Page 38 of Bitter Desire
This building, the city, it seemed was under his thumb. There was a reason other than familiarity that he and Taylor relaxed the second we hit the city limits. I knew that. Didn’t have to ask him a million questions about the why’s and how’s to simply know it.
Law walked into the elevator and when the doors slid closed, I looked up at him to see that he was watching me. “What?” I asked, reaching up to cup his face.
“I’m going to keep you safe, Honey. You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded. I did know that. I knew it with everything in me. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter Sixteen
LAW
Fucking Honey was like coming home. Her body was soft, sweet, the pussy around my cock like fucking heaven. If I lived to be a hundred there would be nothing finer than fucking my girl until she screamed and cried, body under mine, pussy around my dick.
She was heaven. My beautiful girl.
“Law!”
“That’s it, princess. Come on my dick.”
Honey’s hips bucked and spasmed, her body trembling beneath me, her pussy squeezing me as she came hard and fast. “Law,” she sobbed, fingernails digging into my back when I kept fucking her. I moved, weight shifting to my forearm, my other hand moving between us, stroking and circling her clit faster. I wanted her to feel this, to remember that it was me that controlled her body, her orgasms. That I was going to take care of everything, just like I was taking care of her now.
“Fuck yes, Honey.” It was getting harder to keep going, but I didn’t want to come. Not yet. I wanted to stretch this out for as long as possible. I moved, shifting back onto my knees, bringing her up into my lap, one hand braced beside her while the other pinned her ass against my thighs and continued to ride her.
“Law, yes,yes.” She was thrashing below me, her body bowing off the bed, hips meeting my thrusts as best she could, but it wouldn’t last. I knew the signs that told me my Honey had had enough and I was about to drive her right over the line. “Law!” she screamed, eyes closing as a shudder racked her body.
There it was. The line.
“Honey!” I grunted her name, the sound of it getting caught in my throat and I closed my eyes, making sure I didn’t fall forward even though I felt like every bone in my body had turned to fucking jelly. There was no keeping my shit together when I lost myself in Honey like this. Her body had the ability to make me forget up from down, spun me around and dropped me on my ass, leaving me dazed and fucking out of it. I let go of her hip, her skin was red from where I’d grabbed her and I wondered if she’d have bruises on her skin tomorrow.
I reached down, rubbing a finger absentmindedly over her skin while I focused on catching my breath. God, I hoped she had bruises tomorrow. I wanted my touch marking her, reminding her that she belonged to me even when she wasn’t with me. Honey reached for me, a hand landing on top of the fingers that were stroking her hip and she smiled.
“That was amazing,” she whispered. I leaned down and kissed her, the curve of Honey’s plump lips against mine told me was smiling and when I pulled away, she giggled. “Really, fucking amazing.”
“It’s always that way when it's with you,” I told her.
Honey sucked in a breath and she reached for me. “Law.” I let her pull me down to her chest, her arms going tight around me as she hugged me tighter. I closed my eyes, letting Honey’s hands smooth over my hair, her fingertips light against my skin, her stroke featherlight as she touched me. “I love you so much,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me while I pressed her body down into the bed with my weight. I’d told her that I loved her. I meant it, even if it sucked that the declaration had come out of my mouth because a sonofabitch had forced it from me. I couldn’t think about something happening to Honey, that I might lose her, that she might get hurt—all of it possible, and her not knowing what she meant to me.
I couldn’t have that. So I said it.
“I love you too.”
I would say it a thousand times more if I could, and I would. Because if life had taught me shit it was that you didn’t know much longer you had left. None of us did.
“I love you, Honey.”
* * *
My phone was buzzingwhen I walked into the kitchen. It was just after dawn. Honey and I had fallen asleep not that long after we’d had sex, her body curled close to mine. The only way I had a prayer of sleeping was keeping her close, and I had held her tight while we slept. I’d just woken up like normal, and had slipped out of bed, doing my best not to wake Honey. She needed her rest. I didn’t give a shit what she said about not needing much sleep, or the fact that she didn't get the eight hours I wanted her to get, she was going to rest when she was with me. There was a part of me that was glad the anonymous fucker had given me a valid excuse for giving her cash. I didn’t like that she worked so hard, or that she had to eat shit from entitled pricks to pay her rent.
But I knew my girl was proud and she wouldn’t ask me for a dollar, not even if she was going to get evicted. That wasn’t Honey’s style though. She worked hard, saved what she could, and paid her shit on time. She didn’t want me for my money, she wanted me for me, although...if she had wanted me for my money I wouldn’t have given a shit. Not if it meant I could have her.
She was worth more than every dollar I had in my accounts. She was the most important thing to me. Money was easily made, it came just as fast as it went, but a woman like Honey?
She was a once-in-a-lifetime sort of woman. She was the perfect fit to me. The only woman that asked me about my past full well knowing it wasn’t good. She had taken all of me, knew my secrets, the dark things I’d done to get where I was now, and she hadn’t even batted an eyelash when I’d answered her questions. It was a good thing too seeing as I couldn’t lie to her. She’d wanted to know and so that meant I was going to tell her, even if it was censored truth.
