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CHAPTER7
Azalea
His tortured words tug at me, pulling me back to him. The pain was intense and it still aches but the stabbing pains are no more.
“It’s alright. I’m good.”
“You are not good,” he growls. “How could you not tell me you were a virgin, dammit, Azalea!”
I pout. “I figured you didn’t need to know that.”
“Well, that was a damn stupid thought. I could have seriously hurt you! I still don’t know that I didn’t.”
I shake my head, smiling. “I feel so good. Please move.” He takes an experimental slide in and out and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “So fucking good.”
Sliding in slow, achingly slow, he rolls his hips and then he leans down, his lips catching mine softly. My breath catches and tears well in my eyes. I feel so treasured. Cherished. I’ve never felt like this.
“Vic. Please don’t stop. I need you.” And that seems to unleash the wild man that I knew was hiding inside the well-dressed man he usually appears to be. Calm, controlled. That’s him.
But not now. His hips snap back and forth and he lifts my leg up, driving himself so deep inside of me that it pinches a little. The pleasure and the pain combine into one huge ball of light that warms my body. Tiny ripples build in my aching pussy and then he catches my nipple with his lips, his teeth nipping hard.
Fireworks crash and roar in my head and I toss my head back, screaming so loud that my throat hurts.
“Fuck! Oh god, Vic! Yes, yes, yes!”
“That’s right, baby. Give me one more!” And I fall off the cliff, my body tensing under him, my hands clawing wildly at his sweaty shoulders, his muscles bunching and shifting under my hands as he drives into me once, twice and then he grunts and I feel him jerk inside me, exploding inside the condom.
And I wish to heaven he hadn’t used one because I really want to feel him explode inside me, dripping down my leg.
He falls across me, gasping for breath. Then he rolls over and pulls me into his arms. He sighs and closes his eyes and then I hear him breathing deeply.
But I can’t sleep. My heart is racing out of control as I realize that I’m in love with this man. Yet I barely know him.
I know he’s a strong man, dependable, dangerous, serious as all get out. No fun and games with him.
But I know that if I needed him, he’d be there in a heartbeat. I’ve never had that. I’ve always looked after myself. Now I feel like he’s working his way into my life and it has me terrified. I could very easily let him take over. Let him run my life.
And then what happens. I don’t paint anymore. I don’t go to art shows because it’s too dangerous. Maybe I don’t dance in the rain anymore because I might catch a chill. I’m just not me anymore.
I slide out from under his heavy arm and let it slip silently to the bed before I make my way downstairs, ignoring my promise that I wouldn’t leave him and not tell him what was going on.
I watched him earlier when he didn’t think I was. Even while I was painting, I could feel him. It was so distracting.
I need to be me right now and I can’t do that with him breathing over me.
I slip outside and stand in the cool night air, feeling the night sounds wash over me and relaxing into it. This is what I need. The sweet sounds of the night and the soft light of moonlight dancing on the pond across the road.
I grab my backpack and head across the road, watching the sparkling fountain in the middle of the pond. It’s cracked and old, the concrete chipped and worn. But in the soft glow of moonlight it looks perfect.
I grab my sketch pad and start to draw line after line until I’m lost in the beauty of the night, the lovely lines of the fountain and the release that I need to settle my nerves.
I breathe deep and open my eyes, startled when a shadow falls across my body. I turn and grimace, fear tightening my gut. He’s still feet away. But I know for a fact that’s not Vic.
I grab my things and stand, backing away slowly.
“Where are you going, Azalea?” My head cocks and I strain to remember. I know that voice. I’ve heard it before. At my father’s.
Brad Archer. My father’s personal assistant. “What are you doing here, Brad?”
