Page 26 of Smoke

His room is as I imagined it. It’s dark with black curtains, black sheets, and lots of pillows. He has this twisted, cozy core vibe about him that I’ve always loved. Like a character out of a Dickens novel. He’s tortured, broody, clever, and seductive without even trying.

I step out of my stilettos before unzipping my jeans and shimmying out of them. Then I step back into the sexy red heels. If he’s going to order me around like he used to, then I’m going to make it impossible for him to look away. I’m going to do everything in my power to make him hate himself for making me stay here.

I stand in front of the full length mirror by the bed, admiring my own curves. I take a deep breath and slowly pull my flimsy lattice-edged tank top over my head. Once I’m down to nothing but my sparkly red thong and stilettos, I climb onto the bed and wedge a pillow under my hips before leaning back against the headboard.

I light up another cigarette when I hear footsteps down the hall getting closer. My heart is racing but so is my cunt. I missed this. The way he made me feel worthless and sacred at the same time. How he could look at me like I was the most precious thing on the planet while also being the thing he despised the most.

The door swings open and the outline of his silhouette in the frame makes my stomach drop into my ass. He lets out a sputtering breath when he sees me. “Get your shoes off my bed, Cherry.”

“Come make me,” I rasp on an exhale of smoke.

He closes the door behind him and locks it before he turns back around and leans up against it. “You’re a fucking menace,” he murmurs.

That familiar sensation returns to my legs, the yearning that makes them shake, knowing he won’t fucking touch me. And how it turns my desire into a fucking death sentence.

I put my cigarette out in the half-drunk beer bottle on the side table. “I’m the menace you created, brother.”

He winces. “Don’t call me that. You know what that does to me.”

I used to think it offended him, but over the years I saw that it stirred up something else. This sense of protectiveness and possessiveness over me. But in a way that sparked his own desperate desires. The way every space between us became an inferno, the tension thicker than smoke with all of its unspoken warnings like alarm bells ringing in our ears.

With trembling fingers, I slowly circle the base of my nipples. “Should I call you daddy then? You looked after me better than he did.”

Hawk unbuckles his belt. He slides it off and tosses it to the floor as he stalks toward the bed. “Careful… I’m at my fucking limit with you tonight, Cherry.”

I arch my back, happy I have his eyes on me, and gently pinch each nipple between my fingers. “Show me what happens when you break, Hawk. Let your guard down with me. Please. For once… please.”

He climbs onto the bed and grips my ankles. “Pinch them harder.” He yanks both my heels off and throws them behind him.

A whimper gurgles from my throat. The heat between us is deadly. I do as he says and relish the way his eyes flutter in approval. “I wish you could feel how hard they are for you.”

His eyes almost roll back into his head. He growls as I arch for him. I lift my hips. “Please touch me, Hawk.”

“You beg like a needy slut,” he rasps. “Harder.”

“I want you, Hawk. Please. I’ve always wanted you. Don’t do this to me again.” I’m about to cry and cum at the same time. Fuck him, and fuck me for getting sucked back into this again.

“You think I like this torture? My sweet Cherry… my baby girl.” He nestles himself in between my legs, forcing them wider apart.

I’m so wet, I feel like I’m gonna die if he doesn’t touch me. “Yeah, come closer. I dare you.”

“If I give you what you want… will you stop this shit with Kane? Will you please fucking stop sending him pictures and videos? He doesn’t deserve to see those parts of you.”

I freeze, livid. “So that’s what this is about? Getting back at Kane? If you don’t want me then just say it! Don’t keep making me think you feel the same way about me. Or is it that you just don’t want anyone else to have me? You don’t want me to ever be happy. All these years, Hawk… Fuck you. Get away from me.”

I try to scramble off the bed, but he’s too fast. He’s too fucking strong. He slams into me and pins my wrists to the bed. He wedges my legs apart with his own and presses himself against me. “Shhh, do you feel that, baby girl? Do you feel how hard it is? Don’t be stupid, Cherry. Don’t say stupid fucking things.” He grinds once against me. “I’ve always wanted you. Since that day when you held my hand over my momma’s casket… I’ve been yours and you’ve been mine.”

The weight of his body on me is a new sensation. To smell him and feel his breath on me… The tears stream down my cheeks before I can process what’s happening. But before he freaks out and tries to comfort me, I arch my back and rub my pussy against him, urging him to reciprocate.

His lip quivers. “Cherry…”

I lift my head and nuzzle his cheek with my nose. “If I’m yours, then touch me. Show me how bad you want me. Because right now I feel crazy. You make me feel like this every time I get close to you. Like I don’t deserve your touch. Please prove me wrong.” I place a soft kiss on his cheek. We both sigh at the contact.

He lets go of my wrists and shifts off of me slightly, still leaving one leg in between mine. He gazes down the length of me before tugging gently on my panties. “Can I take these off?”

I can die fucking happy now. I nod, afraid to make any sudden movements that might scare him off. “Yes,” I whisper.

He loops his thumbs into the sides of the lace and pulls them down slowly. As soon as they’re off, my legs start to shake uncontrollably. He palms my thigh, stroking it softly from the outside in, back and forth. “Is this okay?”