Page 114 of A Hurt So Good

“Good. Good for you, War. Glad one of us is getting out of here,” he says.

“You know I got you, right? Whatever you need,” I tell him.

“The story you told me was enough, man. If that motherfucker could ruin a little girl like that once, who’s to say he wouldn’t do it again?” It’s funny hearing that come from Mark, considering he killed a man over money. I get it, though. He was homeless at the time, and what he had wasn’t much.

I knew Mark from childhood. We grew up together. He took a different route in life, and we lost contact over the years, but I found him in here again.

“She’s safe now. That’s all that matters to me,” I tell him.

“You’re right. That’s all that matters. Glad I was able to help,” he says, offering me his hand. I reach out and take it in mine as he shakes it briefly. “Go on, get your ass out of here, War.” He stepsback and turns, walking away. That may very well be the last time I see Mark. He’s not leaving this place unless it’s in a body bag.

It seems to take forever when the guard comes for me. They pass me my old clothes and tell me to change and I do it quick as hell. I sign all the paperwork that needs to be signed and gather my shit before they let me out.

When I step outside those gates, I feel free. I feel good. I take a deep breath and wait for the cab they called. Once it arrives, I rattle off dad’s address, and we head that way.

It doesn’t take long to get there, and I wonder what everyone is going to say once they see I’m back.

When we pull up, I climb out of the car and walk up the steps. I open the door slowly and that’s when I see her. My little bird stands there with her head down, looking at something in her hands.

I walk quietly toward her, stopping right behind her. With quickness, I wrap my arm around her waist and one around her mouth so she can’t scream. Then I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “You better run, little bird, because if I catch you, I’m going to make it hurt.” Her body tenses, knowing I’ll do it. When I let go of her, she seems torn. Does she spin around and face me, or does she run? I chose for her.

“Run!” I bark loudly. Arya doesn’t waste any time darting for the steps. I give her a little head start before I begin to chase her. She’s up the steps and about to slam her bedroom door when I shove it open. She stumbles back and then races for the balcony. She’s looking over the edge, trying to find somewhere to go, butshe’s stuck. Like a fucking predator after it’s prey, I stalk toward her.

She can hear me coming. She turns around, her eyes wild as she looks at me.

“How are you here?” she asks me. I smirk darkly.

“Take those clothes off, little bird.”

“No. How are you here, War?”

“Did you just tell me no?” I ask her, cocking my head to the side. Her eyes widen as I inch my way closer to her.

She opens her mouth, but words don’t form. I stop a few steps away from her and nod toward her clothes. She doesn’t make a move to take them off, so I keep coming until there’s nothing between us but our breaths. I reach up and rip her shirt in half, exposing her breasts. Her chest heaves, rising and falling. Her lips are parted as she looks at me.

“Have you missed me, little bird?” I ask her, but my tone is still dark. I watch her, waiting for an answer, and when I don’t get one, I lean down and yank her shorts off her body.

“I … I’m on my period,” she says, causing me to laugh.

“I haven’t been inside of you in months, and you think a little blood is going to stop me now?” I shove her legs apart roughly before grabbing the string for the tampon and pulling it out of her. I toss it to the side, spin her around, and bend her over the rail. I know it’s uncomfortable, and I know it’s going to leave a mark. My fucking mark.

I pull my jeans down and quickly slam into her pussy. She cries out for me just like I imagined she would. I dig my fingers intoher hips, leaving bruises, I’m sure, as I fuck her over the balcony with force.

“You missed this cock haven’t you, little bird?” I ask her. When she doesn’t answer, I grab her hair and pull, forcing her head back at an awkward angle. “You better answer me,” I growl loudly. She still doesn’t say anything, so I release her hair and slap her ass hard.

“War!” She screams my name as her pussy tightens around me.

“Answer me, little bird. You know I’ll make it hurt,” I warn her. When she still doesn’t answer, I reach for her neck, slipping my hand around it, and squeeze. She gasps but still doesn’t answer, so I keep fucking her roughly until she does.

“Yes! I missed your cock!” She screams. I release her throat and pound into her when I hear the door open. I glance over my shoulder to see Harlon. He looks at me funny but then closes the door and leaves.

I can feel my little bird so close to coming, and I want her to have that. I want her to come. I want her pussy to milk my cock because it has been far too long since I’ve had her. So I move faster, plunge in deeper. Her cries are like music to my ears. It’s exactly what I needed to hear, and when she comes, she screams my name just like I dreamt of the last three fucking months.

Chapter 44

Harlon

We sit around the fire pit out back, talking and drinking and having a good time. It’s nice to have War back. He was the missing piece of the puzzle while he was gone. He was the reason we all felt so off, but now he’s back, and it’s like he was never gone.

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