I release a whimper and kiss him back with all the need I’ve felt since the moment I ran away from him what feels like a lifetime ago. I kiss him and the memory of that hood over my head and that dank basement air grazing my skin and the utter terror I felt as Vince sat there and looked at me like I was nothing more than a bag of meat and flesh—and I focus on Calvino’s strong arms and the heat that radiates from his body, and I need him more than I ever imagined I could, more than I ever knew was possible. I stagger backwards under his weight and he pins me against the wall, his hands moving along my body, pulling up my shirt, yanking it off, tossing it aside.
I groan as he unhooks my bra and palms my breasts. My nipples are stiff beneath his fingers and I move my hips, rhythmically grinding against him, practically panting with want.
“You shouldn’t have left me,” he whispers as he bites my lip and slowly unbuttons my shorts. He slides them down my hips and I gasp as he presses himself between my legs. “You never should’ve left me, little thief. I wasn’t finished with you.”
“It was stupid, I know.”
“You wanted to do right by your cousin. I understand that, but Grace, there’s too much happening right now to take stupid risks. And god, you don’t know how bad it hurts knowing Vince made you suffer.”
“I know, Calvino, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I fucked up and didn’t trust you and I’m sorry I made you do what you did back there at the Sandtrap.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” he says, gripping my hair and pulling my head back. “Little thief, don’t you get it? I’ll kill a hundred men if it means I get to keep you safe and sound. None of them matter and you’re all I need.”
He slips a hand down the front of my panties and I moan into his kiss. Heat ripples along my skin as he teases me, slips two fingers inside, and rolls my clit in soft circles. I wiggle my hips and arch my back and groan as he works me, the bastard, the strong bastard, and it’s like a stake through my brain, those words—I’m all that matters to him and he’ll kill for me if that’s what it takes.
I pull him against my lips as I bite his shoulder and whimper his name. I know we’re in hiding, but I can’t help myself, I can’t stay quiet, I won’t when he’s touching me like this. His fingers are like heaven and combined with his mouth, his body, and what happened earlier, I can’t hold back—I come like a lightning storm, my skin peppered with goosebumps and my muscles spasming with delight. He grips me and turns me around, pushing me harder against the wall, and his hand comes down firmly on my bare ass just as the orgasm begins to dim.
I gasp in shock as the pain meets pleasure in a wild convergence in my mind. He kisses my shoulder and grips my hips. I look back as he undresses, spanks me again, undresses some more, until he’s naked and his cock is like a redwood tree, hard and massive against my bare, dripping pussy.
He spanks me roughly until my ass is tingling and bright pink and grabs my hair, pulling me back against him. His other hand grips my breasts and rolls his knuckles around my nipples. “Promise you’ll never run away again,” he whispers. “Promise you’re mine.”
“I promise,” I moan, blind and crazy with bliss. “I swear it.”
“Your dripping pussy’s all mine. Your hard nipples, your soft lips. At night, when the moon’s high in the sky, you’re all mine. During the afternoon, the morning, you’re all mine. When you wake and when you sleep, when you dream and when you laugh, you’re mine. Say it.”
“Whenever you want me, I’m yours.”
“I want you all the time, Grace.” He bites my shoulder and spreads my ass wide before he presses his cock against my dripping pussy. “I can’t stop thinking about you. When you’re not here, it’s like I lost a limb, like I can’t see or breathe or think. I won’t lose you again.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I look back over my shoulder just as he thrusts himself inside of me, and I moan at the pleasure and the pain, and his eyes burn into mine like he can’t get enough of the look on my face. He fucks me slowly from behind and roughly pins an arm behind my back as he takes me, spanking me, fucking me, deeper and deeper, this wild man, this massive beast.
His hand wraps around my hips and he rolls a finger along my clit as he fucks me faster, my breasts shaking with every thrust, and his name falls from my mouth. I can’t help it, I pant his name, I moan it, I say it like it’s an incantation or a magic spell. “Calvino, god, yes, Calvino,” like his name will protect me from the monsters that want to do me harm.