The same terror plagues me now as I stare into the eyes of Charlie wondering how they can be the same person.
“I need you, Shelly. I love you, baby. Let me show you.”
“No.” I shake my head again. “This isn't love.” I fight against him, but he holds me down. My arms are now pinned over my head and I can’t move as his weight presses down on me. Warmth pools between my thighs and I hate myself for it.
His mouth comes down on mine and his tongue presses through the part of my lips. My body is a traitorous whore because my tongue reunites with his and I moan.
Chapter Twenty-four
—Boogeyman—
I feel crazed. For the past week I have tried like hell to stay away from Shelly. Hades knows I am hiding something. He’s been breathing down my Goddamn neck. I pretend to sleep at the clubhouse trying to keep him from finding out my secret. I hang around until he goes home to his wife then I sneak out the back door like a fucking coward. Then I come here to the trailer and watch her sleep. A ghost of the first person I ever loved. Truth be told, I love Shelly. I am so fucking in love with her I can’t even think straight.
I tried to let her go. Tried to do the right thing but when it came down to it I couldn’t. I couldn't walk away.
I can’t imagine a life for myself without her in it.
I’ve tried to make her hate me and I’ve succeeded. The way she looked at me before she walked out the door gutted me, and I knew I couldn’t let her walk away feeling like I don’t want her.
Like I don't need her.
I’ve fucked up.
I’ve made so many mistakes with her.
I have her pinned to the ground, ready to be claimed good and proper like I should have done the moment I laid eyes on her. I should have stood up to Hades—to the club and told them they’d have to take me to ground to keep me from her.
I rub my fingers through her slick heat as she fights against me. She fucking loves it rough. I’m making her fantasy come true. The more she fights the rougher I get and the wetter she grows. Shelly is soaked for me.
I will force her to surrender.
She will be mine.
Her thighs push together, and I wedge my knee between hers.
“You’re mine, princess. This hot little cunt belongs to me.” With my free hand I sink two fingers inside her heated core. Her hips buck and her hungry cunt accepts my thick fingers eagerly.
Scratching her nails down my back she spits at me, “I hate you.”
“I love you too, baby. Give yourself to me and I’ll get you off.” I continue to tease her pulsing nerves, bringing her to the edge of carnal bliss then pulling her back again, denying her of what she wants until she submits.
“Say it,” I growl in savage demand as I work my fingers in and out in a scissoring motion.
“No,” she hisses, and I laugh.
“Want me to work for it. I got all damn night. No one can hear you scream. No one is going to stop me from taking you. You. Belong. To. Me. I'll tattoo my name across your ass and your forehead makes no difference to me, but sweetheart...I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until you surrender. Until you say you’ll be mine. Then I’m going to cum all in you. I’m going to cum in you every Godd
amned day until you are carrying my baby.”
A fire blazes in her eyes like I have never seen before. With a strength I didn’t think she had in her she rolls us over until she is on top of me. Shelly impales her hot cunt on my dick and grinds, taking control. Taking what she wants—me.
Her hips roll as she rides me hard. She is relentless as she fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. Her tits bounce as she continues to circle her hips.
“Is this what you want?” Her sweet snatch grinds down on me. “Is this what you like, Boogeyman?” I still beneath her as I feel her walls clench and squeeze around me as she gets off. Her body trembles as her orgasm rocks through her. Fucking beautiful is the only way I can describe the view but fuck me twice she just called me Boogeyman.
She attempts to push off me but I’m not letting her go. I wrap my arms around her as though they are a steel fucking cage.
“You remember?”