Page 93 of The Catalyst

He grips my jaw in his hand, pulling me face to face with him before hissing, “Keep going or I’ll stop and trust me when I say this, little rabbit. I need you to ride my cock, my face…any way I can fucking get you. Tell me and I’ll spend all night fucking your tight little cunt. I’ll make you come so good you won’t be able to move tomorrow. I’ll make them regret ever hurting or upsetting you. I’ll be your revenge, your sanctuary, your fuckingredemption. First, I need to know everything. Every lie, every hurt, and every betrayal. Tell me.” His commanding monologue makes me want him even more because fuck lying about not wanting everything he just vowed.

“He told his friends I was easy, then told Nigel about me and you. He betrayed my trust. He said he wouldn’t tell Nigel what he heard us talking about that day. He said he liked having me around too much to jeopardize that, but he did it anyway. Then, I left and went to your house. End of story.”

He reaches up my body and circles his thumb around my nipple, keeping me on edge even as I talk about the deception.

“Was it just sex with him?” he asks.

“No,” I admit. “Not for me at least.”

“Good girl,” he groans as he moves down my body and presses his mouth against my cunt. I throw my head back and moan loud as his tongue teases me, dragging down to my slit. I dig my fingers through his hair as he presses his fingers back inside me and focuses his tongue on my clit.

Holy shit. I thought Nigel and Oliver had skills, but this is fucking perfection.

Maybe it’s just that he got me so wound up by fingering me and brought me to the precipice before stopping.

My orgasm hits like a tsunami and a banshee-esque scream comes flying out as I arch into his mouth, feeling the growl he lets out vibrating through my clit.

This man truly knows what the fuck he is doing.

Martin stands up and pulls my body to his, feeling like he just took all the energy out of me, and I cling to him before giving him a kiss. His fingers knot in my hair as he returns the passion, waking me from the slumber his tongue-fucking would surely have put me in.

I moan as he works at his pants and not even a minute later, I feel his cock pressing into me, so deep it stings in the best way. It doesn’t hurt and isn’t enough to make me bleed, but god, he is big.

I cry out as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, running his kisses up and down my throat.

“Fuck me, Martin. I need you.”

He pulls my body tight to his as he picks up his pace, his cock digging deeper with every unyielding thrust to my desperate cunt. In a flash, he drags my face back to his and steals another kiss. I cling tight to him and let him have his fill of me, do whatever he wants to me.

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I pressmy face against his bare chest as we lay in my new bed, the sheet clinging around our waists. It sticks to our sweaty skin, but I don’t have the energy to even entertain the idea of another shower.

Instead, we just lay down, his fingers trailing up and down my back.

He lived up to his promise. He fucked me all over the place from the kitchen counter to the couch in the living room to this bed. The passion he gave me was something I could only dream about before.

Why the hell did I have to forget the first time I had sex with him?

I trace my fingers over the yellowing remnants of bruises on his chest. Even with the lighting in my room, he can’t disguise them from me. I’m so used to seeing that color across my face. They’re old, maybe a few days or a week depending on how bad the beating was.

“Was it your father that did this?” I ask as I trace the edges of the darkest of the faded bruises.

His eyes fall down on his chest before he lays his free hand on top of mine, stopping me.

“What makes you think that?” he mutters before looking at me, the teasing facade completely gone from his expression. I’m looking at the real Martin Gray, not the show he lets everyone else see to keep them from realizing the horrors he faces behind closed doors.

“I told you my mom used to hit me, but what I didn’t say was how bad it got.” His eyes narrow as he turns to face me. Martin’s fingers caress my cheek and he gives me his full attention. “I’m pretty sure she was going to kill me the last time she did. She broke down my bedroom door to come after me. I had to escape out the window. I was certain if I didn’t leave then, I wouldn’t have walked out of that house alive.”

His eyes narrow slightly as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Why are you telling me about that?” he asks, his voice strained.

“Because I saw the look in your eyes when you saw me standing next to him. I’ve seen it in the mirror looking back at me many times.” I lean into his touch and his eyes soften. “You were scared he was going to hurt me.” It’s not a question. I have no doubt about it. His hands were shaking so hard afterward and he was so freaked out. I just wanted to hold him and help him calm down.

“I don’t know about your mom, but my father is not a good person,” Martin responds, his jaw set tight, as he pushes the hair out of my face. “It’s impossible to know what will set him off.”

This is a good first step. He’s opening up to what he’s been dealing with. It’s a first for both of us. I know exactly how difficult it is. It’s hard to let anyone see the dark shit one deals with, but it being him makes it easier. He shares my torment, even though his is clearly worse than mine.

My mom isn’t a bad person. She just has a lot of demons. There are good people in the world who do a lot of bad things and vice versa. His father doesn’t have that excuse. There’s something fundamentally wrong with that man. I sensed it the second I saw him.

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