Page 53 of Not Your Hero

“Unhook me,” she repeats, even though she can barely get any air into her lungs now. Something inside of me snaps. The look in her eyes guts me. I don’t want to do it; I really don’t.

She didn’t look at me the way they did. She didn’t pull away in disgust. So what the hell am I doing?

I release my hold, and she coughs a few times as I move to my slacks on the floor and pull the key free. My head’s fucked up. I shouldn’t do this either. I shouldn’t let her go. Just like the others, I should end her life. But it’s Emerson.

I swallow hard as I release her wrists from the restraints, and she lets them fall to her sides. I turn to walk away when she grabs my hand and spins me to face her. I don’t know why I let her. I don’t know why I don’t fight her.

Emerson stares into my eyes as she licks her lips and slowly drops to her knees. I watch her, wanting to push her away but wanting to see what she does more.

She reaches out and does something I’ve never let another woman do. She grabs my scarred cock in her hand and strokes it before leaning in and licking the tip. My chest is heaving as I watch her. A part of me wants to stop her. The other part wants her to keep going. There’s a war inside me, one I can’t control.

“Emerson,” I say her name as a warning. “There’s no going back from this,” I warn. She looks up at me with tears still clinging to her lashes before she sucks me into her mouth. My throat feels like it’s clogged, like I can’t breathe.

Emerson sucks me deeper into her throat and gags on me, but she doesn’t stop, and I can’t either. I keep watching her as she takes me in her mouth.

Her hands move up my scarred thighs to my abs and back down. Chills spread across my flesh as she bobs her head faster.

Without thinking about it, I reach out and grab a handful of her hair, tugging it hard. I don’t know if I want her to stop or keep going, but she does it on her own. She keeps sucking, her tongue dragging along the bottom of my cock until I buck my hips into her face.

That’s when I take over. Em’s nails dig into my skin as I grab the back of her head and fuck her face. My hips jerk, shoving my cock as far down her throat as I can get it. Emerson gags, moretears filling her pretty eyes, but I can’t stop myself now. She did this to me. She released the monster from his cage, and now he wants to play.

The harder I fuck her face, the more I can feel myself on edge. I’ve never been like this with a woman. I’ve never been this free, and the fact she didn’t look at me as if I was a monster just keeps me going until my balls draw up, and I shoot my seed down the back of her throat. Emerson gags as she tries to swallow, spit, and cum leaking from the sides of her mouth.

When I finally pull out of her mouth, she gasps for air. More spit and my cum leaks down her chin as she gazes up at me. I reach down, running my fingers through the mess we made and shoving it into her mouth. Emerson closes her lips around my fingers and sucks until they’re clean, and I remove them.

“I don’t know what this means,” I tell her.

“You don’t need to hide from me, Gannix.”

“I’ve never allowed a woman to see them and let her live,” I inform her.

“I’m not other women.”

“You’re right. The other women weren’t mine.”

Chapter 28

Emerson

He wouldn’t fuck me, and I wouldn’t let him shove me into a different room or a different bed. I refused to go and so he left. I don’t know where he went and I honestly don’t care at this point.

I snuggle into his blankets and try to sleep, but it doesn’t work, so I lie here awake, waiting for him to come back.

I don’t know how I feel about everything I learned tonight. Or the fact he thought about killing me tonight. I suppose I understand to a point why he feels the way he does.

“You’re still awake,” I hear his voice from across the room and jerk a little.

“You left.”

“I needed to be alone,” he responds before he walks over and sits on the edge of the bed. I shove myself up and sit against the headboard, waiting to see if he says more. “You can sleep, Emerson. I won’t hurt you.”

“And yet you wanted to kill me a few hours ago,” I remind him. I hear him sigh loudly before kicking off his shoes and laying back on the bed.

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“And now that I did?”

“You didn’t look at me the way they did.”

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