Part 3 (1/2)

”That's it, Rose. Make it nice and tight for me. I want to feel that tight ring strangle my c.o.c.k. Clench your a.s.shole as hard as you can for me.”

I feel the hand around my hip move, and his big fingers start to gently stroke my c.l.i.t.

”No,” I moan, because I know what's coming. He will manipulate my body against me. Use my pleasure to make me want this.

It's as if my body is wired to his touch, and I start to move my hips with his fingers. I'm rocking against his hand and I'm starting to get close to an o.r.g.a.s.m.

I feel the pressure against my a.s.shole, and my hips rise in invitation. I bury my face in the bed, because the shame of what I want is real. I want this. I want him to f.u.c.k my a.s.s and make me c.u.m. I want him in the darkest part of my body, and I'm so humiliated by this realization.

”My dirty f.u.c.king s.l.u.t,” he says as his c.o.c.k bottoms out in my a.s.s. ”Look at how easy you take my d.i.c.k back here. Your hips are pus.h.i.+ng against me, begging for more. You want it rough, don't you, Rose? You want me to f.u.c.k your a.s.s hard? I got you baby. Just be still and I'll take care of you.”

I feel him spit on my a.s.s again and I whine into the mattress. It's too good, and I hate myself for loving it. He pulls out and then pushes back in hard, causing me to cry out and bear down on his hands, seeking pleasure with my pain.

After a few more hard thrusts, I'm on the edge, and I can feel he's close too. We are so in tune with each other's bodies that we are going to c.u.m together.

Colton puts hard pressure on my c.l.i.t, and then pinches it as he thrusts one last time, sending me over the edge and into pure s.e.xual bliss. My a.s.s tightens up and clenches around him while I shout my release into the mattress.

I feel his c.o.c.k pulse as he empties into my a.s.s, and I can't think of anything other than how wonderful that felt. After a beat, he lies down across my back and kisses the side of my face.

”I love you,” I whisper, and I can feel the smile spread across his face.

The rest of the day and night are spent entwined with one another. Colton doesn't have to tie me up anymore to get me to do what he wants, and I don't think about running away anymore.

When morning light floods through the cabin, he begins to pack up what little he brought, and I put on the pink dress I walked into the cabin wearing.

As we walk out on the front porch, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, and I look up and meet his eyes.

”We should get going,” he says, and I nod my head in agreement.

”The kids will be happy to see us after a weekend at your mom and dad's,” I say.

”Please, you know they spoiled them the whole time,” Colton says on a laugh as we walk out to his cruiser.

”Maybe we can do this next weekend too, only this time it will be your fantasy.”

”My sweet Rose, anything you want is my fantasy. Always has been. Always will be.”

I blush while leaning up and giving my husband a kiss on the lips. Could life get better than this?

EXCERPT FROM.

TAKING THE FALL.

”What the f.u.c.k are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.

I've never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.

I haven't seen him since that night. The night I can't remember. The reason I'm here.

”Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.

”Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.

”But...you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he's saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn't care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was...until now.

”Ever think there was a reason I didn't respond? I threw them out. I don't want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn't turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.

s.h.i.+fting uncomfortably, I take him in. He's huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems ma.s.sive. His six foot four frame looks like it's been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don't recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don't recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.

Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.

In three long strides he's in front of me, lifting me into his arms. Caught completely off guard, I gasp. He wraps his free hand in my long hair and pulls my head back, claiming my mouth. My fingers grab the fabric of his s.h.i.+rt and try to pull him closer. I feel like my whole body has just come alive. My body is overcome with all the pa.s.sion and fervor I've felt all these years, but I don't exactly have any experience to guide me. I'm twenty and I've never been kissed. But this doesn't feel like any kiss I've ever imagined. It feels like he's devouring my body with his mouth, his teeth, his tongue. It feels like Carter is ravis.h.i.+ng my soul.

Going to an all-girls' school kept me sheltered. I even took all my college cla.s.ses online after I graduated. The only d.i.c.k that was ever near me was hired by my father. His men were either deadly scared of him or had too much respect for him to touch me-probably a little of both.

I follow Carter's lead and return his kiss. I've wanted this for years. Before he was taken away, I used to try to get his attention and shamelessly flirt with him. I think I was terrible at it because never once did he touch me. I never cared that he was ten years older than I was. I wanted him. I even had this silly idea that if I waited for him, he could be mine. That's why I wrote him those stupid letters that he clearly didn't give a s.h.i.+t about. Feeling my anger rush back at the reminder, I go to push at his chest, but we're ripped apart suddenly. A guard has me in his arms and my feet are still off the floor. It takes three other guards to wrestle Carter down onto one of the tables.

His hands grip the side of the table, his white knuckles betraying his iron grip. ”f.u.c.k, Cherry, never thought I was the jealous type,” he says, his voice rough with a touch of fury and possession. ”Until you.” His glare moves to the guard holding me. ”Now get your f.u.c.king hands off her.”

I'm stunned by his words. He's pinned to a table by three guards and he's giving orders? I guess some things never change.

”Get. Them. The. f.u.c.k. Off,” Carter barks again as he starts to rise from his position, even as the guards try to push him down.

”This is my prison, Carter. You may get some leeway because of who you are, but there are cameras in here,” the guard holding me says as he places me back down on the floor.

”I just came for answers,” I whisper, hoping he doesn't catch on to my lie. I want answers, but I want him more.

”I got no answers for you here. I don't want to see your little a.s.s in this place again, Cherry.” Cherry', the name used to make me smile. Now it's starting to p.i.s.s me off.

”Says the man who just had his tongue down my throat,” I shoot back, feeling my anger boil over. h.e.l.l, I shouldn't have said that. I don't want him to know I care, but how can he not after receiving all those stupid letters? Letters that had started off as questions but slowly turned into a diary. I sent him my every thought. But, as time went on, they morphed into love letters to him. Maybe he doesn't know what they contained. Maybe he threw them out before reading them. I'm grasping at straws. He may not know it, but he is all I have left.

After my mother disappeared, my father turned as cold as she had been. I had always been a silly child who just got in my mother's way. She was too busy going to events and maintaining an image to devote any time or attention to me. I can still remember her offhand comments about my weight and frenzied red hair. I just always seemed to be in her way-a disappointing nuisance. Now my father can barely look at me. Does my father love me? Yes, I believe so. Family is everything to him.

But does he show it? Can I feel it? Not anymore. Now I'm put away on a shelf, having to sneak away to come here.

”I haven't felt a woman's body in years, can't blame a man for taking opportunities as they arise,” he says c.o.c.kily as the guards slowly let him up. He drops down into a metal chair. He seems completely unfazed by what has just happened. I guess that was all it was to him-a man needing a fix. He didn't possess my mouth, my soul for those few moments because he needed to touch me. No one touches me.

”I see I don't have anyone now. Looks like I can go,” I say flatly, all emotion leaching from my voice. h.e.l.l, if no one else wants to show me any tenderness, why should I give any?

”Good. Get gone,” he snarls through clenched teeth, but I see his eyes soften for an instant before being replaced by his usual stoniness. Or maybe I'm trying to convince myself and it was never there.

Pulling the picture I have from my pocket, I let it drop to the floor and I take one last look at the man I've been thinking about every night for the past four years. I don't want the reminder of him anymore if he doesn't want me.

I'm done living in a world that seems to feel nothing while I feel everything.