Understanding, Cara ground her hips back against his, fucking him as hard as he wanted. The pain burning in her pussy lightened as her excitement grew at trying to make Jericho lose control.
Cara heard him groaning as he tried not to come. She knew he was enjoying fucking her tight cunt.
“Give it to me, Jericho. Harder.”
As soon as the words left her lips, she felt Jericho thrust high within her. Cara felt her body explode in another climax that turned her world black as Jericho flooded her with his come.
His cock was still twitching when he pulled out and rose to his feet. He stood, staring down at her, while Cara looked up at the man didn’t move. She could imagine how she looked, naked and sprawled on the braided rug with his semen still on her thighs, yet she didn’t move or cover herself. Instead, she raised her chin proudly, staring back at him with all her love plain for him to see.
Pain flickered in his eyes so fleetingly Cara would have missed it if she hadn’t known about his past.
“Damn you.”
“I love you, and no matter how hard you fuck me or how much you curse me, I’ll still love you. In fact, one I enjoy wholeheartedly; the other I can put up with.” Cara wiggled her ass on the rug and let her legs spread wider to let him know which one she had enjoyed. Cara determinedly suppressed all modesty. She had to prove her love was real.
“You can’t love me. We’ve known each other, what? A total of three days? You can’t love someone you don’t know.”
“Now, that’s where your wrong, lover. I know every tiny thing about you. I have ever since Grimm touched you that day at the restaurant, just as you know me.” Cara saw the widening of his eyes and laughed mockingly at him. “You honestly can’t believe that he would show you my life without returning the favor? He showed me everything.”
“Be quiet.” Rage, hot and heavy, was plain on his face.
“He showed me a beautiful, little, lost boy whose soul was so pure it was white. You glowed.”
“Stop!” Jericho yelled, trying to drown out her voice that sounded like a movie of his life was playing out in her mind.
Sadly, with tears in her eyes, Cara raised herself to a sitting position, knowing it was now or never.
“Then, one day, that monster entered your life, and your soul began to die. She tortured you in every way imaginable. She pretended to home school you so you were given no reprieve from the vicious bitch. When she and that spineless husband left the house, they locked you in a cage made for animals so you could not escape. She wanted to keep you dumb and subservient, but she couldn’t break your spirit, could she, Jericho?”
Jericho stood still, her words bringing back memories he swore never to revisit. His muscled body began to shake, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
“Her abuse was degrading and sick.” Cara moved closer to him, her hand gently rising to rest on his muscular thigh. “I know why you have never allowed another woman since to touch you or put her mouth on you, but you grew older and stronger. She could no longer hold you down or turn your body against you, so she brought another young boy home to abuse. She thought she had broken you, that you would stand back and watch, but she underestimated you, didn’t she, my warrior? Your fury broke loose, and you took her neck in your hands and strangled her.”
Tears slid down her cheeks at the soul she saw ravaged before her. She still heard the screams of the small child Jericho had saved from the demented woman.
She leaned against his thigh and laid her cheek against him. “The husband knew you were going to kill him and managed to call the police before you nearly beat him to death. When they arrived, he lied, said that it was you who had tried to harm the boy, and when the woman had tried to stop you, you killed her. They believed him, and the boy was in shock and unable tell what had happened. You didn’t even try to defend yourself.”
“They wouldn’t have believed me. I could tell by their eyes. By that point, I no longer cared what happened to me.”
Jericho’s emotionless voice drew her eyes upward to him, letting him know he no longer shared those painful memories alone.
“But you cared later, didn’t you? When they put you in prison with men twice your age, and you had to fight just to survive those nights… You spent years in that prison before the boy was well enough to tell everyone the truth and gain your release. They tried to place you in another home, but you ran. You ran to this mountain and found your home.”
“The Indian council gave me this land and made the government declare me an emancipated minor. They even helped me get my GED and helped me find my job in construction.” Jericho tried to move away from her, relieved she would finally shut up and leave him in peace, but she refused to release his leg.
Jericho looked down at her to find tears still pouring from her eyes.
“Don’t cry for me.” He couldn’t help how harsh he sounded. He damn sure did not want her pity.
“I’m not crying for you. I am crying for a child who no longer exists, destroyed by a woman whose magnitude of evil I have rarely seen. And, Jericho, I have lived a long time.” Lifting a trembling hand, she brushed the tears away until they glistened on her fingertips. “They show the anger I feel for a woman I consider less than human who owes me a debt that will never be repaid. That bitch stole something that was mine.”
Jericho didn’t want to know yet couldn’t help asking. “What did she take?”
“Your heart.”
Cara raised herself onto her knees and slid her hand up his body slowly. Her touch was feather-light, loving, as she delicately touched his cock for the barest instant before moving to the dense black hair at its base.
Her hand traced each of his abs before she raised herself to place a tiny kiss on each of his hips. She worshiped with each gentle touch and kiss before finally reaching the area of his body she searched for.