Page 13 of Risky Fight

The truth is, I want her to be mine in every sense of the word, not through force or coercion, but through a genuine connection and mutual desire. I want her to choose me, to want me as much as I want her. But it’s a fragile line to walk, and I fear I may have already crossed it.

No.

I definitely crossed it when I kidnapped her.

I gently stroke Lou’s hair, feeling my dick stir and the softness of her body against me is almost too tempting. Keeping my hands to myself isn’t an option, and I slowly start to explore the curves of her body where it is resting on mine. Her velvet smooth skin is warm. I cup the curve of her ass and trail my hand down her thigh.

Lou stirs and cuddles further into me, bending one leg so it’s draped over mine. The wetness between her legs touches my bare skin, biting back a moan I keep going. Slipping my fingers under the hem of my shirt over her perfect flat stomach. She sighs, and moves slightly so I stop, but when her eyes stay closed, I run my hand over the softness of her breasts. The way her nipples harden at the friction of my touch, she is turned on even in her sleep.

I pinch one between my fingers, her body arches and she grinds herself against my leg. God, she’s so perfect. Her eyes flutter open and she’s in that blissful half-awake half-asleep state, and before the bubble is burst, I kiss her.

Softly, teasing her tongue with mine making her want more. I slip a hand between her legs. Her pussy is wet, and she moans softly into my mouth when I rub her clit. Her hips lift as she moves against my hand taking what she needs from me. It’s like we can’t stop, there is a desperate need to make up for five years of lost time.

Lou grabs my cock through my boxers. “Fuck,” I moan. It’s so good. I can feel her smile against my kiss. She strokes up and down. This is a dangerous game, because I doubt I will able, or willing, to stop now that I have started. “Lou, I want you,” I growl, pulling her hand off my cock before I come all over the place like a teenager with no restraint. If she were to stop me now, to say no, I wouldn’t be able to respect that, so when she doesn’t, I am relieved.

Rolling over I pin her beneath me, she looks up at me with lust in her eyes, her legs wrapped around my waist. She tries to pull me into her, she wants to be in control. Silly Lou. That isn’t how we do this.

“Roark.” Her voice shakes as she begs me for more. “Please, dammit.”

“So impatient,” I say, enjoying dragging this out. “I say when, Lou.” I lean back on my knees looking down at her, so she can’t touch me. When she bucks her hips up, I pull back more. Not giving in to what she wants. Her cheeky smile and flushed cheeks only make me want to fuck her more. “You are such a cock tease,” I say looking down at her in nothing but my white shirt. I yank it up and grab a handful of her breast. “Is this what to want, for me to touch you?” I pinch her nipple between my fingers, “to play rough with your soft little body?” Pushing her legs apart, I hold then, so I can see just how wet she is for me.

I am toying with her clit, watching her as she tries to move herself to fuck my fingers. “You’re so needy, Lou, does that feel good? Or should I stop?” I do stop, and she gasps out loud,

“Don’t stop, please.” Her plea is sexy as fuck. I pull my boxers down, kicking them off. I free my hard cock, watching her lick her plump lips when she sees it. Without warning I grip her hips and flip her over so she is face down on the bed. Leaning over her, I slide my cock up and down the wetness of her pussy, teasing her clit with each stroke. She whines and moans into the pillow. Her ass lifts off the bed, pushing back against me, desperate for more.

The next time she moans my name, I can’t stop. I force my cock into her tight, needy, little pussy with full force. “Fuck.” I grunt out at the pure pleasure I feel filling and stretching her. She takes all of me, and I thrust, and grunt as I lose control, fucking her with a force that has been building all these years.

The wet sounds as I fuck her without abandon fill the room, she whimpers and tries to move away from me. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her backwards, arching her back, making it impossible for her to escape my cock. This isn’t about her — it is about her knowing now she is here, she’s mine. “Roark.” The pillow muffles my name as she screams, and it sends me off the edge. I fuck her even harder, until I come inside her, filling her up, claiming her. Making her mine again.

When I pull out of her and she rolls over, Lou slaps me across the face, catching me off guard. The sting of where her palm hit my cheek lingers, anger wells up inside me. How fucking dare she.

“I hate you, you had no fucking right.”

“You didn’t exactly say no, Lou, you didn’t stop me. In fact, you were begging me not to stop. So fuck off.” She blows hot and cold, I have no idea where I stand.

“You left, you broke me into a million pieces. You do not get to just have me back.” She doesn’t know I had no choice, she thinks I chose to leave her here and that isn’t fair. It wasn’t easy to just let her go, it sucked fucking balls.

My heart pounds in my chest as I confront the pain I’ve caused her, and I know this conversation won’t be easy.

“I know I hurt you, Lou,” I admit, my voice raw with regret. “Leaving you behind was a mistake, and I wish I could go back and change things. But there are things you don’t know, things I’ve been carrying all this time.” I wanted to have her with me, but I was given an impossible choice. I believe she would have chosen the same way if she were in my shoes.

Lou’s expression softens a bit, curiosity mixed with skepticism. “What do you mean? What could possibly justify disappearing like that? No note, no goodbye, fucking nothing.” She’s mad as hell, bringing up the past has opened a wound we both haven’t allowed to heal.

“I wanted you with me, Lou, we dreamed the same dream. But Raymond and the promoter gave me a choice, the job or you. I couldn’t have both. Being with you made it harder to sell me to fans.” I had to choose and I chose me, not her. Lou looks at me with fire and venom in her eyes.

“You could have told me that, I would have understood. Instead, you ran off and just left me without answers to all my questions. I felt stupid for loving you.” Lou recoils, moving even further away from me. Covering herself with the bedsheet, she is vulnerable in her anger and I can see the agony in her eyes.

I have carried guilt over leaving her with me for five long years, but seeing her looking at me with the heartbreak still fresh in her eyes makes it real. I did that to the one person who loved me unconditionally.

I want to apologize, to justify my choices, but nothing I say will fix my choices which had real consequences for her. Lou never got away from that life, she didn’t find the dreams and hopes we had together. She stayed, stuck in the hole of existence here. There are a million things I want to say to her. A thousand sorry’s, and a plea’s for forgiveness.

Before I can respond or say a word, Nolan steps into the room, his eyes wide with curiosity. I scramble to pull on my shorts, realizing I am naked in front of him. He looks from me to Lou, and back to me, waiting for me to say something — anything.

I’m blindsided, realizing Lou has no idea about him. No one knows about him yet, only my family and my lawyer.

He’s the son I’ve not known for all these years, hidden from the world, and now it’s on me to raise him right. Keep him safe from the world for as long as I can. We’re still getting to know each other, and he trusts me.

“Roark, who’s that?” he asks innocently, looking up at me with a mixture of confusion and wonder. His face wrinkles with a deep frown, and Lou pulls the sheet up higher. My heart sinks, and I find myself at a loss for words. This unexpected interruption has just changed everything in an instant.

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