by Fiona Cole
“You’re so beautiful. So perfect.”
I wanted to kiss her but didn’t know if the rules we started with were in play now that we were home. But I didn’t have to wonder for long because she wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight, kissing me with everything she had. “Please, fuck me, Daniel. I need you.”
I need you. I need you.
The words vibrated through my body like an electrical current, raising goosebumps in its wake. They revived me and terrified me.
Becoming a wild man, I ripped open my jeans and shoved them off, hoisting Hanna up to all fours.
“No,” she protested. “Not like this.”
I held strong against her initial panic but didn’t push her. I had thought this through and needed her to see it all before we stopped. “Look, baby,” I said, turning her head to the left. The large mirror above my dresser showed her beautiful body arched. Her ass high, her breasts heavy beneath her. Me, behind her, my cock tall and proud, and desperate to be inside her.
“If you want to stop, we can. At any point. I just wanted you to see how gorgeous you were taking me.”
She froze, her bright eyes scanning the scene projected back at us. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my cock to hold back, and waited.
“Daniel,” she whispered. She bit her lip, and even through the reflection, I could see her eyes glazing over.
Shit. I pushed too far. “Okay, Hanna. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”
When I went to move, her hand flew back to hold my hip in place. “No. I want to see. I want to see what you see. I want this to obliterate any other memories.”
Sometimes she said things so lightly I didn’t even have time to brace myself for the hard impact of what they meant. It took all my effort to not grip her hips too tight, to relax my muscles and stroke across the firm cheek of her ass.
“If at any point you want to stop, just say so.”
She nodded and held still.
Another slow stroke before I pulled back and delivered a blow to her cheek. Her mouth fell open, and she stared wide-eyed as I pulled my hand back again and hit lower this time. Five more times, and she began pushing back for more. We both groaned in pleasure when I swiped my hand between her legs, collecting all her cum. I stroked my cock and lined myself up.
Holding still, I waited for her to pull away, and when she didn’t, I eased inside. I wanted to shove in hard and fast and rut against her like a wild animal, but I knew how precarious our situation was, and I wanted her to have nothing but pleasure. I held her hips and slowly eased out and back in. I continued the tortuously slow pace until she pushed back, her body begging for more.
Sliding my hand up her spine, I buried my fist in her hair and gripped, pulling her head back and held on, fucking her hard now.
“Daniel. Oh, God. Yes.”
Unintelligible sounds of pleasure and begging fell from both our lips as we watched ourselves in the mirror.
“Look at you,” I growled. “Look at your perfect pussy taking my fat cock. Does it feel good, Hanna? Do you like the way it stretches your tight cunt?”
“Yes. More. Please.”
She was wild, her hand clawing at the mattress. One of them coming up to grip her own breast to pinch her nipple. Fuck me, that sight would be blazed in my memory forever.
Abandoning her hair, I reached around her front and found her clit and rubbed without mercy.
Both hands dropped down, and her eyes slammed shut, her mouth opening over a loud scream. I had to hold tight to her body, so she didn’t squeeze my cock out when her pussy spasmed so hard. I rode each tight clench, wringing every last cry from her lips. Just as she came down from her pleasure, my orgasm hit. My balls pulled tight, and I fucked hard inside her, pushing as deep as I could go, spilling everything I had inside her wet heat.
“Fuck, Hanna. Fuck.”
By the time I came back to earth, our bodies stuck together with sweat, and I somehow managed to not collapse on top of her.
I kissed down her back, slowly easing out of her body, just to want to push back in. I never wanted to leave.
She fell forward as soon as I stepped back, and I grabbed a washcloth to clean her up.
“I’m wasted,” she laughed, exhaustion mumbling her words. “Give me thirty minutes, and I’ll head out. I promise.”
God, I didn’t want her to go. The idea alone had my insides revolting. “Don’t go. Stay with me tonight.”
The words were out before I could think if it was a good idea or not. I was beyond thought. My body craved her, and I wasn’t ready for her to leave.
She rolled her head to the side and watched me with glazed emeralds, her lips tipping up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smiled too, reaching to pull her over into my arms. “I’ve missed sleeping next to you these last few nights.”
“Me too,” she said over a yawn.
I somehow managed to close my mouth after that. Somehow holding back what I really wanted to say.
I never want you without me.
24
Hanna
“Good morning.”
If I thought Daniel’s voice was sexy, it didn’t come close to comparing to his morning voice. The deep rumble stroked across my skin, waking up every inch.
I rolled over and drowned in his eyes. The sun streaming in through his window lit them up, reminding me of the ocean outside our cabana.
“Good morning,” I whispered back, burrowing in his arms.
If lines had been blurred after our trip together, they were downright invisible now.
I’d stayed at his place five out of the past ten days.
It’d start as dinner with a friend. We’d sit across from each other, pretending we both weren’t waiting to be in each other’s arms. Pretending we weren’t desperate for each other.
Sure, we made excuses for each visit. Drinks after Voyeur. Find a new thing for me to try. Exploring my boundaries. But what it really felt like was testing the boundaries of us, and each night pushed the edge of friends into more. Each night I fell in love with him a little more.
Every once in a while, he’d bring up talking about my past but never pushed. I think we were both hoping to avoid another argument like we’d had. One thing I always appreciated about Daniel was that he didn’t treat me like breakable glass, and maybe because he didn’t, I heard him more than Erik, who pushed too hard. Maybe Daniel’s words sank in and made me want to open my box, face a little of what I kept hidden all the time.
“How’d you sleep?”
“After last night? Like the dead.”
“Yeah, I think I heard you snore at one point.”
I gasped and slapped his shoulder. “I did not.”
He gripped my wrist and lifted it above my head, forming a loose shackle that I could easily escape, and rolled over me.
“It was sexy. I thought I was going to have to wake you again,” he growled against my neck.
His erection prodded my thigh, and I happily opened to let him in. He bit and licked up my neck, sucked my ear, and kissed across my cheek to my mouth, slowly sliding inside me.
My eyes closed, and I basked in the fact that I could get lost in the feel of him. The way he stretched me. The way his chest brushed against my nipples. The way his hips held my thighs apart. The way his lips moved over mine.
All of it was mine to hold close and to not be shattered by a haunting memory in the dark. Daniel gave that to me, and I loved him for it. I loved him for so much more, but this had to be the best.
“So fucking good,” he groaned, moving down my chest to bite at my nipples. He’d start soft, rolling his tongue along the tips, then suck, then bite and tug. He’d bite around each one, leaving marks for me to look at later. Marks that I would stare at in the mirror and stand taller because they were there. Not cower in shame and look away.
“Daniel,” I whispered his name like a plea. He moved so slow, and I needed more.
“Yeah, baby.” He looked up, and I k
new he was messing with me. The devious glint, the slow pull out and soft push back in.
“Fuck me. Please.”
One last bite to the under curve of my breast, and then his hand shifted. It no longer held my wrist but slid to link his fingers with mine, holding on tight. His other hand curled around my thigh and hoisted it high on his hip, moving deeper. His eyes stayed glued to mine, and he still moved slowly, but harder. His thrusts rough, precise with hard pushes to hit my clit.
My hand held tight to his, tethered to him, never wanting to let go. I breathed through every move inside my body, never wanting to feel anything else. I wanted to close my eyes, roll my head back, and get lost in the moment, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t look away. He claimed me with his cock, and he held me prisoner with his eyes, and I let him. I gladly opened the door and climbed inside, happy to throw away the key and never leave.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
The words played on the edge of my tongue, and tears burned the backs of my eyes at the force it took to hold them back. He moved faster, the pleasure becoming too much. I squirmed under him, rubbing my clit on every thrust in.
Lightning fast, he rolled over, pulling me with him and sat up, holding me close, letting me control the rhythm.
This position had soon become my favorite. The control and dominance of it fueled my desire and flooded my veins with more heat. Using my thighs, I rose and fell, grinding down and moving faster.
He sucked on my flesh, and I held on tight, losing all tempo and riding him hard, needing to come. Daniel gripped my hips and helped me. Sweat coated my body, and my muscles ached from pulling so tight, clenching in anticipation of the orgasm to come.
“Come on, baby. Cum on my cock. Squeeze me with that tight pussy.”
Dirty talk once had me running, but now, it sent me over the edge, falling into the most blissful oblivion I’d ever known.
My world exploded all around me to the music of my own orgasm mixing with his grunts and groans.
“Fuck, yes,” he ground out. “Fuck. Hanna.”
When we’d both exhausted every drop of pleasure, we held tight to each other, panting, letting our sweat glue us skin-to-skin. His head pressed to my chest, where he’d occasionally gently kiss across my cleavage, paying reverence to my body. I cradled his head and dragged my nails across his scalp. When he softened, he tipped us to the side and pulled out.
I’d never tire of his cum slipping from my pussy and coating my thighs. It was as if he claimed me, and I never wanted anything more.
“It’s early, but I thought we could hit the gym before you go to work.”
I groaned. “Ugh. We just worked out.”
He laughed and nipped at my chin. “I want to teach you something new today. And we can review what you’ve learned.”
Once a week, we’d made time to go to the gym, where Daniel would teach me self-defense. As much as I didn’t want to pry myself from this bed, I had to admit each lesson left me feeling stronger than the last.
“Come on. We can get there before classes start and have the place to ourselves.”
My mind flashed to Daniel pinning me to the mat and taking me with all the mirrors around. A three-sixty of him moving inside me.
I jumped out of bed and rushed to get ready, his laughter trailing behind me.
We’d grabbed coffee and made it to the gym, which, as promised, was empty. The owner had given Daniel the keys for such occasions.
While I stretched, he removed two big pads from his bag.
“What are those?”
He slid his hands into the loops on the back. “I want to teach you how to fight. You know how to quickly disarm and get away, which is the priority, but should you need it, I want you to know how to throw a punch.
“Okay,” I said slowly.
“Trust me,” he laughed. “It will be good.”
We reviewed the basics I’d learned over the past weeks, and each time I did them, they became easier and easier. He’d promised the more familiar I became with them, the less likely I’d forget them in a moment of panic, so I practiced all the time.
“Okay, good. So, first, let’s talk about how to make a correct fist.”
“Is there a wrong way to make a fist?”
“Sure is. You could end up breaking something if you close your hand wrong.”
“Where did you learn all this?”
“I do kickboxing when I can.”
“Sexy,” I said, waggling my brows.
He winked and showed me how to make a fist. “Thumb outside over the top of your fingers.” He stepped behind me and wrapped his hand over mine, and I tried to focus on what he was doing and not the delicious heat at my back. “You want your hit to focus mostly on the middle knuckles. They’re in the best position to receive impact without breaking anything.”
“You’re not convincing me punching is the best option.”
“It is if you do it right.” He extended my arm and pulled the other in close. “Just like that. Keep this arm close to guard yourself.”
I couldn’t help it, before he pulled away, I pushed back, loving his groan.
He nipped at my neck and growled, “Don’t distract me, woman.”
My smile showed no regrets.
He put the big pads on and stood in front of me, holding them up in front of his face, bracing his feet wide. “Okay. Give me your best shot.”
Not moving my feet, I threw my fist at the mat and barely moved his arm.
He peeked around the black leather with skepticism. “Is that all?”
I scoffed. “I just don’t want to hurt you with all these muscles,” I joked, flexing. In truth, I had packed on some muscles after working with Daniel, and it was nice. But not enough to actually do any damage. Especially to someone as broad and strong as him.
He smiled, and everything stopped. The sun shined through a window, and I swear, it illuminated his face like angels were going to sing any minute. His eyes creased at the corners from years of laughing, and I lost myself a little more.
I loved him so much, and it terrified me.
“Okay,” he said, pulling me back to the moment. The smile slipped, and he winced, opening his mouth a few times like he didn’t know what to say next. “I want…I want you to pretend I’m one of the men who attacked you.”
Like a bucket of cold water, chills broke out across my skin, numbing me to the bone. “What?”
He held up the mitts and got into position. “Pretend I’m someone you hate—someone you’d have no issue punching. Someone you want to punch.”
“Daniel,” I breathed, barely hearing him through the ringing in my ears. My box cracked open, and the past crept out. It wasn’t like I hadn’t pictured their faces—like I hadn’t pictured smashing them into nothing—less than nothing.
My bones grew too big for my body, my muscles ached with tension, vibrating with the need to release. I squeezed my eyes shut. This was why I didn’t open my box. The memories I kept locked in the dark surrounded me, trying to swallow me whole. It was too big. I couldn’t do it—couldn’t face it.
“You’ve talked to your therapist. You’ve mentally handled your past, but you carry around so much hate and anger in that tiny body. Let it out. Use it to your advantage. Learn to control it, and it won’t control you.”
Learn to control it. I focused on his words, and braced my feet, holding one hand close and pivoted, planting my fist to the mat. The impact jolted up my arm and shook my core. The muscles pulled tighter and relaxed at the same time. I braced for more while letting it go all at once.
This was what I’d been missing. This was what barre couldn’t give me. This was the release I needed.
“Come on, Hanna. Picture it. Let it out.”
The faces blurred over the months. I stopped looking, praying they’d disappear from my mind. All but one.
Punch.
There’d been two men to capture Sofia and me. They’d snuck us out through the back, surprisi
ng us from behind, and the last thing I saw was Sofia’s wide eyes before a pinch in my arm took me down.
Punch.
I’d woken up, handcuffed to a hotel bed. My sister’s cries mixing with the slap of flesh from around the corner.
Punch. Punch.
He’d stood from the chair, a leer on his thin lips. Not even the dimples could soften the threat in his dark eyes. I’d never forget the way they looked at me as he strolled across the room, undoing his pants.
Punch. Punch. Punch.
“Good girl, Hanna. Harder.”
I’d never forget his hand ripping my dress—my underwear. I’d never forget the scream tearing from my throat or the slap of his hand against my cheek. I’d never forget the way his light hair fell over his forehead when he gripped my throat and licked my face.
“I like the way you scream,” he whispered, prying my legs apart and forcing himself inside.
Punch. Punch.
“Let it out, baby.”
I punched again. Harder and harder, screaming now like I had then.
I’d never forget the way the cuffs had dug into my wrists, almost as painful as the pain between my legs.
My vision blurred, and I kept punching. “I hate you. I hate you. I ha-hate y-you.”
I’d never forget his disgusting wink as he buckled his pants back up.
“The boss would be pissed to know I just took your sweet virginity, but I have to say, that tight pussy, bleeding all over my cock, was worth it. And what he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right?”
I rolled over and threw up on the pillow beside me, forced to roll back when I was done, staring up at the blood trickling down my wrist, avoiding my sister crying in the bed next to me.
Punch, punch, punch, punch, punch.
An endless loop, each hit lifting the weight in the pit of my stomach. Each blow vibrated through me and relaxed a muscle that had been tight for almost a decade. My hits became sloppy, my body trembling from the sobs I hadn’t known I let out.
Before I stopped swinging, the mats dropped, and Daniel’s blue eyes swam before me. I hit his chest before he could wrap both arms around me and pull me down to his lap.
