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I push her face into the mattress and raise her ass. My palm lights up one cheek and then the other while I hold her in place. “Do you have a fucking choice about this?”
She shakes her head, but her wrists strain against my hand. Resistance. I’m not having it. I squeeze harder and continue spanking her. Not the light taps another man might give her. Hell, I might give her when my monster retreats. But right now,he demands that she have something to remember when she sits her ass on a chair—today, tomorrow, this week.
She’s shuddering beneath the blows. My monster reminds me before I relent;I warned her. My sane side slides a finger between her bottom lips. Checking for moisture. It would kill me to have her desert-dry. I can’t see her face, but I’ll turn to stone if she’s horrified. Her pussy soaks my hand. A finger reveals the telltale flutters of a woman… “Fucking cumming. Jeniah, are you fucking cumming?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
It’s beautiful to see.Even better to know. I want to weep with relief, but the monster’s not having it. “Without fucking permission?” He rages. “You think you can come without permission? Do you think you’re in charge? Who’s in charge, Jeniah? Huh? Answer me.”
She’s shaking now, her body overwhelmed by sensations as I shove more fingers inside and fist her. “You are, Gio. You are in charge.” Her words come on puffs and pants.
I pull my fingers out and smack her ass again. “Damn right. Remember that when you’re sore and aching and need to rest. Don’t forget who fucking owns you. Remember the choices I give you.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “And the ones I don’t.”
I thrust my cock inside, and she cries out. It’s rough, but she’s wet, and I know she wants it. Her ass pushes back against me, driving into the bone while I grip her ass, adding bruises to my welts. I cleave the way through her slick velvet, and it tightens around me. I fuck her hard and fast, chasing my release.
It’s building. I’m close. I reach down, rub her clit, and tell her,“Now, you can come.” My permission sends her screaming over the edge. I follow her, filling her with my seed.
We collapse in a heap on the bed, panting and spent. I roll off and gather her in my arms. What have I done?What the fuck did I do?The monster is gone—sated and retreated. Leaving me to clean up his shit.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse. Apologies at the ready. I’m ready to get down on my knees and fucking beg her forgiveness. “Jeniah…”
“Mmm,” she says—the one word telling me nothing.
“I’m so sorry. I’ll never do anything like that to you again. I don’t care if you have to lock me in a closet when I get out of control.” I lift her chin. “You fucking do it. Fucking shoot me if you have to. I’ll keep you safe from every asshole in the world, and that includes me. Next time you leave. Understand.”
She’s staring at me with those wide brown pools and an expression I can’t read. Plotting her escape. An escape I’ll have to give her if it’ll keep her safe. It is her choice.
“Gio,” she finally says my name and I’m praying to God that it’s not the last time I hear it from her perfect lips. “I’m not scared of your monster. I’m scared that…” She bites her lip and my thumb retrieves it on reflex. “I’m scared that Ilikedit. I’m not saying every day. But if that’s who you are. If that’s the worst of you. I can take it. In fact, I hope I meet him again.” She runs a hand over her ass and smiles ruefully. “But maybe not today… or tomorrow.”
Another reason to love her. I’ve never been fucking lucky—until now. I don’t tell her because I don’t want it to influence herdecision about marrying me. I don’t want her to think I’m saying it to manipulate her. She’s been manipulated enough by the people who cared about her. Instead, I show her. Turning her over. Gently this time. I blanket her butt cheeks with soft kisses. Lacing cool pecks over her inflamed welts. Pulling back, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I guess even in his fury; the monster knew better than to mar our girl.
“My good girl.” I say, working my way up her spine. I repeat the words, but this time, I stress the possessive. “You’re mygirl.”
“I am.” Jeniah agrees with a sleepy smile in her voice.
I lay beside her and pull her into the crook of my arm. Basking in the warmth of her body and the knowledge that she’s mine. Mine to protect, to cherish, to love. And as I drift off to sleep, I realize I’ve never been this content after one of those fucking nightmares. Usually, the smell, shock, and horror shroud me for days. All those years of therapy and talking shit out.Useless. I wrap her thigh around my waist. Curling her around my dick.
All those years. All I needed was Jeniah.
* * *
We sleep in a tangle of limbs until hunger wakes us. After eating, we return to bed. I make love to her, giving her the sweet seduction she deserves. Letting her pussy lash my face as long as she wants until my dick demands relief. Even then, I let her ride. Careful to keep any pressure off her backside.
We settle, but Jeniah surprises me when she asks, softly sighing against my neck, “What are you thinking?”
I consider deflecting, falling back on my usual habit of keeping my thoughts to myself. But after everything I’ve shared, done, it seems pointless to hold back now.
“I’m thinking about how different my life was just a few weeks ago,” I admit. “How I never imagined I could feel this… content.”
Jeniah sits up, pulling away until she’s close, but not touching. Her eyes are concerned, not for herself, but for me. My chest aches.“Do you want to tell me what happened?” She asks gently. “In your dream?”
I shake my head, not wanting to burden her with the weight of my past. But when I meet her gaze, I see nothing but patience and understanding. And suddenly, I’m tired. Tired of carrying this alone, tired of the walls I’ve built around myself.
I sigh and reach for her hand, needing the anchor of her touch, and she laces her fingers through mine without hesitation.
“When I was eleven,” I begin, my voice low. “My father used to take me and my younger brother, Lucas, to the docks. He’d be busy with business, so we’d entertain ourselves. I usually found a quiet spot to read, and Lucas… he loved to explore.” I pause, the memories washing over me. Jeniah squeezes my hand, encouraging me to continue.
“That day, I was engrossed in my book. I didn’t notice how long Lucas had been gone. And then…” I swallow hard, the words sticking in my throat. “There was an explosion. A fuel tank, they said later. I needed to save Lucas, but the heat… the flames…” I close my eyes, seeing it all again. The inferno, the chaos, the desperate screams.
