“Yes,” she gasps.
I continue fucking her hard, one hand slapping her beautiful ass, the other reaching around to find her clit. She’s soaking wet, so sensitive that she immediately reacts to my touch.
Her moans are getting higher in pitch as she approaches another orgasm.
“Lila, come on my cock,” I growl in her ear. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
Her body tenses, then shudders violently as she comes. Her inner walls clamping down on my dick like a vice. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as I empty myself inside her.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both panting, bodies still connected. Then, I carefully pull out and collapse beside her, drawing her into my arms. She nestles against my chest, her body warm and soft against mine.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a few moments, our breathing gradually slowing. I disentangle myself from her.
“I’ll be right back,” I promise, pressing a kiss to her lips before heading to the bathroom.
I return with a warm washcloth and gently clean between her legs, taking care not to be too rough with her oversensitive skin. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile playing at her lips.
“What?” I ask, catching her expression.
“Nothing,” she says. “Just... I didn’t expect this after what we just did.”
I toss the washcloth into the hamper and climb back into bed, pulling her close again.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” she asks.
Confused, I pull her against me and hold her. “What do you mean, scare me?”
“I like rough sex. I enjoy choking, spanking, and even some bondage. I enjoy being submissive with someone I trust. We didn’t talk first, so I had no way of telling you that.”
“I was afraid I’d trigger you. I have no idea what trauma you went through before I started watching you. But this is nice to know, because I enjoy being dominant.” I reply.
“I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough for this type of sex.” She trails off for a moment, thinking about how to word the next part of what she’s saying. I wish I could read her mind. “I never trusted Eli not to hurt me.He always did. Every time, he’d hurt me and he wouldn’t stop.”
This knowledge sends a rush of anger through my blood. There is a time and place to let out this feeling and it is not here and now, with Lila. I force it down, for now. Maybe I’ll pay him a little visit in jail.
We lay together in silence for so long that I thought she had fallen asleep, but she shifts next to me like she’s about to leave.
I pull the covers over us, tucking her in more securely next to me. “Stay the night?” I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
In answer, she snuggles closer, throwing her leg over mine, head nestled in the crook of my neck. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
I listen as her breathing deepens and slows, feel the moment she drifts into sleep. I stay awake a little longer, savoring the weight of her against me, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin. After months of watching from a distance, of wanting but not having, the reality of her in my arms, in my bed, feels like a miracle.
She’s mine now, I’ve got her. Not the masked man or the stalker, but the real me. And somehow, impossibly, she wants me anyway.
I send a quick text to Mia so she doesn’t worry about Lila. She answers with a wink face emoji that makes me chuckle. The movement making Lila shift against me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m drifting off to sleep with her.
32
Lila
Iwake up tothe sunlight in my eyes and Anthony’s arm heavy around my waist, pulling me in like I’m something precious. For a second, I don’t know where I am, and I panic. Expecting the chill of my library, or the scratch of hospital sheets, or Eli’s voice hissing in my ear. But then the smell of clean cotton and his skin hits me, and everything from last night floods back, electric and real.
I turn my head, and he’s already awake, watching me with a ridiculous intensity. A way no one has ever looked at me before. He smiles, the kind that’s all teeth and wickedness, and leans in to kiss my shoulder.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he says, voice gravel from sleep.
