He left her in the bathroom and returned to his bedroom, where the evidence of what he’d just done glared at him.
The blood-soaked sheets. The stark reminder of what he’d done.
Running a hand down his face, he didn’t care that he’d taken her virginity. The only guilt he felt was at the sharp pain he’d caused her, and for women, that pain was necessary. There was nothing he could do to take it away.
He blew out a breath, gathered up the sheets, and each time he looked at the blood, he felt something primal fill him. He knew exactly what it was.
Macie was his now.
There was no way he’d allow any other man to touch her or make love to her, or to have anything to do with her. She was all his now, and he wasn’t going to let her go.
Once the sheets were gathered up, he took them straight to the laundry basket, filling it up. He’d need to pay extra for the stains to be removed. The firm he used was good at getting blood out of everything.
He changed the sheets, made the bed, and finally, he returned to the bathroom, to his woman.
She lay back in the bath, but the moment he entered the room, she sat up.
“You’re back.”
“That I am.”
There was enough room for him to climb into the tub and face her. Lifting her feet, he placed them on his lap beneath the water and stroked the indentation all the way up to her toes.
She released a moan.
“Feel good?”
“So good. Where did you learn this?” she asked.
“I got used to standing on my feet all day. Believe me, helping sore muscles and aching feet is something I’m used to.”
“Do you miss being a bodyguard?”
“Not a moment.”
“Why did you become one?” she asked.
“Simple. I’m good at protecting people, and I’ve learned I can dodge a bullet or two.”
Macie’s gaze dropped to his chest. “Not all the time.”
He had three pieces of ink on his back and on his chest, from the three bullets he’d taken. There had been many more shots, but none had gotten him. He had a few stab wounds as well.
There were a lot of crazy people in the world.
“Do they still hurt?”
“Not at all.”
“Do you have nightmares?”
“No.”
“That’s good.”
“It’s why I make one hell of a bodyguard. I don’t allow things to eat me up. I deal with it as it happens and move on.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It is.”
She smiled at him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine.”
He tugged on her leg, and Macie laughed, finally getting the hint after the fourth tug and moving toward him.
Wilson grabbed her ass and made her straddle him. The moan she gave was all he needed to hear.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, he found her clit and stroked her. He glided across her twice, and then a third time before stroking his fingers down toward her entrance. He pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, using his thumb to stroke her clit.
Her brow furrowed, and the moment he touched her sweet nub, she arched against him, offering him her tits, which he couldn’t resist taking a suck on. Biting down on to one hard nipple, he tugged it into his mouth, using his teeth to cause just enough pain that had her squirming on his fingers.
“Ahhh,” she moaned, and he smiled, releasing one nipple to attend to the other. He didn’t want to play favorites.
He felt the answering response of her pussy as she fluttered around his fingers, and his cock seemed to pulse as if it had a life of its own.
Wilson wanted to be deep inside her again. To be fucking her wildly, to take her, to drive his cock balls deep inside her again. With her virginity out of the way, there was nothing stopping him from taking her.
He felt this hunger.
This need.
It flooded him.
Macie filtered through the demanding need within his brain as she came. Her cunt clamped down on his fingers, she rode his hand with each second of her orgasm.
So beautiful.
So sweet.
She was perfection.
He couldn’t get enough of her as she took her pleasure.
Only when she couldn’t take any more did he remove his fingers and wrap them around his cock. Sinking her down onto his length, he heard her slight gasp and moan, but she took his dick all the way to the hilt. He cupped her ass with both hands and drew her up and down his length, filling her, watching her tits as they bounced with each hard thrust.
She threw her arms around his neck, moaning, gasping, and sinking her teeth into her lip. As he watched, he felt his orgasm beginning to build, and when it came to the point of no return, he held her perfectly still so he could flood her womb, filling her with each wave of his cum.
Macie took every single drop. She had no idea he was planning on keeping her.
Each load of spunk he slammed into her body was another mission accomplished. He wanted to knock her up, and the sooner he did it, the better.
****
The following day, Macie couldn’t quite believe how sore she was. While Wilson was busy in his office, she used the opportunity to sneak out, and at the same time, she wished she hadn’t.
This was the infamous walk of shame, but she had to get home fast in order to change her uniform.
The buttons had all been thrown over the apartment, and she’d struggled to find every single one. She had no choice but to settle for the five she found, knowing it wouldn’t fix the dress.
She hated sewing. Couldn’t stand it, but it was a skill she learned at a young age, especially when her mother refused to buy her any type of clothing until she had no choice. She was the girl who had trousers too short for her legs.
Stepping out into the freezing cold, she put her hand up and hailed a taxi. She climbed into the back and gave him her address.
She tried not to notice the strange looks she received. The coat she wore was buttoned up, so they shouldn’t be able to see the uniform she wore was torn. She’d done her best to conceal everything. Each time she moved, she couldn’t help but wince, and the most shocking thing of all was that she was still aroused. The pain didn’t detract from her need.
Wilson had been an attentive … lover.
She didn’t know what else to call him.
His hands.
His touch.
It was … she couldn’t think of the right word for it. This was why she’d failed high school. Words were a mystery to her. She got by, provided no one needed her to understand big words.
Tears filled her eyes as she thought of the years of humiliation. Besides the fact her mother was known for screwing everything with a dick, some of the crueler people at school had made it their mission to make her even more miserable. She recalled one bully, and she couldn’t think of his name, but he’d shoved her into a circle of all of his buddies, and they started to laugh at and mock her, throwing words she didn’t understand.
At the time, she’d held herself together, simply facing him, or turning in a circle to see all of his friends laughing at her. She ignored all of them, not reacting.
That was what she learned. Bullies wanted a reaction. If she acted like she didn’t understand what they were doing, or didn’t care, they stopped.
At night, alone in her room, she reacted. Sobbing into her pillow, like it would help.