She stands before me, shaking slightly, but her eyes are still wide and bright.“Fuck me.” Her words are stern and make me laugh. “I mean it! If you don’t fuck me, then I swear I will go out there and fuck your guards. No more saying no, just do it.” She pushes herself against me, a moan escaping her mouth as she does.“Emmi.” How the hell can I keep saying no?“Please, you told me to choose. I choose now, I choose you. You said no to all of you, so you, I choose you to fuck me first.” Her body pushes against mine. Turning with her in my arms, I push her down onto the bed. I climb onto her as my mouth captures hers, the kiss starting slow and soft before it becomes aggressive, both of us fighting each other to dominate the kiss, my mouth swallowing and muffling her moans. Without breaking the kiss, I pull her dress, tearing it open.Glancing down, I smile. “I fucking love peepholes.” I grab her nipple and pull, causing her to cry out slightly. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I feel
When I wake, the first thing I see is Emmi, asleep and wrapped around me. I need to get information today on who tried shooting her. Moving carefully, I peel back the blanket, then stop. There’s blood. Why is there blood? I try to remember last night, but even when I woke hours ago, there wasn’t blood. Then I remember. It’s been a month, a month since she came.I get out of bed, shower, and get dressed before running her a bath. When I return, I lean over her and kiss her. I watch as she wakes and looks at me.“Morning.” Her voice is quiet as she smiles at me.“Morning. I ran you a bath.” I sit next to her, and she looks at me, confused. “You started bleeding; you get in the bath. After that, I will sort the bed.” I kiss her lips but when I pull back, I see the panic in her eyes. Maybe I should have just left and acted like I didn’t notice? “Don’t panic. Go get in the bath and let us know if you want anything.” But she just keeps scaring at me. Okay, maybe I should leave?I step out a
This morning was awkward. Weird and fucking awkward. I hadn’t even considered when I was due on. No, I just forgot, as if it no longer existed. Dante looked at me, waiting for me to go get in the bath. There was no way in hell I was going to stand naked and walk through knowing I had blood on me. So, I waited for him to leave then ran to the bathroom. When I emerged, the bed was sorted, and a box was on the bed. Inside were pads, tampons, tablets for the pain, everything I would have thought of, even chocolate! Someone had put chocolate in it.I spent the day with Bear and Zane, although there wasn’t much excitement. Dante and Gunner had ‘gone to paint the cities red’ based on Bear’s words. From what I learned; they were trying to find out who ordered the hit on me.That moment is burned into my mind. Dante hadn’t even hesitated. He just jumped and protected me, not caring that he could have got shot. What does that mean anyway? From how they spoke, I know they don’t jump in front of
Back at the house, I decide to go with Gunner and Bear through to the kitchen. We cook together and I find it takes my mind off everything. I am amazed that they can all seem to cook, and they always try to have breakfast together.The week passes quickly, I find myself sleeping alone because I don’t feel comfortable sleeping with them while I’m bleeding. They seem to be planning a lot. I haven’t asked about much, just concentrated on getting through this week. But somehow, I have craved them even more this week, knowing I can’t have them.I stand in the kitchen cooking, Gunner and Bear cooking, I am more watching. I am excited for tonight to have one of them cuddle me again as I sleep.“Little kitten, little kitten.” I laugh at Gunner. Turning, I look at him.“What, psycho?”“Take these through. We will be right behind you.” Nodding, I take the plates and walks through. I stop when I see Dante and Zane talking. Something feels off. I watch as Dante smiles slightly.“Food first. Eat,
Her words cut deep, and somehow; it feels good. How fucked up is that? My lips crash against hers, a moan escaping my mouth. She pushes me back as she tries freeing herself.“Get off me! You really think I want you? No one wants you, Zane.” Her words are sharp.“Like I fucking care!” I kiss her again, feeling her fighting against me, my body pinning hers against the wall as my mouth kisses down her neck. Screaming, she keeps trying to push me away.“You can’t fuck me!” She yells the words, which make me laugh.“I can! Do you think we don’t know about you and Dante? We got back and heard your screams.” My hands move, pulling and ripping her dress open. I bite down against her neck, causing her to scream more. I feel her body shift, her hand swinging with a knife, but I knock it from her grasp, the blade catching me slightly.I pin her more forcefully as my hands pull her underwear away from her body. Sliding my hand down her stomach, I stop between her legs, feeling the wetness. Hell,
I watch as he walks out, and I know I made him worse. He was fine, but I know he took my words to heart. I just wanted to help, and somehow, in the process, I made him worse. I lie still, my body wrapped around the thick throw, waiting, and watching the door. Slowly, I feel my eyes slip closed as I wait for him to come back.The bang has me jolting awake.“Why would you say that? Don’t fuck around with Zane because I swear you won’t be breathing.” Dante stands next to the bed, Gunner beside him. Hell, they both look pissed off.“I didn’t mean it! I told him I didn’t.” I should never have said it. Why did I? He didn’t even act like this when I mentioned his mum.“Clearly you did, to think of that. If you see it as us raping you, then stay the hell away from us,” he says. I look to Gunner as he shakes his head at me.“You agree? Do you guys not know me?” Of course, I didn’t mean it.“How can we? We thought we knew your family, my dad thought he knew them, but hell, we had no idea of the
I know what Emmi said, but I know she didn’t mean it. Somehow though, it’s got into Zane’s head, and now, well, now he feels like he needs to be punished. In the first fight, he didn’t even hit the guy for ages.I saw the pure terror on the guy’s face with every hit as Zane just took them. Everyone was shocked, watching as he just stood and took hit after hit. Usually, the other guy is lucky to get a few hits in. Ten minutes into the fight and Zane hadn’t lifted his fists once.Then it happened, the need to be hurt burned down, and in its place was rage. The poor guy died quickly. Usually, they stop the fights before anyone dies, but by the second punch, the guy was unconscious. By the third, he was dead. So, I sit and watch the next four fights. Zane blocks their hits and hits them back, the men getting dragged out quickly before they can die too.I just sit and watch, and by the time Zane is finished, he looks normal again. Bloody, but normal. I know all it will take is that one tho
Soon after waking, I make breakfast and we sit quietly to eat as I work through the things she needs. I have a car sorted for her, along with a bank account. I just need a few more things in place then I will let her walk.“This is fucking stupid!” Turning, I look towards Zane. “She belongs here.”“She belongs where she wants to be. Over twenty years she has been locked up, Zane, to keep her here without her approval is just as bad as her parents.” If I could, I would choose to keep her here with me. That is fucked up, though, and part of me is hoping she doesn’t walk out, or she turns around and comes back before she gets to the border.“You’re an arsehole. Treating her just like every other woman, fucking her, using her, then dumping her!” he shouts at me. I look over at Gunner, who isn’t even eating.“You can hate me, but it’s the right thing to do.” My words are quiet, and I hear her walking through. She sits down, smiling across to Gunner, but he avoids looking at her.“So, what