Savage Reckoning (A Savage Love Duet #2)

by T. L Smith

  It takes everything in me to control myself, to not flip her over and lift her ass in the air.

  “Faster,” she whispers.

  My hips start moving at her words as if she’s taken hold of them and has full control.

  “Harder,” she says.

  My hand starts rubbing her faster until I feel her almost there, she tightens around my cock just as I come as well, while I fuck her until I can no longer. Her grip on my arm loosens and she sighs happily next to me. I go to move, but she holds me still next to her.

  “Just stay.” Her voice is a sleepy whisper. It isn’t long until she is asleep. I’m still inside her but she doesn’t seem to care. I wait until she’s fully asleep before I move, sliding out of her and straight into the shower. Washing myself, I wonder what I can do to make her happy. What is it that she needs that she hasn’t gotten from me? I’m not talking about kids. That can wait for a long time, if at all. We will come to that when the time is right, and right now it isn’t. No, I mean to make her smile every day, to make her feel safe. What does she need? She won’t tell me because she doesn’t like possessions. Even so, I like to buy them for her because seeing her mad or happy at me is the best fucking experience ever. When she’s mad, I want to bend her over and fuck her into submission, but when she’s happy my heart does this stupid thing where butterflies take flight in my belly. I hated that feeling until I loved it, until I realized it was all for her.

  Walking back in, I see she’s still in the same position I left her—blankets over her, curled on her side. Taking the towel I have wrapped around me, I wipe between her legs and discard it onto the floor before I climb back in next to her. She turns when I come back like she knew I was gone, and now I’m back in place her hand is on my chest and she falls back to sleep.

  To love someone is to sacrifice your beliefs.

  To love someone such as Milanka, you have to give her pieces.

  And piece by piece is what I’ve given her.

  No, she has it all with my consent.

  Her hand is on my cock, stroking it in long movements when I wake up. Looking up, she’s sitting on my legs watching me, waiting for me to wake fully.

  “Do you think I’m addicted?” she asks as she strokes.

  I pull her forward by her ass, position her over me, and she reaches between us to insert me into her.

  “Do you think it’s evil? A sin maybe?” She drops down, her head tilting back.

  “If this is a sin, I’m going to hell one happy man.”

  She laughs and stops shaking her head. “Seriously, though, do you worry… that maybe you won’t fulfill me forever? That my addiction will take over and lead me to another’s bed?”

  My hands dig into her hips then I move her with force, she moans and I loosen my grip, then she stops again.

  “Maybe you can’t stop it, this thing inside of me.”

  “Woman, shut up.”

  She laughs, and it makes me happy. All those butterflies and shit.

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I, now fucking move before I move you.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest, lifting her tits up.

  “Fine, we are really going to have this conversation while I’m inside of you waiting for you to fuck me?”

  “Yes, yes we are.”

  “No, I think I’m enough for you. You think everything you did, it defines you, but it doesn’t. If you have the itch to go back to your addiction, you can tell me, and I will come to you no matter where in the world I am, Milanka. I will come to you. You are not to fuck another soul… only me. Do you understand?”

  She smirks and then starts moving back and forth. “I like it when you get all caveman on my ass.” She leans forward and kisses my lips before she sits back up, rocking faster and faster, her moans leave her lips, my groans leave mine. I meant every word, I would travel to any part of the world for her if it were to help her. Any fucking part of the world without hesitation.

  Her hands lift up threading through her hair as she moves, it’s such a beautiful sight to witness, to see her like this and to know I will be the last man on earth to see all of this. Because no one else will touch her ever again. The minute we both climax, her hands drop from her hair and she looks at me with love in her eyes.

  “That was fun. I like to get the words out of you when we’re fucking.”

  “You are evil, woman.”

  Her head throws back and she laughs. “I’m the best kind of evil.” She gets up, sliding off of me and stands next to the bed naked. My hand reaches out to touch her, to feel her body and she lets me, standing still.

  “Do you work tomorrow?”

  “I’m not meant to, but I think I will go in. I want to put more into it, not have all these days off I’ve been having, even though he is understanding.”

  “You can always come work for me,” I tell her.

  She shakes her head. “I will not come to your office every day for sex, Connick. What kind of woman do you think I am?” Her hand goes to her heart and she pretends to act offended.

  “You would love it, don’t even deny it.”

  She turns to walk to the bathroom while waving her hand at me. “You would… more so. Imagine me bent over your desk every day.” A wicked laugh leaves her lips as she disappears.

  “That’s evil,” I yell out to her. She doesn’t answer and I hear the shower turn on. Leaning over, I check my cell and notice multiple missed calls, some being from my father.

  Calling him back, he says my name as he answers, “Connick… your brother is missing.” I can hear my stepmother crying in the background. “Do you know anything about this?”

  “What would I know?”

  He is quiet and her cries slowly dissipate.

  “There is no love lost between you two, I will not deny that. But Connick, you better have had nothing to do with it. Nicole seems to think you do. Something about a woman you are with.”

  “Milanka has nothing to do with it.”

  “I hope you’re right.” Father hangs up without saying goodbye.

  Looking up, Milanka is standing there watching me, all showered and smelling gorgeous.

  “Who was that?” she asks, leaning on the door.

  “My father.”

  “Is he looking for him?”

  I’m not sure what to tell her, so I simply nod my head.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Standing and walking to her, her eyes are downcast. “You don’t have to be sorry for a goddamn thing, woman.” Lifting her face, I kiss her lips. She kisses me back, but just barely.

  Chapter 26

  Milanka

  I’ve been slowly moving my things in, not everything at once like he wants me to. It feels weird to live with someone, especially someone who actually wants me to live with them, and I am not a burden. It’s been almost two weeks, and only a few things are left at my house now.

  My stomach is fully healed, and only a faint scar remains from the surface cut he inflicted on me. Connick has let me take over his closet and doesn’t say a word when I move things around as long as I give him sex, which I’m more than happy to do.

  Walking into his house every day though reminds me of what happened here. I see him on the floor, me on the floor, and Connick’s fists going over and over again into his face. I don’t mention it to Connick, because, well, he is Connick, and lately he’s been more than I could have ever hope for. He’s attentive but still aggressive. He’s quiet, yet you listen when he speaks. His presence is domineering with such force you can’t turn away.

  Walking into his house, he gets mad when I say that. Our house, I hear his voice clearly in my mind.

  As I walk in, I can hear Connick as well as another male’s voice. The man has his back to me when I find them, Connick is facing him nodding his head in agreement. The man’s hair is silver and fully intact, no baldness at all, so I cannot tell his age. Connick looks to me then back to the man, which makes him turn around to look at
me. I want to take a step back, he looks so much like Derrick that it makes me lose my breath as my eyes widen. In all those years, I never saw Derrick’s parents because they were never home, it was always just him.

  “Is this her?” He waves to me but speaks to Connick. Connick walks over to me placing his hand around my waist, pulling me to him.

  “Milanka, this is my father.”

  “Hello, sir.”

  He looks me over but doesn’t say a word. His eyes go back to Connick. “You were fighting over her?”

  My insides tighten as I realize what he’s talking about. Does he know? Turning to look at Connick, his jaw is tense.

  “No. She was mine. Never his.”

  “So she wasn’t fucking your brother when they were teenagers?”

  My cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

  “Father, watch your words.”

  His father steps closer to him, making me want to step back, but I don’t. I cling to Connick instead. “You think because I gave it all to you that I can’t take it all back?”

  Connick laughs, but this time it isn’t a pleasant one. “You think I would give you the option to take it back? It’s mine now, Father. I worked hard for it.”

  “What are you talking about?” His father looks to me again then back to Connick.

  “You honestly think I would sign all those contracts with conditions in them?” He shakes his head at his father. “You’re a fool if you thought that. It would never happen. You had enough conditions on me so I had a lawyer redraw and change those pages of the contract the before I signed.”

  “How dare you.”

  “I learned from the best, Father.”

  He seems to calm at those words, looks to me then back to Connick again.

  His stare is intimidating.

  “You will come to my home tomorrow for dinner. Bring her.” He points to me, then walks out of the house without a goodbye. I wait until the door shuts before I look to Connick.

  “He was… well, he was...” I don’t even have words to describe him.

  “Yes, he is a dick. No words for him.” Connick’s hands cup my face as he leans in to kiss me. His lips are the softest and the sweetest thing in the world. Why I waited so long to kiss him I will never know. Each kiss is like an ignition switch.

  “Shit,” I say, pulling back, his nose scrunches up because I stopped kissing him. “I have to sit through a meal with your father.”

  “Don’t forget my stepmother.”

  “Derrick’s mother?”

  “Yes.” He goes to pull me back to claim my lips, but I don’t let him.

  “Do you think they will know? Oh God… how can I even look at her after what I did? It was her son.”

  “Calm down, Milanka.” His voice sends a soothing calmness over me. “They won’t know and you don’t have anything to feel guilty for. If we didn’t do what we did, Derrick would have done worse. You know he has tried before.”

  “It’s not the same thing, his mother doesn’t know.”

  His hands start roaming my body. “What can I do to change this conversation?” His tongue licks its way up my neck. Trying to push him away is no use.

  “We need to talk about this. What if I say something wrong. And, oh my God, I just met your father and he doesn’t like me.” His mouth continues its trail of kisses then he makes his way to my lips. “Connick.”

  “Mm-hmm,” is all that leaves his lips as he nips at my lips, biting them and pulling them open. I gasp when his hand reaches between me, cups my pussy and squeezes it, while placing pressure on the right places.

  “You are avoiding my questions.”

  He takes my lip, pulling back when he opens his mouth, his hands don’t leave me. “The last thing I want to talk about is them, while I’m trying to get into your pants, Milanka.”

  “I was talking, not trying to fuck you.” My hands still haven’t left him but he’s smirking.

  “Well, I changed it. I want to fuck.”

  “Of course you do. You sure it isn’t you with the issue?”

  “It is. Oh, fuck! It is with you.”

  “Calm down.” I try to pull away but he brings me straight back.

  “I’ll calm down once I’ve had my fix.”

  I laugh and let him pull me to him. He’s been so patient with me, so tender, and I know he is craving more than slow sex. Connick likes it hard and fast. He takes my hand, pulling me to the room, which has a surprise for me. Suspended above our bed is a wire, and on that wire are handcuffs.

  “Oh, someone been planning things?” I tease him.

  He starts stripping me, dropping my clothes, and as soon as he takes my dress off he smirks hard, the biggest one I’ve seen on his face.

  “You little vixen.”

  So have I been planning. I have on lingerie, just for him. All black. He leaves them on me. The panties are crotchless and this he notices straight away. It doesn’t take him long to lift me onto the bed, standing me up, so my feet are on the mattress. My hands are lifted and placed in cuffs above my head. As soon as he’s happy with my position, he gets back down, starting to remove his own clothes. I watch on in fascination.

  A man like Connick isn’t for one to share. He is a man to devour, to take everything you can and never give it back. I’ve never wanted another human as much as I want him.

  He crawls onto the bed so his face is in line with my pussy, he blows air onto it with his hot breath making me want to squeeze my thighs together. Then his tongue comes out to play. He licks hard, savoring everything. Then does it again, and again, then his finger goes in. Penetrating me, making me lift my lower half forward in hopes of applying even more pressure. He knows exactly what I want, so he pulls back with a laugh, blows air again, then fucks me hard with his finger, only giving me his tongue with every third thrust.

  “Connick,” I scream, my legs becoming weaker and my hands are tired.

  I watch as he stands just after I come, my legs lift around his waist as he pulls them up and he slides straight into me. He doesn’t free my hands, instead keeping them exactly where they are suspended above my head. I try to move with his speed as we slap hard together, but I can’t keep up, he’s too fast, too dominating, so I let him take full control of the situation.

  “Tell me you love me,” I whisper in between breaths.

  “I fucking love you.”

  “Tell me I’m yours,” I ask.

  “You will never be another man’s again. Only mine.”

  I believe him. It should scare me, but it’s what I want.

  Him forever.

  We haven’t brought up the subject of kids again after what happened to us. I thought he would. Connick isn’t cautious either, he never uses protection, and he knows I’m not on anything. So the chance of me getting pregnant is there for him to see, but he just doesn’t seem to mind like he used to.

  He told me once he didn’t want kids.

  I think he didn’t at the time. I truly believe that just like I didn’t, but I also think now he wouldn’t say no. He doesn’t do well denying me things, as I don’t do well denying him me.

  His hands slide down my body then back up again.

  We both come and I can no longer bear to keep myself up a second longer. Connick uncuffs me, one hand at a time, carefully holding me up so I do not fall when they’re both removed.

  “I want a baby, eventually.” Just as he lays me down I blurt it out and look at him to see his reaction.

  He nods his head, kissing me on the lips. “I know,” is all he says, then he walks off as he always does, coming back to clean me up, then himself, before he climbs into bed with me. When he does, I wrap myself around him like an octopus, trying to hold on to him as tightly as I can.

  “It doesn’t scare you now?”

  He shakes his head. “You scare me the most, and I’ve gone this long, haven’t I?”

  I hit his ribs but he doesn’t say another word.

  Could it be possible to have a hap
pily ever after? Is it in my cards? I never believed so, but he’s making me a believer.

  Chapter 27

  Connick

  My father’s house is ten times the size of mine, he bought it after I took over the business. His own luxury, as he likes to call it. The house, or rather mansion, comes with two swimming pools, a golf course, and so much other shit that doesn’t get used. Milanka’s eyes are wide as she looks around outside. A maid answers the door, letting us in, and Milanka’s nails dig into her hand and I have to remove them with my other.

  “Sorry,” she says once she realizes what she’s doing. She hasn’t done that in a while, a very long while. Is it because she feels unsafe?

  The maid tells me we will be dining in the main room, so we follow her in where they’re seated. Milanka stops, halting my step as well as we reach it. Nicole and my niece are sitting at the table speaking to our parents. They all look our way once we reach it. I give Milanka back my hand because I do not want her hurting her skin again, so she starts to dig into my hand instead. I’ve worked out when she’s nervous it’s a habit, but when she’s scared or worried, she does it to herself. Nervous I can handle, and I just give her mine. If only I could work out a way to treat the others.

  “Why is she here?” Nicole seethes. Derrick’s mother looks over to Milanka, then to me. Father nods his head but doesn’t say a word. “I will not eat here with her in this house.”

  “Sit down, Nicole, stop acting like a child,” my father says to her, as I pull Milanka in closer to me. Pulling out Milanka’s chair, she sits looking down at her lap. I take the seat next to her. Looking up, I notice Nicole is shooting daggers at Milanka.