Page 57 of Take A Chance

I forced my body away from his and slid his head into my entrance. As I lowered down around him, he groaned, and I hissed in pleasure. He filled me, hot and thick, and his cock touched my back wall.

"Oh, God," I whispered breathlessly, my heart thudding in my chest. His eyes were hooded with lust, and as he looked at me, he began thrusting. The friction was glorious, burning and stretching me. It felt like he would tear me open.

"Oh..." I cried out.

"Mmm," Blake groaned, rolling his hips against me. He pinched my nipples with his fingertips before rolling them gently between his thumb and forefinger. My already sensitive body tensed up as my insides began to tighten. I moved my hips in small circles and began to ride him, urged on by his pleas for me to go faster and harder.

"Yes, baby." Blake nodded, holding on to my butt as I increased speed.

When I felt like I was close to my climax, my eyes rolled back in my head and my body shook. Blake held me steady and pushed up into me, his shoulders tensing up as he thrust even harder into me. His jaw clenched as my body took him in completely.

"Ah... oh, God, Blake... I need you," I moaned. I slid up and down repeatedly, gripping him with every movement as Blake moaned and bit his lip watching me. I grabbed onto his shoulders as I began grinding on him faster and faster, gripping the sheets beneath us so hard my knuckles turned white.

"You feel so good," he groaned, and I felt him twitch inside me. His face was flushed, his eyes heavy-lidded. His lips were parted and he was panting, his muscles rippling with hunger.

"Oh, Blake. I'm coming," I cried out.

My insides were throbbing, tightening around him, desperate to hold on to him, and just as my pussy clenched around him, Blake came. He groaned and shut his eyes, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he filled me with his seed while I came on top of him.

My body continued to spasm with pleasure as Blake spent himself inside me.

The second our orgasms had passed, Blake pulled out of me, gasping and stretching.

"Mmm," I moaned, feeling him slide out of me. My body was covered in sweat and I was exhausted, but I felt a sort of peace that I had not felt in years. I rolled onto my side, watching Blake as he cleaned himself off and put his boxers back on. He climbed back in bed, and I lay on my side, my head resting on Blake’s arm. He kissed my forehead and took my hand into his own. I opened my eyes and smiled at him, drawing soft little circles around his nipple with my finger.

He was everything I wanted, though his confession of what he used to do had frightened me. I lay there watching him toy with the ring on my finger, wondering if he was as dangerous as my father or if he would hurt me the way my family had.

“Blake...”

“Mmm?” he moaned, kissing the ring. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Blake...” I said again, nervous.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, yawning.

“You love me, right?”

His lips pressed against my forehead, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against his chest. “I do, and I’m not letting anyone or anything hurt you again.” The words were comforting, reassuring me that everything he did, he did for me because he loved me. I had never experienced that before. What my father did, he did for money or power, never for love.

I pulled the covers up around us as Blake’s soft snores lulled me into a sleepy state. I was still exhausted despite my nap, but now I felt more at ease than ever. Blake would never reject me, not after having lived this life himself, even if only for a short time. It also encouraged me that Greta could come clean, be herself, stop living in fear.

We just had to cooperate with the authorities and bide our time. And pray it all worked out.

32

Blake

Emma clung to me the entire way into the station, and seated across from the FBI agents, she still didn’t seem relaxed at all. Being in the city with no protection must have terrified her, and the cold interrogation room—gray walls, metal table, single swinging light—was a bit overkill, in my opinion. They could have at least taken us to an office and not treated us like we were the criminals.

I sipped the cup of water given to me earlier this afternoon and kept one hand on Emma’s back as she gave her detailed statement. She had filled three pages of paper front and back, her writing messier than normal due to her nerves. And when she signed it and slid it across the table to SSA Grim, he nodded appreciatively, his eyes scanning over every line of the text as if she hadn’t already given a full account verbally.

“Ms. Clarke, I still want to ask you a few questions if that’s okay.” He was calm, much nicer than SSA Morgan in my apartment yesterday.

“Sure,” she said, scooting closer to me.

“I have all the accounts of what happened prior to eighteen months ago when you assumed your current alias. I’d like to know what happened a little over a week ago when you left Mr. Emmerson’s home and vanished. Can you give me details on that?”

Emma bit her lip and glanced at me. I nodded, reassuring her, and put my arm around her waist for comfort. “Okay, well, I was taking a walk. The security guard wanted to send someone with me, but I’m glad he didn’t. If I’d had a guard with me, chances are they’d be dead. My father had his men pick me up. They smashed my phone and left it in the gutter. They blindfolded me and shoved me into a car. While in the car, they tied my hands.” She looked down. I could tell this was difficult for her.

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