by Nic Saint
“And what? You love me. I love you. What more is there to think about?”
She sank back onto the wicker chair, not knowing how to tell him how she felt without hurting his feelings.
Suddenly, he reached out a hand, and laced his fingers through hers.
“Come with me,” he whispered. “There’s something I want to show you.”
Chapter 20
Arriving upstairs, Scott was gratified to see Anna’s eyes light up at the sight of her room. With the help of Albert, the family majordomo, he’d set the room alight with dozens of candles carefully placed around the bed. Lilacs gave off their delicious fresh scent, and mood music lent the atmosphere a romantic feel.
“Oh, Scott. This is so nice,” she sighed.
He twirled her around and took her in his arms. “All for you,” he breathed before he leaned in for a kiss.
She looked confused for a moment, but he didn’t let that stop him. As their kiss deepened, he felt her resistance crumble, and finally she gave herself over to his embrace.
“I love you,” he murmured, and felt her stiffen again.
He trailed a finger along her neckline, and placed a kiss below her ear. She sighed in delight and relaxed.
He lifted her up with ease, and carried her over to the bed, where he placed her on a bed of roses—minus the thorns, of course.
He’d been preparing this night for days, wanting to show her once and for all how much she meant to him. And healing her wounds with his soft caress.
He wanted to show her that sex didn’t always have to be equated with pain.
He was going to take her slowly, lovingly, and heal that wound she harbored deep within her soul.
He let his hand roam across her chest, and found the swell of her breast heaving under his touch, her nipples already hardening. He kissed his way down her neck and nibbled at her blouse with his teeth, flipping open the first button, then the second, and finally peeling away the first layer until he found her soft flesh inviting him to explore further.
But before he could finish undressing her, she’d ripped open her blouse, sending the remainder of the buttons flying, and pulled down her bra, pushing her breasts into his face.
“Bite me, Scott. Bite me hard!” she entreated him.
He sucked her offered tit into his mouth, and let his tongue explore her erect nipple. Placing his hands on the creamy flesh of her breasts, he clasped them firmly, and she moaned under his touch.
“Grab them hard. Harder! Hurt me, Scott. Hurt me!”
He was at a loss at how to respond to this. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to make love to her, gently, tenderly, but she didn’t let him.
She glared up at him, her chest heaving. “Hit me, Scott,” she implored. “Be rough with me.”
“I-I can’t!” he cried, appalled. “I love you, Anna. I can’t hit you.”
With a frustrated howl, she threw her head back against the pillow. “Just… make love to me, Scott. Please?” she breathed.
He felt his cock twitch at these words, and decided the hell with foreplay. If the lady wanted it rough…
He hopped off the bed, and quickly stripped off his pants, then helped her remove her jeans and panties. He stared down at the soft reddish bush of her pubes, soft and inviting, and fingered her mound gently before slipping his hand between her legs. To his surprise, she was wet already. So she did want him!
“Just put it in, Scott,” she said. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
And to demonstrate her desire, she opened her legs wide for him, the glistening pinkness between her folds ratcheting up his heart rate. He’d never known a woman like Anna before, but he didn’t care. She wanted to be fucked? He’d give her exactly what she wanted.
Lining up his cock before her pussy lips, he flicked his cockhead along the wetness there. But even before he had a chance to position himself, she’d slung her legs across his back, and pulled him in. Losing his balance, he fell into her, his long, hard cock disappearing between her folds in one, smooth go.
“Oww!” she cried out, her face contorted in pain.
“Did I hurt you?” he said with a worried frown.
“Yes,” she gasped, then pulled at his hair. “But I love it. Fuck me hard, Scott. Fuck me as hard as you can. I-I want you.”
It was the first time she’d spoken those words. ‘I want you.’ With a growl, he pushed deeper inside her, burying his hot lead into her soft flesh with a vicious thrust of his hips.
“Oh, yes,” she cried. “Owowow! It feels so good!”
He could feel how tight she was, how much his thick cock was straining against the narrow walls of her cunt. He must be hurting her, but he didn’t care. She wanted this. So he rocked into her again, pushing as deep as he could in spite of his misgivings.
“Harder!” she screamed.
Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he rolled his long cock into her screaming cunt over and over again, fighting against a sickening sense of despair. At the same time, he felt a strange exhilaration. He’d never taken a woman like this before. He’d always been Manhattan’s Lothario, known far and wide for his skills at making a woman come just by using his mouth and fingers. This rough stuff… He had to admit he liked it.
“Hit me!”
“No,” he growled, and thrust his cock deeper into her yielding belly, all the way to her womb.
“Bite me, Scott. Bite my tits!”
“No!” he grunted, fucking her harder and harder, slamming into her again and again, his balls whipping her anus.
“Fuck you!” she suddenly cried out, and slapped him hard across the face.
Still, he didn’t lash out, refusing to be dragged down to her sordid level.
Again, she slapped him, and still he refused to be baited.
Punching his cock into her like a madman, he suddenly felt his balls churn and boil, his orgasm setting in. He wanted to hold back, slow down and reduce the tempo, but she didn’t let him. Slinging her legs around his buttocks, she pushed him deeper inside her.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he grunted, pissed off that she took away his control.
“Then come,” she said. “Come inside me, Scott. Shoot all your cum inside my pussy.”
He didn’t want to come inside her. She wasn’t on the pill. John had taken her off it for the purpose of her recovery. “Fuck, no,” he snarled.
And then she slapped him again—hard this time, and he cried out as his balls exploded. He tried to pull out, but she didn’t let him. And with a sickening sense of despair, he shot his entire load into her hot cunt. Like a geyser, he sprayed his seed all across her vagina, a torrent of cum swirling into her womb.
“Fuck!” he groaned, arching back. Spurt after spurt of Thornton semen shot into Anna’s welcoming pussy, and when he’d finally shot his load, he was seething with fury.
“Thank you, Scott,” she said softly, reaching out a hand and trailing it along his cheek. “That was pretty great.”
With a disgusted grunt, he rolled off her.
Startled, she pushed herself up on her elbows. He watched her tit flesh wiggle and closed his eyes, pained.
“I want you to clear out of here,” he said in a low voice, simmering with rage. “I want you out of here right now. And if I never lay eyes on you again, it will be too soon.”
“But, Scott,” she pleaded. “I—” Suddenly, her eyes fluttered closed, and she breathed a loud sigh, her lips quivering.
He stared in shock as her body convulsed and quaked. Then, suddenly, she plunged her fingers between her lips and fell back onto the bed. He watched as a steady stream of pussy juice leaked from between her cunt lips, mixed with his cum. She—she was having an orgasm! His temper tantrum was setting her off! The woman was stark raving mad!
With an animal snarl, he roughly grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her off the bed. “Out!” he bellowed. “Get the fuck out of my life! Now!”
Chapter 21
All the way back to her apartment,
Anna didn’t speak a word. Roland, who’d offered her a ride, looked over to her once or twice, but volunteered no words of either compassion or advice. Finally, when the car came to a stop in front of the apartment building that had become her temporary home, he gave her a curt nod, and waited for her to exit the car.
“Bye, Roland,” she said softly before getting out. “Thanks for everything.”
She felt dejected and lost.
Roland merely held up his hand in greeting, and she closed the passenger door, turning to mount the three steps to the front door.
Suddenly, his voice rang out behind her. “Wait!”
She turned, and was surprised to see him stepping out of the car and walking up to her.
“Anna…” He glanced up at the building. It was a seedy building in a seedy part of town, but it was all she could afford on her salary. A salesgirl, even one working in as fancy a place as Thornton Fifth Avenue, has to count the pennies. Life in New York isn’t cheap.
“Yes?” she said, wondering what this was all about.
He placed a hand on her back and steered her back to his car. “Roland? What’s wrong?”
He gestured at her building. “This place? Isn’t safe. Ty’s men will find you. And this time, they will kill you.”
“But I thought Scott said I was under your family’s protection now? That they wouldn’t dare touch me?”
Roland grimaced. “News travels fast. The moment Scott kicked you out, that protection expired. You’re on your own now.”
He steered her back to his car, opened the passenger door and ushered her in.
She was too tired to protest, so she slid in without a word. He put the car in gear and rode off without another word.
“Where are you taking me?” she finally asked.
“To my place. You’ll be safe there.”
She leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes. “I made quite a mess of things, didn’t I?”
“Don’t blame yourself, Anna. None of this is your fault. If anything, I blame my brother.”
Her eyes flashed open. “Scott? Why? He hasn’t laid a finger on me.”
“Exactly,” said Roland, his face grim. He glanced over to her. “My brother is a boy, Anna. What you want is a man. A man who can give you exactly what you need. And if he were smart, he would have done just that.”
She shook her head, her hair tousled against the head rest. She was too tired to fight, but Roland was wrong. Scott had given her exactly what she needed. Only he hadn’t liked it. Only now did she realize that she truly loved him. He was everything she needed. He could be gentle, he could be rough, he could be everything for her. But instead he was disgusted with her. Disgusted with her desires, with her kinky needs.
“He did give me what I need,” she finally said, “only he hated himself for it. And felt repulsed by me.”
Roland’s face worked, and she could see he was upset. Only she didn’t know if it was with her or his brother. She decided not to probe. She’d caused the Thorntons enough trouble already.
“I’ll fly back to Colorado tomorrow,” she said. “No sense in hanging around here. I came to find out who my father was, and now that I know, it’s time to go home.”
Home was with Scott, but she’d burned those bridges by being herself. She was seriously fucked up.
As if reading her mind, Roland said, “Don’t go blaming this on yourself, Anna. There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all.”
She barked a mirthless laugh. “Weren’t you the one who advised Scott to stay away from me? Didn’t you tell him I was damaged goods?”
That gave him pause. “He told you about that?”
“He did.”
“Look, I was wrong, okay? I didn’t know you from Adam when I told Scott. Now that I’ve come to know you…” He glanced over. “You’re exactly what my brother needs, Anna. You’re the best thing that ever happened to that sorry SOB.”
“Did you tell him that?”
“I fully intend to.”
“Don’t, Roland. Scott is old and wise enough to make up his own mind about me. If he thinks I’m… trash, then…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, her heart overflowing. Tears flooded her eyes, and her throat constricted. She’d been so stupid. The only man who’d ever really loved her, and she’d alienated him just by being who she was.
Roland grumbled something, and the rest of the trip, neither one of them spoke another word.
They finally arrived at the entrance to an underground parking complex, the roll-up gate already up. Roland steered his Beemer into the garage with squealing tires and quickly found his place.
“Come on,” he said, draping his strong arm across her shoulder and guiding her along. Her legs felt wobbly, and she had a hard time walking in a straight line. She felt Scott’s cum dribbling from her cunt and felt more alone and embarrassed than ever.
Roland’s apartment was, as expected, the penthouse on the top floor, and gazing out the window, she had the perfect panorama of New York City by night. Under different circumstances, she would have admired the view, but now all she could think about was to step out onto the ledge, and let herself be swallowed up by the void.
She was a freak. She pushed away the best man she’d ever met, only because he was too kind and sweet. And when he finally did treat her like she needed to be treated, he booted her out like a rabid dog.
She felt she’d gotten everything she deserved and more.
The only thing she didn’t deserve was Roland’s kindness.
She felt his presence behind her before she saw his reflection in the window.
“Here. Drink this. You’ll feel better.”
She accepted the offered drink. A cup of hot tea. She chuckled sadly. Expecting a glass of hard liquor from a man like Roland, she was surprised at the gesture. “Tea?” she said.
“And something extra,” he whispered.
She took a whiff. Brandy, no doubt.
She glanced up at the tall dark-haired man. “Thanks, Roland.”
“Don’t mention it,” he said, pulling her close to him while she took her first sip. The ‘tea’ burned in her throat, but it felt good.
“Everything will be fine, Anna,” he offered.
She didn’t respond, because she didn’t believe him.
Chapter 22
Scott sat nursing a drink in a bar just around the corner from Thornton’s. He’d reluctantly returned to his job though he hated the prospect of having to go back there and face life as a working man… without Anna by his side. The others had all been eager to learn what had happened to her, but he’d decided to play it dumb. Said he had no idea, and pretended to be just as surprised as they were by her disappearing act.
Now he sat in the café he’d frequented so many times with her, and felt miserable.
Yes, he’d kicked her out, and yes, he probably had good reason to. The woman was clearly deranged. But in spite of all that, he simply couldn’t even begin to imagine life without her. It had only been a couple of hours, and already he ached to see her again.
A dozen times, he’d taken out his phone, and stared at her name on the display, his finger hovering over the green connect button, only to stuff the trinket back into his pocket. He couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t work up the courage to get in touch with her.
What could he tell her? I kicked you out of my house—out of my life—but I want us to remain friends? How lame was that? He’d insulted her in the worst way. He’d treated her almost as badly as Ty had, and for what?
Perhaps he should simply broaden his horizon, and accept that there were women out there who got off on a bit of rough. Correction, that there was one woman out there, the woman he loved, whom life had treated so unfairly that now she needed a man who was self-confident enough to give her exactly what she needed, in a safe environment.
He could be rough with her if she wanted him to—and he’d seen the response it triggered in her. And he couldn’t deny that for all his s
elf-righteous bullshit, watching her masturbate in front of him had actually turned him on. Big time. In spite of just having blown his wad inside her, his cock had been hard as a rock at the sight of her pussy play.
He felt as if he’d finally discovered what it was she needed from him, but instead of giving it to her, he’d punished her.
He shook his head slowly, disgusted with himself. At the moment Anna needed him the most, he’d turned her away in the most brutal way possible.
Perhaps the tabloids were right. Perhaps he was a good-for-nothing Lothario, not worthy to carry the Thornton name…
Just then, he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw a woman looking remarkably similar to Anna pass by across the street. He could only see her from behind, so he couldn’t be sure, but he was on his feet and out the door in seconds flat.
“Anna!” he yelled. The woman turned, and his heart leapt. It was her!
She stood there, uncertain what to do, as he struggled to make his way over to her. Traffic was roaring past, and he had to watch helplessly as she slowly turned away from him again, and started walking in the opposite direction. Soon, she was swallowed up by the crowd, and by the time he’d made it across, along with dozens of other pedestrians, she was nowhere to be found.
“Dammit!” he yelled to no one in particular. He climbed up onto a traffic light so he could look out over the sea of people, and then he saw her. Her hair lit up golden in the midday sunlight, and he yelled out, “Anna!”
She turned, and he saw the confused expression on her face. He waved at her, and she slowly raised her hand and started to return the gesture, when suddenly a black van roared up beside her. Before Scott’s horrified gaze, the side door swung open, and powerful hands plucked Anna from the sidewalk and dragged her inside.
“Scott!” she yelped before disappearing into the van.
“Nooo!” cried Scott. His heart pounding in his ears, he watched, eyes wide, as the van pulled into traffic, and raced away.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he swung down from the traffic light, and started in pursuit of the van. And it was just when he caught sight of it, that traffic opened up. The van accelerated, then took a sharp left, and roared down a side street.