Silent No More(55)

“Who owns you? Who owns this?” he asks as he’s cupping my vagina roughly. Did he just use the word “own” while referring to me? Oh fuck! I don’t care what he said as long as he doesn’t stop making me feel this way.

“Answer me, Shannon,” he shouts, putting those same two fingers back inside me. Oh God.

“You do…Oh, God!” I’ll say anything he wants to hear at this point, as long as he doesn’t stop loving me like this. Whoa. Love? Where did that come from?

“Baby, this has nothing to do with God. This is all me, and you are all mine.” He removes his fingers and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His hand is back in my hair, fisting and yanking my head back. I’m pressed against the wall and he’s kissing, biting, and sucking my neck, down to my shoulder and down to my breasts.

I don’t hear him when unzips his pants, but when he lowers me a few inches, I feel all of him as he slams inside of me. Fuck! He doesn’t give me chance to adjust as he pulls out and slams forcefully back inside. As much as it fucking hurts, it hurts fucking good.

He takes a step backward as he is exiting me, and when he enters again, my back is slammed into the wall behind me. Yeah, that didn’t feel exceptionally good, but the heat running through me before makes up for it. I know when I wake up, I’m going to have several battle wounds.

He continues his exiting, stepping back and then entering, slamming me into the wall a few more times. Somehow, I’m still managing to build to an explosive climax. I feel myself nearing the end as I feel him start to pulse inside of me. The waves start to pour over me and I hear him grunt. I know he’s coming with me. He slams into me harder this last time; I’m shuddering in his arms.

“Aghhh,” I scream, but not because of the pleasure raining down on me. I’ve just felt something crush into my back and it hurt like hell. What the fuck was that? It’s still poking me in my ribs and I need Nick to release me. I push at his shoulders. He removes himself from inside me and releases my legs from around his waist. He takes a step back and I almost fall to the floor. I’m in so much pain. I don’t know what just happened. He turns and heads for his bedroom and I’m left bending over to the floor. I don’t think he realizes the pain I’m in. He’s just walked away.

I sit on the floor on my hands and knees for several minutes trying to catch my breath. It isn’t easy to breathe. I feel like I’ve been kicked in the ribs, and with every breath, there is pain. So much, pain that I don’t want to breathe, but not breathing isn’t an option. The lights are off so I can’t see what Nick slammed me into. I know he didn’t do it on purpose. We were both caught in a moment of lust, desire and passion, but fucking hell, did it have to end with me on the floor hurting and Nick nowhere to be found?

I finally stand up. The pain is still there when I make it to Nick’s bedroom. The lights are off, but there is a little light from the window shining in. Nick is lying in bed asleep. Perfect. When I need you, you can’t help me.





TWELVE





“What the fuck!” I hear Nick’s voice and I open my eyes as he is walking back into his bedroom. I look over to the table next to the bed to see what time it is. It’s a few minutes past 6am. Too early for me.

“Babe, who broke the stereo control panel on the wall?” he asks as I bring my attention back to the man standing in the doorway. He is dressed in a black suit wearing a red shirt underneath. He looks like himself again, pulled together, in control and sexier than sin. In that moment, everything from last night comes back to me. The hot sex and the pain….God damn the pain. Mother fucking shit, I hurt.

I’m lying in the bed on my stomach with the covers pulled over me. “You did, or w−we did,” I say while wincing from the sharp pain on the right side of my back where my ribs are located. God, I don’t want to move, but I have to get to work. I have been neglecting my job for far too long since moving into my house. Nick is looking at his hands, front and back like he’s expecting to find cuts and bruises He looks back at me with a confused look on his face as I’m getting up. FUCK me that hurt.

“Huh, how…Shannon, what the fuck happened to your back?” He’s clutching the doorframe and staring at me as I look back at him over my shoulder. Apparently, there is a mark. Go figure. As much as this hurts, there would be a fucking mark. Damn, I bet he’s going to flip worse than when I had a bruised shoulder.

He marches in the room, straight to me. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed when he pulls me up in front of him and turns me so he can see my back. He’s staring and then he looks at the door where he just came from. I think it’s dawning on him what happened.