Henry took control of the fucking, changing it up from a slow withdrawal to a harsh thrust. She loved the mixture of pain and pleasure and didn’t want it to end.
“So fucking tight and hot.” He pounded inside her. Sweat covered both of them. “Finger your pussy. I want to feel you come before I do.”
She reached down between them, sliding her finger over her nub. The moment she touched herself it was an instant hit of sensation. She couldn’t focus as he filled her to the brim.
“Come for me, Lydia.”
From the look on his face, he was close to coming.
Fingering her clit she didn’t take her time and just thrust herself into an orgasm that left her screaming. His fingers tightened on her ass to the point she knew she was going to have bruises from them.
Seconds later his cock tightened further, jerking as he spilled his cum inside her. He growled against her neck. His hot breath brushed across her pulse.
Closing her eyes, she wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close.
“I never want to let you go,” she said, speaking the words softly.
She opened her eyes when she felt him move. Henry was staring at her, his face completely closed off.
“I’m not going anywhere, Lydia.”
Chapter Nine
Leaving Lydia asleep in bed, Henry moved out of the bedroom to stare at the door that he kept locked. He’d not been inside that room in over ten years. It was time for him to go back inside. The key lay in his hands, and he took several steps toward it. Inserting the key into the lock he opened the door. There was no creak or waft of cobwebs. He’d given the key to the cleaning crew for them to come in and dust so there were no shocks for him as he looked around the room. Everything was under old blankets and covered. The windows still sparkled letting him know the cleaning had been consistent. He stood looking at the room he’d first installed when he bought the place. There was a section in the center of the room for what he wanted to display so he could paint. There were several canvases all around that were blank. He’d not had much time to actually paint anything of real substance. Pulling the blankets off the equipment he returned the room to its former glory. He threw the piles of cloth into the corner, keeping it out of the way. Everything was packed away, and he started opening drawers arranging it all back into its place.
The canvas on the easel showed the fruit bowl he’d been painting when his life changed. Sitting on the stool, he stared at the painting seeing how impersonal it was.
There wasn’t anything personal in this room. He’d liked to paint and draw for as long as he could remember. When he got his own place that he knew wouldn’t be broken into he’d invested in what he enjoyed.
Removing the fruit canvas, he replaced it with a clean one and simply stared at the sheet.
Minutes passed, he didn’t know how many, and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to draw or paint anything. The first step was complete in getting him into the room.
“Hey,” Lydia said.
He turned to see her wrapped in the blanket. She leaned against the doorframe staying out of the room. Her shoulders were bare, and her brown hair cascaded all around her. She looked tired and well fucked.
“Hey,” he said, staring at her. She was a beautiful woman, and she was all his.
“You were gone, and I didn’t like it.” She stayed out of the room.
“Why don’t you come inside?” he asked, wanting her beside him.
“Are you sure? This place was locked up tight. I guessed it was your space.”#p#分页标题#e#
He smiled. “You can come in providing you drop the blanket.”
She tilted her head to the side, looking so damn cute as she did.
The blanket dropped, and she walked into the room, naked.
His cock hardened at the sight. He was naked as he’d not taken the time to actually put on any pants. Taking hold of her hand, he tugged her down onto his lap.
“You paint?”
“I used to paint. I don’t anymore.”
“Why not?”
He stroked her thigh, loving the feel of her smooth flesh.
“Shit happened, and I didn’t want to do this anymore. I’m not the same man who bought this apartment.”
“Why not?”
He shook his head, not wanting to remember the old memories.
“Don’t lock me out. Talk to me. I want to know everything.” She took hold of the hand stroking her thigh, locking their fingers together. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He blew out a sigh. “I was on a job with Caleb. We were first starting out and making a mark for ourselves. One of the drug lords didn’t like us making a mark. We were two bastard fighters who didn’t know our place. Anyway, one night I was stupid and lured back to a woman’s place. I didn’t know she was a whore at the time, and I was taken from behind. I didn’t even see it coming. When I woke up, I was chained up in a warehouse.” He stopped. She didn’t need to know everything that happened. “I was tortured for information. It took Caleb a good few hours to find me, and in a couple of hours they can do a hell of a lot of work. I was messed up, and something changed. When I healed and was able to move around. I came back here only to find that I was different. This place didn’t hold anything for me. I know it’s fucking ridiculous, but I no longer wanted to be here.”