For Her Protection(19)

“Don’t you see, Charlize? You did learn, you broke my hold.”

He nodded to her wrists and she glanced down at them, frowning.

“You used your instincts just like you did last night, and both times you got away.” He approached again and this time she didn’t flee. “I can’t teach you that, it’s something you come by naturally. Technique takes time but I will show you what you want to know. So you can feel safe. We’ll focus on what’s worrying you right now.”

Her bottom lip quivered and she glanced away.

“Do you want that? Do you want to do this now? If you’ve had enough, we can stop, we’ll try again tomorrow.”

She gazed at him, her expression steady again. “No, show me.”

“Turn around.”

She turned. Her long neck rose gracefully above the smooth stretch of skin on her upper back. He stepped up behind her and grasped her bun and gently pulled until her neck arched. She went rigid except for the slight tremble of her shoulders. This was no good. She wasn’t ready for this. It was too soon. He kept hold of her bun but rested his cheek on the side of her head.

“Charlize, breathe. Who is behind you?”

She said nothing, just gulped air. His chest tightened and he smoothed his free hand down her arm. “Inhale slowly. Feel me, who is behind you this time?”

“Connor,” she whispered shakily.

Relief coursed through him. “That’s right. It’s me behind you. I’m the one protecting you. I’m never going to be the one hurting you.”

She sagged against him and he wrapped his arm around her middle. His fingers tightened on her bun and his lips moved against her neck.

“You’re safe and by the time I’m done with you, no fucker’s ever going to be able to hurt you again—you won’t give them the chance.”

He felt it the moment her fear melted into the heat that generated whenever they touched. She went liquid against him. Moved restlessly, shifted, her gasps fading into breathless pants. He glanced up at the door. Good thing he’d thought to lock it.

“And you know what, kitten? If I’m going to look after you, take care of you, I think we both know what you need now…”

He pressed his lips to her ear and thrust his hardening cock against the backside fidgeting against him. “You don’t need to train, you need to come.”

A small sound escaped her, giving him the truth. He knew what she needed and how she needed it, even if she didn’t. He’d known the moment she’d bucked against him the first time he’d pinned her. This girl needed to fight and she needed to fuck, and part of her was trying to do both at the same time—and that scared the shit out of him. She needed to fight because she needed to lose control. Lines he’d never dared to near were about to get trampled.

But fuck it, he’d damn well make sure he was the one to show her what she wanted.



Come. Shit, she needed more than just to come. She needed him to take her apart and put her back together, all with the erection teasing her backside. At some point she’d gone from wanting to kill him to wanting to cry, then wanting nothing more than to lose herself against him. But his statement took her breath away, made her feel vulnerable again. He was right—again.

“You have to say it, kitten. Say you want to come.”

Moisture pooled between her legs, her pussy throbbed, begging her to do what he demanded. But her cheeks heated, her tongue went limp. Ask for it? The cock pressed against her bottom shifted and slid along the seam of her skintight leggings and pushed between her thighs.

She closed her eyes. The hand around her waist moved to her pussy, cupping it fiercely. He squeezed.

“Tell me you want it. I need to hear you say yes. Say yes and you get to come.”

The pressure on her aching mound made her want to scream. She squeezed her eyes and nodded. He lifted his hand and slapped her. Slapped her right on her desperate clit. She jerked in his arms.

“No. You say it, you say you want it.”

He cupped her again, this time pumping his palm against her, shooting pleasure through her core. Her thighs twitched. His rigid shaft thrust from behind as his palm pummeled her.

“Please,” she gasped, twisting, but he still held her by her bun.

His breath kissed her ear. “Say it. Say, ‘make me come, Connor’. Say, ‘this pussy is yours, Connor’.”

He slapped her pussy again and she bucked. Oh god. She bit her lip, tensions tightening to the point of agony. She might have been able to say it if he hadn’t added that last bit…

She couldn’t, wouldn’t say that. But—if he didn’t finish this, she’d die.