Page 113 of A Dark Duet

His eyes are full of lust mixed with a deep need I recognize. He wants to fuck me. He wants to fuck me so bad. I can’t let it happen though, because that is all it will ever be, just sex. Sex with Jaden has always been achingly hot. Since the first time he touched me, he made me feel safe. I could safely explore my sexuality with him. Being with Jaden let me explore sex in a way that was new and I wasn’t frightened. He always managed to replace the bad memories of the men that violated me with the memories a woman craves. He would never force me to do something I didn’t want.

The heat between my legs begins to pool and he feels it. I have to stop this because I cannot complicate his life and mine. Jaden can be very determined and is dangerous and very possessive.

He smiles when his eyes are trained on my lips, moving slowly to wear my lace-covered pussy is spread open against his lower stomach. “Please tell me why your pussy is hot and wet, pleading for me to slide my cock inside it?”

He slides me down slightly to where his cock is tenting his sweatpants and my eyes close, loving the feeling when he runs the tip of the head down my slit. His chest rises and falls rapidly when he rubs his cock on my clit. He lays me on the bed, and I realize he wants my permission to slide inside me. My eyes widen and my hands grip his muscular shoulders.

“I want you,” he whispers.

“I know you do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I frown. “Nothing.”

He slides his hands over my arms in a caress but I flinch when he reaches the sore spot that caused a bruise when Crew grabbed me.

His face looks at my face and then at the spot his hand touched. When he lifts his hand and looks at the angry bruise forming on my arm, the anger and rage taking over his features are unmistakable.

“Brie?”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Does it hurt?”

“Only when you touch it.”

I sigh and look up into his handsome face full of anger. “Jaden, please don’t do anything that will get you in trouble because of me. It’s bad enough I have to watch you fight.”

“You’ve watched me fight?” he asks, shocked that I would still watch his fights after he hurt me and threw me out of his life.

I nod, confessing that I have watched him fight and each blow he took was like air leaving my lungs, struggling to breathe. I wanted to walk into the cage with him and claw his opponent for every blow he inflicted on Jaden. But of course, Jaden won all his fights.

“I watched your first three fights, and I couldn’t stomach watching anymore.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“Because every punch landed, every blow to your body was like a struggle to breathe, knowing it was hurting you. Giselle would tell me the horror stories about Nate after he would fight. She told me that even if Nate won, at night the pain would come. The blood dripping out of his mouth. The swollen cuts and the pain to take a shower. The struggle to eat with all the cuts and bruises causing a sting every time an attempt to swallow was made. I could imagine the pain and the worst part; I wasn’t there to help you. I wasn’t there to take care of you, and it hurt, what hurts the most is that you didn’t want me.”

A lonely tear escapes down my cheek and I try to not let myself cry in front of him because what is the point? He doesn’t love me, and it hurts so fucking much.

He leans down and kisses the wet track of the tear on my cheek and then my neck. “I’m sorry, baby. I hate that I make you cry but I can promise you that I won’t get hurt. I know what I’m doing and no matter what, I will always protect you. My promise to you will always stand. You are safe with me, and I will do anything for you.” He rasps against my neck.

He gathers me in his arms and pulls the black comforter over both of our bodies. Before sleep claims me from the heat of his embrace, the last thing I remember him whispering in my ear is, “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Briana

It is Friday night, Giselle and I sit at our table for our girls’ night out with Zavier. I’m so excited I get to finally hang out with friends. Since going out that night with Ethan, I haven’t been able to sleep. The good thing about it so far is that he hasn’t contacted me since that night and I’m grateful. It was a quick hard fuck mixed with anger and loss. No emotion. Something I have never done, and it felt good to have control.

“So, when are you going to finally get married?” I ask her as the waiter brings us our cocktails.

She smiles. “I think I am going to wait a little while longer. Maybe I’ll set a date when Jaden finishes the last of the three fights he has lined up. His shoulder has been killing him.”

My brow furrows in concern for Jaden. Zavier glances at me, but spots one of his buddies from his camp. “Go ahead, it’s cool. Giselle is my ride tonight.”

I’d haggled Giselle to pick me up to hang out and I told her we would meet Zavier. He is one of the fighters on Jaden’s fight card, but he has secretly told me he isn’t going to fight. The meeting with the head doctors advised him that it was too soon for him to fight an opponent like Jaden. I was so relieved Zavier agreed, and it gave me the added bonus of not feeling like I was betraying Nate and Jaden by being friends with Zavier.

Jaden also has issues with his shoulder and the last thing he needs is a shoulder injury to hinder him from fighting. His title is on the line and so is everything he has worked for. His dream was to always become a pro-MMA fighter. The man has a massive build and is highly skilled in martial arts. Jaden is also exceptionally smart. He has made his fortune in cryptocurrency and other business dealings.