Page 46 of The Good Girl

He slides his hand between my legs and strokes my clit, the pleasure overwhelming. As my back bows and legs shake, the first real tendril of fear wraps around me—not because I think he’d hurt me, but because I’m not sure I’ll survive him.

He comes with a roar, triggering my orgasm just as lighting illuminates the night sky. His talented fingers keep working, pushing me until I’m barely holding on and begging for mercy. Only then does he stop.

He picks me up and carries me back inside and straight up to bed. I protest when he lays my soaking wet body down on the bed, but he ignores me. He climbs on the bed with me, yanking the thick comforter over us both. He moves me so I’m laying on top of him, before he nudges his cock back inside me.

“Havoc.”

“Tomorrow. I need sleep.”

“I need to clean?—”

“You sleep with my cock and my cum inside you,” he grunts.

Even though I know it’s a bad idea, I’m too tired and cold to argue and Havoc is just warm. In the end I give in but the sleep I so desperately need is fleeting. Every time I drift off, I wake up to him fucking me and filling me up again. By the time morning rolls around, I feel sore and swollen.

And still, he fucks me.

“I can’t, Havoc, please,” I beg, tears falling as he leans over me.

“One more. Just give me one more, Cupcake.”

I start to shake, crying out as I come again, sobbing.

“There’s my good fucking girl.” He kisses me softly as he comes once more.

Too weak to move, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom, sitting me on the toilet before running me a bath. I don’t even have the strength to be embarrassed as I pee. He adds some kind of salt and bubble bath, then disappears, returning with a couple of towels and a glass of water. He places the towels on the counter and hands me the water, which I drink down with shaky hands.

I watch him warily as he grabs some toilet paper and forces my legs apart. I choke on my water and protest, but he ignores me and wipes me before flushing. My face flames with embarrassment as I look away, tears threatening to fall.

Still, without a word, he takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the counter before lifting me into the tub. I bring my knees to my chest and focus on the bubbles. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him grab a cloth and some body wash. When he moves toward me, I suck in a sharp breath.

He hesitates for a second, slipping his finger under my chin and tipping my head back. “Last night was intense. Let me look after you.”

I swallow, but I don’t say no, afraid my voice might crack. I sit silently as he gently washes me, even taking the time to shampoo my hair before helping me rinse it.

When he’s done, he rests his forearms on the edge of the tub and looks at me. “You tried to run. You tried to leave me,” he says softly.

“You kidnapped me, Havoc. Now I want to go home. You told me you’d take me home.”

“I can’t go back to prison, Nevaeh,” he tells me gently, but the weight of his words lands like a punch to the stomach.

“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper.

He looks at me like I’m insane. “I don’t fuck dead bodies, and I’m not about to stop fucking you anytime soon. So no, I’m not going to kill you. But I need to know you’ll keep your mouth shut about all this when I take you back, and you need to know I won’t hurt you. I might spank you if you put yourself in danger, though, but that’s only because I need you to think twice before making reckless decisions.”

“Like getting on the back of your bike and allowing myself to be kidnapped?” I huff, feeling slightly less terrified now that I know he isn’t going to kill me. When he doesn’t answer, I back down. “So what happens now?”

He swirls his fingers around in the water before he answers,

“The storm is still raging outside and is set to last for the best part of a week. It’s not safe to be out there. You’ll stay here with me, and we’ll get to know each other.”

“For a week?”

“For two.”

“Two weeks? I can’t stay here for two weeks. Amity will worry.”

“I’ll talk to Amity. There will be times when I have no choice but to go back to the clubhouse, but it’s safer if I don’t have to maneuver both of us on these slick roads.”

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