All you had to do was ask,” she says, her voice slightly muffled by the couch cushions.
“I think I’m through with asking.”
“Good,” she answers simply, raising herself up on her elbows.
I run my hand over her ass, raking my nails lightly across it and watching goosebumps spring across her skin.
She groans, throwing her head back against the cushion.
“Leo…”
I cleanly sever her sentence with a quick slap to her ass—not too hard but enough to get a satisfying whap!
She moans, wriggling herself at me, as if begging for me.
Which I’ll gladly provide.
I don’t waste any more time playing, though. I can’t. My cock is throbbing, my heart racing. I need her, right now.
Rising up onto my knees, I position myself behind her, reveling in the small gasp that leaves her lips as I shove myself deep into her pussy.
“Fuck!” she screams, arching her back and pressing against me.
She finds my rhythm almost immediately, matching it perfectly with every press of her gorgeous body.
I shove deeply into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me.
She feels amazing, mind-blowing. And we’re just getting fucking started.
I grab onto her hips, pulling her roughly against me, desperate to fill her even more than I already have.
I feel strangely possessive of her, drawn to her. And with every passing second, I feel a stronger need to claim her.
I mean, sure, technically, I own her, but that means fuck all in reality.
That’s not enough. Not to keep her, not to make her mine. So, I drive my cock as deep into her as I humanly can, and I dig my fingertips into her hips.
“Leo!” she cries again, and I’m not sure that I’ve ever heard a sweeter sound than my name on her lips.
It’s fucking beautiful and glorious, and I plan to hear it again and again.
It might just be my all-time favorite sound.
I pull out from her suddenly, still overwhelmed by my need to claim this amazing woman.
“What—what the fuck?” she asks, shooting an irritated look over her shoulder at me.
I just smile at her, not bothering to explain what she’ll know soon enough.
I grab my cock in one hand, repositioning myself. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted all of her. I damn well mean it. I want every fucking part of her, and I mean to have it.
She cries out as I slide my honey-slick cock into her ass, a sound of half-surprise, half-pleasure.
For a second, I think she might mind, but she doesn’t skip a fucking beat.
No sooner have I pressed myself into her ass that she’s pressing back against me, moaning wildly in response.
“Oh, god, oh fuck, Leo!”
I press further, harder, not stopping until she’s taken every inch of me, and still, she grinds against my cock as if she’s looking for more.
Like I said, she’s fucking amazing.
I find my rhythm again, thrusting into her as she matches my pace perfectly. My hands are back on her hips, my eyes locked onto her bouncing tits.
“Oh, god, don’t stop!” she cries.
Obviously, I wasn’t planning to.
I feel her body tensing again, feel her thrusts growing more and more erratic. Her body tightens around me, and I can hear her nails scraping roughly at the couch cushions.
“I’m gonna come!” she cries, driving herself back even harder.
She’s so fucking tight, so fucking amazing, and I’m not far behind.
I’m fucking aching for release, feeling myself get closer by the second. My own muscles tighten, and I pull at her even harder, loving the way she practically screams in response.
We come as one, both of us crying out into the empty room. I fucking fill her with my cum, feeling her body spasm beneath me.
Our movements slow, our bodies stilling in perfect unison as the intensity passes through us.
After a long moment in which neither of us speaks, I become suddenly aware of our breathing, of the pain in my wound and the blood seeping quickly through my bandage.
None of these things really even register to me, though. I still can’t seem to be able to keep my eyes from Kristen.
Slowly, I pull out of her, hearing her groan the second I leave her.
“That was fucking amazing,” she says into the cushion, exhaustion and euphoria both heavy in her words.
I collapse back onto the couch with a sigh. “Yes, it fucking was.”
I sit quietly a moment, waiting for my breath to come back as Kristen gets herself back into an upright position.
She scoots over to me, looking tired but completely content.
“How’s the wound?” she asks, looking pointedly at my stained bandage.
“I’ll live.”
She laughs. “You fucking better.”
With more effort than I’d like, I hold my arm out, an invitation that she quickly takes me up on. She sidles close, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing shapes along my abs.
I watch her silently, feeling amazed at the depths of my own feelings for this woman.
Honestly, I feel like I could just sit here forever and be totally happy.
Which is fucking unreal.
“Kristen?” I ask after a long moment.
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
I can practically hear the words stir her from her daze.
“What did you say?”
“I said—I love you. I know it’s sudden—maybe even wrong, but—”
She sits up quickly, meeting my eyes as a wild smile pulls at her lips. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 18
Kristen
I can’t believe it.
I know I don’t seem like the type, but this is something I’d been dreaming about for a long time.
Okay, so maybe I didn’t imagine that it would happen exactly like this.
I mean, I don’t imagine that any little girl dreams of hearing the words ‘I love you’ after being roofied, kidnapped, auctioned, and then pushed to remove a bullet using kitchen equipment and a first-aid box.
Leo pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest as he pulls a blanket from the back of the couch. The air is cooling against our sweat-drenched skin, and I can hear his heart hammering behind his rib cage as we catch our breath.
He loves me.
We sit in silence, the desperate, whispered confessions sitting comfortably in the air between us. I know Leo probably also needs to process what just happened and how he feels.
I definitely need to take a few seconds to wrap my head around it all.
I shut my eyes, listening to Leo’s breathing.
I don’t know what is fucking me more: The fact that Leo told me he loves me or the fact that I believe him when he said it.
I’ve had guys tell me they loved me before. But their words were always half-slurred, mostly insincere, and forgotten in the morning.
Leo is chillingly sober, deadly serious, and I doubt that this will be a night that either of us will ever forget.
It doesn’t matter that this isn’t the way that I’d dreamed of falling in love. Convention is overrated—following convention just leads to wedding where both the bride and groom bail out before the guests have even taken their seats.
I’ve never been a girl for convention.
Falling in love with Leo just feels totally natural.
It just feels right.
I’ve not known him for very long, but it’s been a whirlw
ind from the moment our eyes met when Oberon Lawson toasted the happy couple. The sparks that I felt when he first looked me have given me new life—I don’t have to force myself to be a party girl around him. I can be myself.
I can laugh. I can cry. I can curse him out with all the best swear words I know, and it’s okay, because he’ll be able to take it and dish it out right back.
And it’s totally crazy, but I feel like right here—naked, in Leo’s arms as we drift through a post-orgasm haze—is exactly where I’m meant to be. I’d like to be here again, if I could.
“Are you okay?” Leo asks eventually.
He must know that that was my first time, and despite how gruff and tough he is, I know he really does respect me and care for me, and I know he’d never hurt me.
Unless I asked him nicely, of course.
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m alright. I’m okay.”
It definitely helped being able to go at my own pace at first. Riding him felt so good—and he let me take it slow first as I got used to how fucking big he is.
“I just can’t help myself around you—”
I lean up to kiss Leo, silencing his words before he can get a chance to apologize again. As I told him after our impromptu shower—or tried to tell him—it doesn’t matter if he can’t help himself, because I know if I ever changed my mind, then he’d listen to me and stop.
“Don’t. Don’t start that again, Leo.”
“I know.”
“Exactly.” I smile at him, and my lips brush over his cheek as I kiss him gently there, too. “I trust you. I wanted this, and I want you. Don’t question it.”
Leo pulls me tighter against his chest. I bury my face into his neck.
For a second, he winces as he stretches and moves the bullet hole the barest fraction of an inch. But then, Leo puts that same mask of composure over his face and holds me close.
After the day I’ve had, I can confidently say that I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.
“Are the people who shot you going to come back?”
“They shouldn’t. They won’t come here, anyway. Benefits of being a nobody, I guess—no one knows where I live.”
That’s good to hear. A minor relief. But we can’t stay cooped up in this house forever, even if Netflix does update its movie selection every month.
