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I let out a disbelieving laugh.
“What is it?” Orin asked.
“It has literally taken me years of therapy to finally see that my turning to drugs was just another coping mechanism for the assault.”
“Sometimes I wonder whether therapy would’ve helped me or whether this darkness inside is my coping mechanism. Do you think people are pre-programmed to be whatever they become, or whether they have a choice?”
“Nobody should have to go through what you did, and if you came out the other side a little banged up, that’s not your fault either.”
I let my hand rest on his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his breath. His thumb was still sweeping over my hip but was slowly moving lower onto my ass.
“Fallon, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
He moved without warning, picking me up and depositing me on his lap. I froze in position, waiting for him to decide that this was too much, that there was too much contact, but as his hips surged and his cock rubbed against my core, I let out a contented sigh.
He gripped the tops of my thighs. “I might stumble every once and again, but I know you’ll be there to pick me up.”
Tears welled in my eyes for the hundredth time that night, and I dashed them away with the back of my hand. “Are you sure this is okay?”
“More than okay,” he rumbled. “Fallon, with you, I can trust again. I love you.” With one strong hand around the back of my neck, he pulled my head to his, taking my mouth in a savage kiss. I clutched at his shoulders, digging in my fingers until he made that sexy growling sound I liked so much.
“I need you naked,” he said, breaking the kiss and sucking on the side of my neck. “Please, tell me I can have you again.”
I grinned into the darkness. “Yes, sir.”
He growled and tore the sweater from my upper body. His hands immediately found my breasts. He cupped them both, rasping his thumbs along my nipples and drawing pleasured moans from my throat. He sat up, his abdominals flexing with the movement. I ran my nails down his torso, reveling in the fact that I could touch him without making him recoil. That he loved me like I loved him.
“Are you attached to those jeans?” he asked against my neck.
“No. Why—”
I yelped when I was suddenly on my back again. A moment later, the lamp on my side table turned on, and I blinked up at Orin. His dark eyes were wild with lust, his gaze taking in my breasts and stomach. With a grunt, he tore the button from my pants and shoved the zipper out of the way. Lifting my hips, I let him take the jeans and panties from my body, suddenly breathless when his tongue touched my pussy.
The first contact made me writhe.
The second stroke of his tongue made me wish he hadn’t taken so fucking long to come back to me.
The third? Well, I was in heaven.
He ate at my pussy like a man possessed, sliding one digit into my channel to tease my flesh before feeding me another. My back arched off the bed when he crooked one of his fingers inside me, hitting something deep inside that left me breathless.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you, Fallon?” His words were a harsh puff of air against the inside of my thighs. “You want to come, my little whore?”
“Yes!” I clawed at the sheets, feeling my orgasm barreling toward me, knowing there was no way to stop it.
“Don’t come until I say you can.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and muttered the words he wanted to hear. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised. “That’s good.”
He pumped his digits into me, driving my pleasure higher and higher until I was sure I wouldn’t be able to take any more. The sound of him plunging into my wetness only added to the eroticism of the scene, and when he reached up and squeezed one of my nipples, I nearly blacked out from the anticipated pleasure.
“I want to hear you beg,” he told me. “When it becomes so much, so strong, that you have to beg me to let you have your release. Beg me for it.”
“Please. Please, please, please,” I mumbled, mostly incoherently because it was taking everything in me to not come, to not be a bad girl.
