Page 31 of Absolution

“I would understand more than most. I came here knowing you’d be pissed, but I’ve seen that look on your face before. The last time I saw it, I spent nearly a week at the hospital with you as you detoxed. I couldn’t let you walk away without trying to save you from yourself. That isn’t the road you want to travel back down now that you have someone else depending on you.”

“Thanks for your concern, but I will never subject myself to that shit again. As much as I wanted to find the nearest dealer, I couldn’t bring myself to do it,” I admit with a trace of weakness in my voice. The fact he recognizes my weaknesses is both shocking and soothing at the same time. It’s as if he knows me better than I know myself anymore.

“You could have told me Siren, from the very beginning, but you chose to run and hide this from me. Do you know how it makes me feel knowing that you’ve been dealing with this alone when I could have been here helping you? I feel like fucking shit.”

“Like you would have came here with me,” I scoff. “This isn’t your problem. It’s mine.”

The truth is that even as angry as I am with him, he’s right. His presence, although aggravating, is calming to me. He makes me crazy, but it’s moments like these where he opens up and shows me only what I get to see, his heart.

“That’s where you are wrong, Siren. If it involves you, it has everything to do with me. Why do you think I came all this way? I came here for you.”

Ratchet moves closer, and takes the beer bottle out of my hand, tossing it on the couch. My heart is beating way to loud, when he stops directly in front of me.

“Have you missed me, Siren? Missed the things that I can do to your body?” Ratchet teases. His hands trace the edge of the towel wrapped around me, before slipping it away from my body. His gaze slips down my nearly naked form, taking all my curves in. Unease settles around me, and I suddenly can relate to being a slide on a microscope.

Ratchet steps forward and grabs me by the waist, pulling me toward him.

“Eeep,” I squeak.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he recalls, pulling my flesh flush against his. The bulge at the fly of his jeans tells me one thing, he still wants me. Part of me wants to resist his seduction, but I can’t. I want him. I want to feel human again, and only he can give me that.

“Yes,” I moan, when his hand moves between us and slips inside my panties. His fingers circle my sensitive flesh, before slipping inside just grazing my clit. He strokes me slowly, knowing how crazy that makes me.

“Your body remembers me,” he declares, pressing harder against my clit. “So wet for me, Siren.”

My head falls back as a small ripple of arousal vibrates around his touch. Though his hands are rough, his touch is gentle. Ratchet continues to fucking tease me by circling my clit. My hand trails down my body, grasping his in an attempt to quicken the pace.

He breaks the contact from my clit as he removes my hand.

“Six months,” he growls at me. “You have six months to make up for, and I will not have you rushing this, Ricca. I want to watch you come undone on my fingers, my mouth, and finally my cock. This is my time, and you will follow my rules. Do you understand me?”

My body screams to comply, knowing that as soon as I do, his touch will return. He watches me squirm, and likely enjoys every second of it. I reach out for his hand, but he steps away.

“Fine,” I huff. “Just fuck me, Ratchet.”

“Rush me one more time, and I will fuck you until this bed breaks.”

My eyebrow arches in response.

“That’s not a punishment. That’s an incentive.”

Ratchet growls at my offer and swiftly moves forward, grasping me by my hips. His mouth crashes onto mine, and his tongue forces my lips to part. I raise my arms and wrap them around his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer. His fingers dig deeply into my hips, and even though I know they’ll be bruises there tomorrow, I just don’t fucking care. I moan into his mouth before, he suddenly breaks contact.

“Do you want this? Me, I mean,” he asks, searching my eyes for a sign of hesitation.

“Yes,” I respond. My voice urgent with need.

Ratchet smirks, before beginning the kiss again. His hands lift from my hips and slide upward to my bra. He unclasps it and pulls it away from my flesh, exposing my nipples. He pulls away from the kiss, leaning forward and taking one into his mouth. Each second he sucks and nips at my peddled bud, my legs grow weaker. He looks up as he places a light bite on my nipple, watching my reaction. The initial pain stuns me, but is quickly replaced with another feeling, arousal.

I moan louder when his free hand pinches my other nipple, doubling the pain and pleasure sensations. He breaks contact again, and I want to scream out in protest. Ratchet suddenly lifts me and carries me to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and the springs creak as I land hard, but he only smiles as he takes in the scene in front of him. I am almost completely exposed and vulnerable, as soon as I gave him the confirmation he needed to move forward.

“Take off your panties,” he commands as he unbuckles his belt from his jeans.

My hands reach down to my thighs slowly slipping the thin pink fabric from my body. I try to tease him in return, but he rips them the rest of the way down, tossing them across the room.

“No more panties, while I am here,” Ratchet teases me. “I don’t want a single boundary between us.”

I try to respond, but the movement of his hands distract me.

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