“Wait? You want me to wait? Fuck no, darling. You woke me up with your screaming.” I fuck my fingers in and out of her while she tries to push me out, her face buried in the cushioned, pained moans vibrating through her body. “I’m the only one who hurts you.” I push my fingers in deep and she cries out. With my free hand, I stroke between her legs. Dripping. “I’d give you more fingers to get you ready, but you deserve what’s coming.”
Haley’s wound so tight she won’t let my fingers go. “Please. Help me.”
“No.” I pull my fingers out and replace them with the head of my cock, and now all her fear is mine. I have it in my grip. I can feel her shaking around me, feel her trying to angle her hips to get away. I pin her with a hand to the small of her back and laugh at her. “Are you going to run?”
“I’m not—I’m not—”
“Do you think I wouldn’t catch you? I’m taking this hole, darling.”
Haley takes a shuddering breath and stops resisting. She turns her face to the side so I can see her. “I’m sorry. For waking you up.”
“I’ll make you sorry. You scared the fuck out of me.” Animal anger, animal need, claws through the rest of my patience. I force the head of me inside her and Haley whimpers. Fuck, fuck, fuck she’s tight. “I thought you were hurt.” If anyone else ever touches her, if anyone else hurts her—thinking of it turns the edges of my vision red. “Are you hurt now?”
“Yes.” She offers herself to me, calves straining, body struggling. “It always hurts. And I—” I take another inch of her, pushing past her barriers, forcing them down. I’m an asshole. I’m a nightmare. She’d be writhing if I gave her any room to move. “And I feel so helpless.”
“And who the fuck is allowed to do that, darling? Who is allowed to make you feel helpless and stretched and hurt?”
“You.” Her voice is choked with tears.
“Anyone else?” I thrust into her, my control fraying at the seams. Haley howls into the cushion, the sound twisting into a moan.
“No, no, no.”
“It felt like hell to hear you scream like that.” Gritted teeth. I’m going to lose myself in her soon. “How does it feel to pay for it with this tight little hole?”
Her thighs become small earthquakes now. She’s trying so hard to give herself to me. “It hurts. And it’s—it’s so embarrassing. I can’t stop having the dreams.” Haley bursts into tears, and I run my hands over the small of her back. Over her ass. Spread her wider. “I don’t know how to stop having them.”
“I’ll fuck them out of you. Stop worrying about the fucking dreams. Worry about taking this cock. Relax, or I’ll hurt you.”
She’s shivering. “It’s hard—harder in the cold.”
“You don’t feel cold. You feel hot.” Haley clenches, and it drags a groan out of me. “Soft and tight. Like a fucking vise. But you’re not listening. I told you to relax.” She reaches for it, struggles for it, her breaths coming fast. She’s letting me in. She’s doing her best. Her resistance fades. They hurt her. These dreams hurt her. I’m going to destroy them. A growl works past my teeth. “I have to fuck you, darling, and I can’t be gentle.”
One violent thrust, and I’m home. Haley sobs as her body grips me, her body electric with how hard I’ve taken her. She moans as she cries, her body quaking, but she doesn’t let go of the cushion. “Jesus. You’re being so good for me. Every time you sob, you get tighter.”
I reach around in front of her and work my fingers over her clit. Her hips rock helplessly against the arm of the chair. I fuck her with deep, relentless strokes, driving the breath out of her. I shrug off some of the pain. I’m on the edge of giving her too much. I’m on the edge. Fuck. How am I ever supposed to live without her?
Haley gasps with every movement of my hips and I push in deep, deeper than I have before, so deep she lets out a low cry. I stay, and stay. Her hands grip the cushion so tight her knuckles have paled. She is completely at my mercy. Completely in my power. She will only be powerless for me.
With my own body still I can feel all the tiny tremors in her muscles. Feel the caged tilt of her hips. I circle her clit with my fingertips. It’s swollen, sensitive, and she begs me wordlessly for more.
“You are fucking helpless,” I tell her. “Because you belong to me. I hurt you. I make you come. Nobody else. Nobody. Fucking. Else. Who’s the nightmare, darling? Who is it?”
“You.”
“And your pussy loves it.” She squeezes my cock again, and I make my touch rough, I make it ruthless. I drag her own slickness up to her oversensitive clit and circle it again and again and again until she screams.
Screams, and comes, every muscle working over my cock. It was so hard for her to take me. I fucking love it. As much as I love feeling her come apart under the pain and the pleasure and the cage I’ve made of my own body.
My own orgasm starts in my toes and explodes upward until it grabs me by the hips and turns me into a monster. I fuck her with such hard strokes that she comes again. “You’re so big,” she cries. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Please.”
“Please?”
Haley reaches back and grabs for my hand. Holds on tight, though I’m the one hurting her and enjoying the fuck out of it. “Please don’t stop.”
Chapter Fifteen
Leo
I take Haley into the shower and make her stand in the water while I wash her. Father Simon doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I’m not a good man. My darling is awake now, bright-eyed and needy, but I’m teasing her. Torturing her. I won’t touch her clit or finger-fuck her.
I will angle her toward the water.
It’s too soft for her now.
I don’t say a fucking thing about how the sound of her screaming is burned into my memory. How the sight of her in the clutches of that nightmare made my stomach turn cold. Or how fear is spreading like cancer, multiplying by the second. I love the way she cries for me. But now that the beast has settled, I want more. I want everything.
I’m not giving up gentleness to Caroline. And fucking Rick.
So we’ll start here, with the water. I hold her close with one arm slung across her chest, her delicate shoulder blades pinned against me, and hook my other hand under her knee. She shivers when I lift it up and open her wide. Haley grabs for my arm. I don’t think she’s aware of trying to scratch me. Her breathing quickens. I won’t show her a second of my fear that she’ll spiral away from me again. “It’s soft. It’s too gentle.”
I won’t let her turn away. I keep her open to it. “It’s just water.” I nip her earlobe and she gasps. “It’s only touching you because I want it there. I’ve opened your cunt to it for that purpose.”
Haley lets her head fall back against my shoulder. Her chest heaves. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m a fucking monster. I’m a cruel bastard.” Her hips push back. Haley can insist that I’m a prince all she wants, but this turns her on. “And I want to touch you however the fuck I want. I don’t want a single door closed to me.” I don’t want any doors closed to her, either. I don’t want her to grow more and more sensitive until there’s no touch she can tolerate. It’s not for a person like Haley. I know.