When I walk out of the building and see Tristan leaning against his car, I break out into a run. His arms open, and I slam into his chest. Gripping him for dear life, I soak in the safety I feel in his embrace.
“Let’s go,” he murmurs.
Tristan opens the passenger door, and once I’m seated, he shuts it. My gaze follows him until he slides in behind the steering wheel.
The drive to his penthouse is quiet, but the second I walk into the living room, Tristan grabs hold of my wrist and yanks me to him. My head tilts back, and the moment his mouth claims mine, I feel… less tainted.
Tristan takes hold of my hips, and he lifts me against his body. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Breaking the kiss, he carries me up the stairs and to his room. He gently lays me on the bed, and then he kisses me until my lips are tingling from the friction.
I frame his jaw with my hands and whisper, “Make love to me, please.”
His mouth curves up, and then he begins to undress me. When Tristan has us both naked, he rolls on a condom, then crawls back over me. Unlike the previous times, his kiss is tender, as if he’s savoring me.
His mouth moves down to my neck, and I close my eyes as I replace the disgust weighing heavy in my stomach with butterflies caused by the feel of Tristan’s kisses. His teeth scrape over me, and his lips soothe the skin as if he knows exactly what I need.
Emotion pushes up my throat as he moves down to my breasts, his tongue removing the fumbling touches that I thought were ingrained in me.
Tears sting my eyes while Tristan caresses my body with tender kisses and light bites. He crawls back up, and when his mouth crashes against mine, a whimper escapes as the first tear rolls into my hair.
Tristan positions himself at my entrance, and achingly slowly, he enters me. I feel every inch of him, stretching me wider until he’s all the way in.
He’s so attuned to me. It’s as if he can feel what I feel.
He ends the kiss only to catch my tears with his lips as he begins to move. His whole body ripples over mine as he keeps the pace deep and slow.
The intensity of what he’s doing makes a sob escape my lips, drawing his mouth back to mine.
He knows.
Tristan knows what happened.
It scares me that he knows, but at the same time, it’s the comfort I needed.
“I’m sorry I lied,” I whimper.
Tristan rests his forearms on either side of my head, and his eyes lock on mine. He shakes his head. “It’s okay.” He pulls out. “I’m taking care of it.” He pushes back into me. “He’ll never touch you again.”
I nod, my face crumbling from the trauma.
He smothers me with his body, his kisses, his love, and I drink in the feel of his powerful body as his arms lock me to him. His thrusts grow harder and faster. I wrap my arms and legs around him, clinging to him as if he’s my life force.
My grip on him tightens as the intensity in my abdomen builds. I listen to the sound of Tristan’s harsh breaths, and when my body begins to quiver from the pleasure, Tristan turns into what I need as he loses control.
He pushes his chest off mine, and he begins to hammer into me. His lips pull back, and he bares his teeth as his face darkens until he looks like a fallen angel, sent to avenge any wrong done to me.
This man walked into my life. He claimed me from the first moment our eyes locked.
My orgasm crashes over me, more powerful than any before, rendering me unable to breathe as I stare into the eyes of the greatest love I’ll ever know.
Chapter 15
TRISTAN
Once I’ve disposed of the condom, I crawl back over Hana.
I stare deep into her eyes and struggling to control the rage that’s taken up a permanent residence in my chest, I demand, “Tell me what he did.”
Hana lowers her gaze to my neck, and a distraught expression tightens her features. “Do you know who it was?” she asks tentatively.
I nod. “Even though I watched the footage, I couldn’t see everything with his large body covering yours,” I admit, my voice rough from the restraint it’s taking to not lose my mind.
A tear, shimmering like a single diamond, spirals over her temple and into her hair.
Heartache, so fucking deep it drowns the meager light in me, grips my chest.
“He…” she swallows hard as if she’s struggling not to throw up, then she squeezes the words out, “he grabbed my breasts and my thigh. He slobbered all over me.”
Holding myself up on my left arm, I move my right hand to her chest. I want to brand her skin, replacing the marks I saw with my own, but instead, I force my touch to be light as I brush my fingers over her breasts.
A soft sob flutters over Hana’s lips, and then she whimpers, “Harder.”
I tilt my head as I stare into her shimmering eyes. “You want me to replace the marks?”
Hana nods. “I need you to erase his touch.”
Unsure that she actually understands what she’s asking of me, I warn her, “I’ll lose control.”
Hana nods again. “Please.”
My body shudders as I push myself up. I position myself between Hana’s legs and pressing my fists into the mattress by her sides, I close my eyes.
I allow the images of the footage and bruises to fill my mind. Each one shakes the foundation of my soul, making a jagged gorge rip through it. The part of me that craves blood, destruction, and pain rears like a hellish mass.
When I open my eyes, and they lock on Hana, she begins to nod feverishly. “Yes… yes…” Her sob rips a growl from me. “I need this side of you.”
Allowed to be who I truly am, my body surges forward. My hands seize Hana’s breasts with a biting touch while my teeth sink into her neck.
She grabs hold of my shoulders and lets out an angelic sound, a blend of a sob and a sigh, encouraging the demon in me.
Like an animal devouring its prey, my teeth scrape and bite until purplish-red bruises stain her skin.
Just like a red diamond.
When I move down to her breasts and bite the heaving swells, Hana’s nails claw at my skin. I alternate between biting and sucking hard at her nipples, drawing cries and whimpers from her. Once they’re pebbled, I brush my lips over them, soaking in the feel of them.
My muscles ripple and roll as I move down.
I spread her legs wide, and with a destructive growl, I sink my teeth into her thigh. I feel her muscles quiver, and it makes me ravage her skin.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I flip her onto her stomach. I rub my hands over her back, drawing a moan from her before my fingers dig into her skin, and I drag them down the length of her back and over her ass.
My body attacks hers, forcing her into the mattress with my weight.
Harshly, I spread her legs, and then my cock surges into her pussy. I wrap my arms around the front of her and keep her imprisoned to me as I roughly begin to drive into her.
Hana lets out a cry, and then her teeth clamp down on my forearm.
“That’s right,” I snarl. “Fight me.”
As if on command, she begins to thrash in my hold. Her hips buck against me, but it only makes me push harder and sink deeper.
My breaths explode near her ear, and my gaze locks onto the marks I left on her skin. Moving a hand up, my fingers wrap around her throat, and I force her head back, so I have a clear view of them.