Page 60 of Not Your Hero

I start to reach for him, but he brushes my hand away and walks around me. He sits down on the couch and motions for me to come to him. I slowly turn and stand in front of him.

“Ride me, Em, however you want to take me, do it.” I consider facing away from him at first, but I want to see his face and for him to see mine. So I straddle his hips and grab his cock, lowering myself down his length. I can see this is bothering him. I can see how much this means to him, too.

I bite my lip as I feel him fill me. This feels different, not like when he drugs me. I raise my hands and rest them on his shoulders as I slowly begin to fuck him.

“Gannix,” I whisper.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think you know how good this feels without the drugs,” I tell him as I move faster. His hands clamp down on my ass cheeks, his fingers digging in as I ride him.

“You’re mine, Emerson. No more drugs. I want you to feel everything with me,” he growls. I bounce on his cock, taking him as deeply as I can as pain and pleasure mingle inside me.

Then I lift and turn to face the other way. Before I can start, Gannix pushes me forward, my hands hitting the floor. He raiseshis hips as he keeps a grip on my hips to hold me in place, and he begins to fuck me.

He goes hard for a long time until he tells me to sit back up. I do as he says, and I take over again. He has no idea what I feel right now. The scars mean nothing. In this moment, everything that has happened means nothing.

I ride him until I can feel him swell inside me, and that’s all I can take. I let go, and he followed me with his release. His cock jerks inside me as I come for him. His hands stay planted into my hips as he groans behind me. When we’re both sated, I stand and move to sit on the couch next to him.

Gannix reaches over and pulls me into his side, and I rest my head there. Without thinking too much about it, I reach over and let my fingers roam the scars on his lower stomach. At first, he sucks in a breath, and I think he’s going to push me away, but then he slowly exhales and lets me continue. I skim my fingers gently over the marks on his flesh and then the ones on his cock.

“I can’t even imagine the pain you were in as a child,” I whisper.

“It was nothing I would want anyone else to feel.”

“But your brother did.”

“He felt only half of it. Only one of his legs was burnt.”

“What’s going to happen with him?” I take the chance and ask.

“I honestly don’t know. He’s made no attempt to contact me, and that scares me the most,” Gannix says.

“Why?”

“Because that isn’t like him. I took something he wanted dead, Em. He isn’t going to take this lightly.”

“Do you think he’ll come after us?”

“Us? You said us,” he says softly.

“You already made it clear I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Do you still want to leave?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“You can. It’s a simple question.”

“Yes and no.”

“I’ll accept that for now,” he tells me as his hand comes up to run down my spine. I can’t tell you what I feel when he touches me like this. It’s like I’ve never been touched before by a man.

“Are you afraid of him?” I ask.

“I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you,” he admits, and my chest constricts.

“He’ll kill me.”

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