She knew her answer from the look in his eyes. None. They took what he had to offer and left.
“Connor, I don’t think—” Brent began to talk and was cut off by Connor.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Glancing over his shoulder she saw Jake and Brent ready to intervene. She frowned. Did they fear for her? Underneath all the pain inside Connor she knew he’d never hurt her.
“Answer the questions, Zoe.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked. He smirked. She saw the upset a second later. He thought she was going to tell them to pull him off.
How many times had people given up on her after her parents died? All of them. Every single foster parent and person had given up on her. She’d begun to believe throughout her life that she was worthless. That she didn’t deserve any kind of look. Until three men had walked into The Dugout six months ago and never gave up. For six months they’d pursued her in one way or the other. They’d never given up on her.
She licked her lips and made her decision. Her past had been filled with uncertainty, and she’d expected her future to be the same. No more. Connor, Jake, and Brent had proven that to her. She wanted to feel like this every day. Zoe wanted to feel loved and cherished by all three of these men. Staring at the two men behind him she glared.
“You’ve had your turn. When we’re ready to share, you’ll be the first to know. Do your worst, Connor. I’m ready.”
****
Connor waited until Brent and Jake had moved away before putting his attention all on Zoe. She stared up at him waiting for him to move. He knew he’d hurt her with his first penetration, and he didn’t care; and he hated himself for it. That was one of his biggest curses. He’d seen the pain of her wince, and part of him had felt better for it. He let go of her hands, fisting his in the sheet.
Closing his eyes he pulled out of her then slammed back inside. Her nails scored his arms as he used her body for his own personal need. Connor knew he wasn’t being fair.
What shocked him was the feel of Zoe pushing up to meet his thrusts. He ground his teeth and then opened his eyes. Her face was void of any pain. She gazed up at him with desperation.
He grabbed her hands and pressed them back to the bed holding her in place as he eased off her.
Pulling out of her tight heat, Connor saw her eyes widen as he swirled his hips pushing back inside. He felt each pulse and ripple of her pussy around him.
Connor let go of her hands and pulled her legs up straight over his chest. He placed his hands on her hips and fucked her. He pumped inside her hard and fast not giving her time to grow accustomed to him.
He used her body to rid his mind of the pain and hurt he felt. Zoe submitted to everything he did. Connor closed his eyes when he felt the tears close in on him. Control. He needed control, and the only way to gain that was by being on top and taking what he wanted. Her hands ran over his body, and he pushed them against her head stopping her.
Let go, Connor.
No, I’m not ready. She’d find me disgusting.
It’s in the past.
He shook off the pain and hurt and concentrated on the hard fucking. Connor took the pleasure he needed from her body. His release built up inside him as he rammed into her. He slammed inside her twice more and felt the jerk of his cock pulse his semen into her body.
When he opened his eyes, he saw her staring up at him, frowning. Her body was covered in sweat, and she looked tired.
He pulled out of her watching her wince in pain. Now, the remorse swamped him.
“I need to run her a bath,” he said. Connor moved away from the bed without looking at her. He left the room and ran up the stairs to the bathroom.
His heart hurt as he thought about what he’d done. With other women he gave them pleasure as well as took it. He’d taken what he’d wanted from Zoe without thinking about the consequences.
Shaking his head in bewilderment, he put the plug in the bathtub and ran the hot water. He waited for Jake and Brent to bring her upstairs.
They’d wash and take care of her and then put her to bed. He’d been waiting for six months to be with her, but to him it had felt like a lifetime. What had he done? He thought Zoe would be different. He thought being with her would stop the cravings inside him.
It hadn’t. What kind of man got off on seeing the pain?
No, he was a sick bastard, and he’d pay for it. He damn well knew his pain was coming. Connor just wished he knew what form it was going to come in.
Chapter Eleven
Zoe woke up the next morning. Nearly every muscle ached in her body, and her pussy was sore. She knew it would be the moment she woke up. Over the years she’d had sex with several men. She’d never had it more than once in a night and never with a guy as well endowed as Jake, Brent, and Connor.