And all over again, I’m left panting with need, for him—for whatever we are.
Chapter Seven
Hero
Her body is so responsive to me and my touch, I nearly come unglued when she grinds her backside against my hardened cock. I have to clench my jaw and pray for the will to keep touching her without giving into my own carnal needs.
“Hero.” My name falls from her lips breathlessly.
I know what she needs, wants. The question is, can I give it to her?
She’s so pure, so sweet—she’s everything a bad man like me should never touch or have, but I’m selfish, this I know, and so I’ll have her. I’ll keep taking until she doesn’t want me anymore.
Taking my hand, she eases it back down between her legs. My thumb circles her clit, and two fingers press against her virgin entrance. I doubt she’ll be able to handle anything more than one finger, so I slip just the tip of it inside and nearly growl with need as her walls clench around the thick digit.
“This okay?” I grit out, wanting her to feel nothing but comfortable and safe in my arms. She nods her head and moves forward, lowering herself onto my finger completely. Water sloshes out the sides of the tub, and I couldn’t give a damn. The air sizzles between us. I want to fuck her so bad, it hurts.
My cock is swollen with need, smashed between our two bodies. Every little movement she makes pushes on the fucking muscled beast. He wants her, just as much as I do. Feeling the flutters inside her pussy, I move my finger in and out of her ever so slowly, forcing myself to go slow.
“Oh god…” she whispers, as if she’s sinning by the saying the very words.
It makes me smile knowing how dirty and bad I’m going to make her soon. “You going to come again for me? I want to feel your virgin pussy clench around me,” I murmur into her ear, then bite hard on the soft flesh.
Her body shakes, and her hands grip onto my arms as if she needs them to hold her to this world. “I-I feel it…”
I can’t see her face, but I fucking wish I could. “Your body’s tightening, your pussy is squeezing my finger so tight, my cock is jealous. Come for me, baby. Come all over my hand…” Then, as if she’s following a direct command, her body shakes against mine, her pussy squeezing me tight, making my cock jealous with every single fucking flutter. God, I’m so envious of that finger right now, I don’t even want to look at it.
I want Elyse, and I want her bad. She’s not ready, and I know that, so I won’t push her. Instead of fucking her like I want, I decide to do something else, something just as good.
“I want to see your face. Turn around and sit in my lap.” My cock jumps when she stands on wobbly legs, her face speaking every emotion she’s feeling as she turns around in the tub and comes face to face with me. Kneeling with her knees outside mine, she sits her bare pussy against my thighs, my thick member caught between our bodies.
I reach out for her, my hand cupping her warm cheek, my thumb gliding across her plump pink bottom lip. I can see how flustered she is, how consumed with need she is for me.
Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement, her small hand resting against mine. Looking at her now, I know she’s gotten beneath my skin. She’s inside me, and I’m consumed by her, obsessed with her.
“Do you want me…?” her voice trails off, her eyes dropping to my cock.
Fuck, will I be able to handle that, her hand touching me, jacking me off?
“I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you.” My voice cracks, arousal dripping from every single word. Fuck.
I trail my hand down her chest, feeling it heave with nervous breaths, her heart hammering against her rib cage.
“W-What do you want me to do?” she asks.
I almost smirk. So much, baby, so much... I nearly say it, but instead, I take her hand and guide it to my stiff cock. As soon as her soft hand wraps around my length, I hiss out through my teeth.
Jesus.
“Am I doing this right?” she asks, her eyes alluring as she moves her small hand up and down, up and down. Her grip isn’t hard enough for me, and I worry I might hurt her feelings by telling her that, so I wrap my hand around hers beneath the water and pump, every glorious stroke bringing us closer and closer together.
“Fuck, Elyse…” I tighten my grip around her hand, making her stroke me harder and faster. I need more, I need it rough to come, but I don’t want to push her too far or scare her off. Taking my chances anyway, I growl, “More. I need it harder.”
At my words, a new feeling reflects in her eyes. Lust and the desire to please me are still center stage, but my admission of wanting it rougher has sparked some fear within her.
Even with that fear, she does as I ask and strokes me harder, more ferociously, her hand squeezing me like I wish her pussy could.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure of her touch rips through me.
I stroke faster, feeling the water slosh more and more. My grip tightens on hers as I fist my cock within our hands. With her new roughness, she drives me closer to the edge. Heat rolls through my belly as my muscles tighten, working up to the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life—at least from a hand job.
I blink my eyes open momentarily and gaze up at her. Her expression cannot be described. Excitement. Curiosity. Love? Love…an emotion I hadn’t experienced since my mother. I’ve never loved anyone but her, and the fact that my obsession with Elyse is turning into something more scares me.
I groan, my orgasm hitting me full force as her sweet lips press against mine. Ropes of sticky cum shoot from my cock into the water. Elyse pulls back with a gasp, realizing I finally came, her eyes going wide. “Did I do good?” Her singsong voice fills my ears.
“Fuck yes you did, baby. I came, didn’t I?” I pull my hand away ever so slowly and moan in pleasure as she keeps her hand against me, touching the barbell at the tip of my velvet head.
“I can't wait to be inside you. To claim you.” I pull her into my chest, whispering the words against her lips. “You want that, don't you? For me to be your first? To claim you?” If she says no, I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do. It will kill me.
Thank fuck she nods her head yes, and I don’t miss her beautiful pink hardened nipples rubbing against my chest. “I could fuck you now. Slide deep inside you.”
She doesn't say anything, so I continue. “My obsession with you runs that deep. I want you and need you always. When I’m awake, when I’m asleep, I want you.”
She visibly swallows, moving her hands from my cock and up my body to rest on my shoulders.
Her touch is scorching hot. I want to tell her she owns me, inside and out, but I'm not ready just yet.
“I want you to be my first, Hero.” Her voice wobbles. “B-But I'm not ready yet.” She sounds sorry, as if she has a reason to be.
“I know, baby. That's why I'm not ten inches deep inside you right now. We go at your pace. Always.” I kiss her fiercely, ensuring she knows I mean what I'm saying. When it comes to her, I’ll always do what she needs me to. I’ll be the good man. I’ll protect her, cherish her, and in return, I’ll get to keep her as mine.
“Thank you. Thank you for everything—for being there for me today, for waiting…” She sighs, and it sounds heavenly.
“It’s all for you, Elyse. All for you.”
Chapter Eight
Elyse
I know Hero doesn’t want to go to the party Tasha invited us to, but I’m determined to be a college student and get the full experience. Plus, it seems to mean so much to her that I hang out with her. My last run in at a party hadn’t gone as planned, but I had no fear with Hero being there with me.
“Can I ask what you were doing at the last party?”
“You didn’t figure that out yet?” He smiles and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. “I was there for you, obviously.”
“Oh.” Maybe these things are obvious to a normal girl, but not me. “So, you don't mind coming to the party with me tonight? I need to go
back to my dorm and change clothes before we go.” I curse myself for not bringing some of my stuff with me. I love being taken care of by Hero, but I also like having my own stuff, like my bathroom products and clothes.
“Sure. We can go over there in a little bit, baby.”
I push up onto my tiptoes and give him a peck on the lips. Instead of leaving it at a quick kiss, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his body. I snake my own arms around his neck, intensifying the kiss even further, wanting it to go deeper and further. A phone ringing drags us out of our lust filled haze and a pout forms on my lips because the kiss ends far sooner than I want.
Hero rolls way with a groan, telling me he, too, was hoping it would go for longer. When he pulls out his cell phone, he takes another step back away from me. “I need to get this,” he mumbles.
As soon as he looks at the screen again, his face changes. Something is up.
He curses under his breath before he answers. “What’s up, man? Are you serious? Wait… Okay, just hold on… The warehouse on twenty-fifth? Got it. Just stay put.” He hangs up a second later, slipping the phone into his pocket again. “Sorry, babe. No party tonight. I’ve got to go somewhere and help out a buddy of mine.” His words come out in a rattled rush.
Slipping on his boots, he grabs his keys, and I realize just how big of a hurry he is in to leave. Whatever, or whoever, that was must be important to him.
Feeling disappointed, I decide I’ll go instead. “It’s okay. I can just go with Tasha.”
My words halt his movements. “No, you won’t.” He looks at me as if he’s shocked I would even suggest such a thing. “You will not go to another party without me. No way in fucking hell, Elyse. I cannot protect you if I’m not there.”
Flabbergasted, I’m not sure what I should say.
Had he actually asked me to stay here, I may have agreed, but that’s not what he’s doing. He is trying to order me to stay, and I’ve spent enough of my life letting people order me around. No way am I going to let him do it too.
Squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin, I look him dead in the eyes. “I will go and do whatever I want, with whomever I want.”
“I don’t have time for this,” he grumbles, like I’m inconveniencing him.
I’m angry, sad even, and the look on my face must give my emotions away because a second later, he leans into me.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I can’t let you go by yourself. It’s not happening.” The look in his eyes tells me he’s serious. The next thing I know, he’s lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder caveman-style.
“What are you doing? Let me down!” I demand, pounding my fists on his back. He carries me down the hall with ease, ignoring my punches and demands. Flopping me down on the bed, I bounce twice before I’m able to get enough control over my own body to sit up.
“What are you doing, Hero?” I ask again, this time louder and slightly panicked, even though I know for certain he heard me the first time I asked.
He looks at me with apologetic eyes, and I almost believe him when he says, “I’m sorry.”
Hero doesn’t say another word to me. He just turns around and walks to the bedroom door. He gives me one more look and pulls it shut behind him, leaving me sitting on the bed confused and hurt.
What is going on? I can’t comprehend why I’m in here.
And then I hear it. The lock on the door clicking into place is like taking a knife to the heart.
He locked me in.
“Hero!” I call out to him, rushing from the bed, nearly tripping over the bed sheets. I slap my hands against the wooden door as tears sting my eyes.
“No, Elyse. I’m sorry. I really fucking am, but I can’t risk something happening to you and me not being there. I’d kill someone, even myself, if I let that happen, and I can’t do it. I just can’t. So please, fucking please, just stay in here until I get back.”
The anguish in his voice tells me he’s upset about doing this, but that’s not enough to me.
I blink away the tears in my eyes. This feels like betrayal of the worst kind. When I hear the front door slam off in the distance, I’m frozen in time. I cannot believe he did this to me!
I have to get out of here and kick his ass. Anger burns inside me. Weak and mindless is what my father always called women—me. I clench my fists and walk into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I go to the small window above the toilet and eye it curiously, wondering if I could fit through it.
Then I turn and walk back into the bedroom, searching for something, anything, I could use to get me out of here. I stop in front of the door, eyeing it intently, as if it’s going to give me all the answers I need.
And then it does.
Pushing against the door, I notice one of the hinges is already loose and the other parts are just tightened up with regular screws. A light bulb goes off inside my head. If I could find something flat and small to use as a screwdriver, I could take them off and escape this room.
I search the room like a madwoman, looking through every drawer and on top of every cabinet. After a few minutes of searching, I end up looking through his nightstand. The first thing that catches my eye is a box of condoms.
My stomach drops. The box is open, and it looks like there might be some missing inside.
Bile rises into my throat at the thought of him with someone else.
Even though I knew I won’t be his first, it still hurts to see the evidence at hand. It awakens unpleasant feelings of jealousy in me, and I don't like it. Not even a little bit.
Pushing those feelings down, I go through the rest of the drawer. A bottle of lotion, lighter, a cell phone charger. Ugh, none of those things will get me out of here. I'm close to ripping my hair out when I spot something shiny in the very back of the drawer. I grab the item and examine it.
Bingo!
It's a folded-up pocket knife.
I take the knife and walk back to the door. Flipping it open, I use the sharp edge to move the screw around, turning it slowly until it falls to the floor in front of me. I repeat with the other screws until all the hinges are loose. With each loose screw, I do a fist bump.
Sliding my fingertips into the small spaces on each side, I grab the door and pull it out of the frame.
I’m so proud of myself, I can’t help but smile widely even though no one is here to see it.
Take that, Hero!
My little victory joy is short lived when reality comes crashing back down. He locked me in his room. Not only is that betrayal going to haunt me, I am also left with knowing he just left and didn't tell me why.
What is he hiding from me?
I scrub a hand down my face in frustration. Then I remember the phone call. He said something about a warehouse on twenty-fifth street.
That’s where he must be going, therefore I should go there too, since whatever it is he's doing is something he doesn't want to share with me.
A part of me knows I shouldn't follow him. His warnings about how bad he was didn't go unnoticed. Still, the part of me that cares and wants to be her own person decides to follow him, see for myself what he’s up to. If there is any chance of me and Hero working out after tonight, I need to know the truth about him—the whole truth.
We can’t build a relationship on lies and mistrust. At least, I can’t.
I pull on my shoes and grab my phone from the kitchen table. Running across campus, I call Tasha on my way to the dorm. She answers, and I yell into the phone, “I need you to take me somewhere! Please, can you meet me at your car? It’s super important.”
I'm astonished when she answers the phone, and even more astonished when she agrees. Then again, Tasha being the drama seeker she is would agree without needing any further explanation. “I’ll be right there.”
By the time I get there, Tasha is already waiting by the car, a pessimistic look on her face. “What’s going on?”
“I-I don’t know.” I don't want to tell her everything that happened
since she already hates him enough as it is, but I also need a ride, and Tasha won’t do shit without a reason. So, I give her the best, most boring version. “Hero is meeting with someone, and I need to know who and why. So, if you can, I need you to take me to twenty-fifth street. If not, I’ll call for an Uber or something.” I shake my head. Had he just told me the damn truth, we wouldn't be in this situation.
“Okay, I’ll take you. Sounds like some juicy secret ready to be uncovered.” She smirks as she gets in and starts the car.
I hop in a second later, feeling all kinds of anxious.
What could he be hiding? Is he meeting with another woman? My thoughts run rampant, and the entire ride over feels like it takes an eternity.
God, the stop signs must have multiplied overnight, and the traffic lights suddenly stay red for hours instead of minutes. My patience starts to wear thin when we finally get to the warehouse.
My mind has conjured up every possible outcome of how this can and will go—most of which all end badly.
I don’t know what I’m going to find in there, but considering we are at an abandoned warehouse in a rough neighborhood, I doubt I'll find anything worth finding.
Old warehouses are places where bad things happen, everyone knows that. I mean, no one ever said, ‘hey, remember that fun afternoon tea party we had at the abandoned warehouse last week?’
I wipe my hands down the front of my dress and survey the parking lot. Fifty pounds of lead finds its way into my gut the moment I spot Hero’s car. I didn't realize it until this very moment, but a part of me kept hoping I wouldn't find him here.
“You can just drop me off here, Tasha,” I announce, afraid to even speak.
“Drop you off? Here…?” She shakes her head profusely, her eyes bugging out. “No way! I’m not leaving you here.”
“It’s okay. Look, Hero is here. He’ll give me a ride back.”
Tasha glances over at Hero’s car like she just caught a bad smell of something. Him being here doesn't ease her mind and probably doesn't make her like him any more than she did before.
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