And the news that her revenge plan has succeeded, or that she’s rich beyond belief, has not brightened the sadness I see in her eyes. In fact, she is deeply hurting. I can sense it.
I can’t understand what’s wrong.
She mentioned being without direction, and that makes some sense. She’s been focused on revenge, and her part in our revenge partnership is all but over.
But in my experience, people usually celebrate, at least a little, before they realize they need a new direction.
Now that she’s safe with me, is the abuse causing a delayed depression?
I slide my hands from her breasts, and skim them up her chest and neck, to hold her cheeks in my hands. “Love, tell me what you need and I’ll?—”
“I need you inside me, Win,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my pecs. “When I’m in your arms, I feel your strength and it makes me—” But she doesn’t say more as swoops down, her lips crashing into mine.
I can feel the desperation rolling off her, so I roll her over again, my weight coming on top of hers.
She instantly calms, the pressure of her hands and mouth, growing soft.
Does she need me to be her shield? Her shelter? Done.
I wrap her in my arms as I settle the head of my cock at her entrance. Her answer is to wrap her legs around my waist. “After, when this is all done, can you…can you help me get on my feet, Win?”
“I’ll always help you,” I answer, kissing her mouth as I slide deeper inside her, filling her with my cock. “I am here for you, kitten.”
Her breath catches, her arms tightening around my neck. “God, that feels good.”
Nuzzling her cheek, I hold, letting her adjust, trying to tell her with my body what I know she needs to hear.I am here for you. I won’t hurt you.
Slowly, I pull out and then push back inside her, testing her responses.
But she doesn’t cringe or grimace as her hips rise to meet mine. Her mouth tilts up, her kiss hungry, as her heels dig into the back of my thighs.
This is Katarina.
I reward her with another slow thrust, dragging the head of my cock exactly where I know she’ll like it.
I’m not wrong. Her needy moan fills my mouth and I pull out again, thrusting with more force than I dared yesterday.
But Katarina is not a woman who minds force. In fact, she digs her fingernails into my neck. “Yes,” she whimpers, giving me a little kick. “More.”
If her tight pussy wasn’t driving me wild, I might laugh. My woman knows want she wants and I don’t mind being treated like her beast of burden. Might get her a crop so she can encourage me properly.
I push in her again, her pussy still so snug around me that I groan as I bottom out. “You feel so good, so tight. You were made for me.”
The pressure of her fingernails digging into my skin lessons. “I think that’s a you thing, Win, not a me thing. You’re not exactly small. All women must seem tight to you.”
I slow a bit, kissing her long and deep. When I lift my head, I look in her eyes. “I wouldn’t know about other women. I haven’t been with one in nearly a decade.”
She stares at me, her eyes wide. “You’re lying.”
“You know I don’t lie.”
She grimaces, her face turning away. I’m inside her, my body covering hers, but I feel her withdrawal.
I did lie to her yesterday, and somehow, she knows.
I could ask her how. I could apologize. Instead, I pull back out and then push in, drawing a small gasp from her lips.
I do it again, and then I speak the truth. “Katarina, you can trust me to keep you safe and to keep your best interests close to my heart.”
