Page 81 of Captivating Anika

“Good?” he asks, gently pumping his fingers inside me while rolling the pad of his thumb over that bundle of nerves.

“Yeah,” I sigh.

I languidly stretch my arms up and hook them behind his neck.

“Fuck, what a view.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder and cups one of my breasts with his other hand, lightly tugging my nipple.

“I’m not gonna last long,” I warn him, my hips rocking against his hand.

His hand between my legs immediately stills, as his lips brush the shell of my ear.

“Out of the tub, Sweetheart. Not enough room in here and I wanna feel you come around me.”

It is slippery and water splashes everywhere as he helps me get to my feet and out of the tub. Hog manages to grab a bath towel, folds it a few times and puts it on the edge of the vanity.

“Lean down, baby,” he urges me, with a firm hand between my shoulder blades.

It feels a little illicit, and a lot hot when I bend over and lean my elbows on the towel. My eyes watch him in the mirror, his mouth slack as he follows the path of his fingers trailing down my spine and sliding down my crease. His free hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking firmly before fitting himself behind me.

The moment I feel the tip brush against me, I curve my back and tip up my hips to take him inside. I briefly close my eyes when he fills me with one deep stroke, and when I open them, I meet his fixed on me in the mirror, blazing heat.

A feeling so big, so overwhelming, washes over me, and tumbles from my mouth unchecked.

“I love you.”

His fingers curl into my hips in a way I know will leave marks, as he spreads his stance, and proceeds to pump into me at a furious pace. His eyes don’t leave mine and when I come minutes later in spectacular fashion, I do it with my head arched back and his teeth marking my shoulder as he shudders behind me.

The only sounds in my small bathroom are the rasping of our breaths, and the echo of my words.

I struggle with two masked men who are holding my arms pinned against the side of a FedEx truck. Hog is on his knees in front of me, blood running into his eyes as he stares at my swollen belly. Kim is behind him, using his head as a piñata as she swings her golf club again, and screams at me to tell her where the money is.

“Wake up, Anika.”

I hear Hog’s voice, and part of me knows the horror movie playing in my head is a bad dream, but it’s hard to pull myself free.

“Come on, Sweetheart, open your eyes.”

I manage to peel one eyelid back to find Hog looming over me.

No blood, but he does have my arms pinned to the mattress. It’s how he’s woken me up most nights since I left him with a shiner the first time I had a nightmare.

“I’m okay,” I mumble.

“Same thing?” he asks, releasing his hold.

“The gist of it, although this time there was a FedEx truck and golf club involved.”

“Jesus,” he grumbles, rubbing a hand over his short hair as he swings his legs out of bed. “Can I get you something?”

“I wouldn’t mind some water.”

I watch him walk his fine ass out of the bedroom, looking good in his fitted boxer briefs, although I prefer him without.

Staring at the ceiling, I take a few deep breaths in and slowly release them. As my heart rate slows down, I force my mind somewhere other than back into the dream, and I end up replaying our tryst in the bathroom last night.

The memory of my prematurely released declaration of love comes surging back at me as well. Maybe I should be mortified, blurting that out in the throes of passion, but I’m not going to apologize for it. Nor am I taking it back. If I did, I’d be lying to myself.

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