Page 13 of Legions

My hand fisted the shirt Thatcher was wearing. He held me close to his body as he walked down the wooded path I’d taken yesterday. The events that had caused me to run began to replay in my head, and I winced. I didn’t want to remember.

“Don’t do that,” he warned me. “I’ll stop right here, strip you naked and eat your pussy while you scream out your orgasm.”

My nipples tightened again. It was that easy for him to distractme.

“You shot at your brother,” I said.

He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at me. “He pulled his Glock on me first.”

“You pulled the trigger.”

The sinister amusement in his eyes only caused my body to tingle like the crazy woman I was.

“I’d never hurt him. I just wanted him to drop the fucking gun.”

There was a sincerity in his tone that eased me. I believed him. The emotions had been high, and my reactions weren’t helping him. He needed me to calm down, and I’d been the cause of his snapping like he had.

“I can walk,” I told him as we made it out of the woods onto the street we had to cross to get to the grocery store parking lot.

“No,” he replied as he continued on.

“People will see you holding me.”

“The taste of your pussy is on my tongue, and your short legs can’t get us to my truck fast enough,” he said tightly. His strong jaw and focused expression made me want to reach up and touch his face. Run my fingers over it. But since we were already making a bit of a scene with him carrying me, I didn’t add to it.

I felt him shift me in his arms as he reached to open the door to the truck. He put me in on the driver’s side. I started to scoot further away, but he grabbed my thigh when I reached the middle. “Far enough,” he said, climbing in behind the wheel.

“Get the jeans off, panties too,” he ordered.

I glanced at the tinted windows then back at him.

“Do it, or I will,” he warned, then turned the engine on as it began to hum beneath us.

I kicked off my shoes as my hands went to unbuckle my belt. The one I hadn’t been able to bring myself to buy on a shopping trip, only to have it rolled up in a fancy box waiting on me that night in the center of his bed when I had gotten out of theshower.

Shoving my jeans down until I could pull them from my ankles, I placed them on the passenger seat. Then began sliding off my panties. When they were gone, Thatcher held his hand out.

“Give them to me,” his tone had that sexy, dark timber to it.

I didn’t ask him why. I knew already. He often went to the dirty laundry at night and took out the panties I’d taken off that day. It had embarrassed me at first, but it was something I’d grown accustomed to.

He held them to his face, covered his nose, and inhaled. “Fuuuck,” he hissed. “Right foot up on the seat, then open those pretty thighs wide.” His eyes still on the road.

When I had done exactly like he ordered, his gaze dropped to look at me before he put my discarded panties on his crotch then reached to run his pointer finger over my slit. His eyes were back on the road, but the pleased rumble in his chest when he found me soaking wet sent thrills of pleasure through me.

“I thought I wanted to keep this pure,” his voice thick as he spoke. “Lick a virgin pussy. Nothing had ever tasted so fucking good. My twisted thoughts as I made you squirt on me. For me. An angel coming for a demon,” he smirked. “It was depraved, and I thought that was why I did it.”

He swung his dark gaze to mine. “But that wasn’t it,” he growled, then shoved two fingers inside of me as I bucked off the seat and cried out.

“No, that wasn’t it at all. Because when I broke that hymen. You bled on my cock. Let me fuck you like a slut. Then whatever thread I had left keeping me from the neurotic obsession I had when it comes to you, gone.”

He pumped his fingers in and out, the sounds of my cunt sucking at them filling the car with its rhythm. “You can try and leave me. I will find you. I need you to breathe, little doll. You go, I go. No matter what shit I’ve done, doesn’t mean I can give youspace.”

I was panting, lifting my hips. His voice hoarse and aroused as he spoke.

“Last night, I stood over you, rubbing my dick as every fucking cell in my body screamed that you were mine. To grab you and run.”

I turned my head to look at him fully as my orgasm built, rushing so close to the moment I would shatter. His eyes dropped to mine briefly, but enough for me to see his torment before looking back at the road. He’d been in the church last night. Watching me sleep again. It should be a reason to stop this. Remind me how unbalanced he was. How he didn’t think like a sane person. But it didn’t. Instead, my body tightened, and the surge hit me as I cried his name while the spray shot out from between my legs. I was lost in the unholy heaven that carried me.

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