Tormented (27 page)

Relief flooded my body. Harrison had just saved me a lot of explaining as well as excruciating humiliation. Even though I felt shame, deep down I knew it wasn’t my fault and that there wasn’t anything I could have done to stop it. The way Harrison handled it by showing understanding and support just made me love him even more.

There was just the one thing that still weighed heavily on my mind and heart. I needed to get checked by a doctor as soon as possible. The fear that I could be pregnant with Nolan’s baby ate at me, but I wasn’t going to tell Harrison and cause more drama. I couldn’t shake the nausea that I’d been feeling for days, and I was praying that it had nothing to do with a pregnancy, but a little voice in the back of my head was whispering things I didn’t want to hear.

“Thank you for being so sweet. I never imagined something like that would ever happen to me. I’ve had a few friends who’ve had bad experiences, but somehow I thought I was immune. Just goes to show we can never take our safety for granted.”

“I wish I could undo it, take it away from you. But since I can’t, I want you to know that it doesn’t change the way I feel about you or how I see you. You are the most beautiful woman on earth to me, and nothing is going to change that.”

The gentle but passionate way he kissed me proved that he meant every word. I held on to how good he made me feel, pushing away negative thoughts and choosing to believe that everything was going to be okay.

A
s soon as the driver dropped us in front of my apartment building, I took her up and ran a bath. I poured bubble bath under the running tap and swished my hand in the water to make more foam.

Eva stood in the doorway watching me, her arms folded over her chest in a protective stance. I had to get her to relax and trust that she was finally safe again.

“I’ve had a few of your boxes marked ‘clothing’ brought here. Your apartment has been closed off by the police for investigation, but I managed to get a few cartons out after they were checked and cleared.”

The blood had drained from her face, and her hand covered her mouth. “Oh God, I never want to go to that apartment again. All I have are bad memories.”

With a few long strides, I went to her and pulled her into my arms. “There’s no need for that, sweetheart. Savage and I will handle everything. Now that I’ve resigned, I have to get him to help me, but we can trust him.”

“You resigned?” Her eyes were wide. “But you love your job.”

“I did. Not anymore. So I’m completely at your service until I figure out the next step.”

“Wow, I never saw that coming. Everyone always talks about how you’re married to your career.”

I chuckled. “I’d much rather be married to you. Plus I’d rather have you fuck me than the system.”

Eva laughed out loud. Pleased that I’d been able to take the edge off and make her laugh, I kissed her neck. “Baby, I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

She played along. “Oh yeah, mister? How much?”

As much as I was trying to lighten the mood and make her feel at ease, this was serious stuff. “More than you will ever know. I think I’m obsessed with you. I can’t think of anything else.” I lifted her off the ground and carried her toward the bath. “It feels so fucking good to have you in my arms again.”

“It’s so good to be here. You have no idea.”

I smiled at her as I set her back on her feet and closed the taps. Copious amounts of foam sat near the brim of the bath and the room smelled of cedarwood and pine cones. “I have some idea. The place is so fucking empty when you’re gone.”

I took hold of the hem of her shirt. “Lift your arms, baby.” She followed my orders without protest. I pulled the shirt over her head in one smooth move. Next was the skirt. I reached around her back and pulled down the zipper. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.

I sucked in a breath as my eyes feasted on her body. Even in the plain cotton underwear Sofia had brought to her, she looked sexy as fuck, and I wanted to eat her alive. But I had to go slow or risk her clamming up on me.

Slipping the bra off her shoulders, she let it drop to the floor. Then she stepped out of her panties. A fine dusting of dark hair covered her normally bare and smooth pussy. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, because it was more erotic than anything I’d ever seen and was definitely my new favorite.

I pulled my shirt over my head and toed my shoes off. Eva watched me with an appreciative smile on her lips. Next was my pants and underwear. My stiff cock sprung free, and I loved watching Eva swallow hard and lick her lips as her eyes stayed glued to my cock.

“Like what you see, baby?” I asked with a soft chuckle.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. “I missed your cock.” She reached out and took my heavy tool in her palm, rubbing the ooze of pre-cum into the tip with her thumb. I groaned. This was what I called bliss.

“You missed my cock? Fuck, you make me jealous of my own dick.”

Falling to her knees, she licked around the rim before sucking and kissing along the length of my erection. I held the back of her head, careful not to force my whole dick down her throat like I wanted to. Reaching up, she cupped my balls in her hands, weighing them before she rolled them gently in her palm. Holy hell. Besides using my own fucking hand to images of Eva, I hadn’t had a decent orgasm since the last time I’d fucked her. My balls were full and ready to explode.

“If you don’t want my cum down your throat, you should stop now.”

She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me through heavy lashes that were wet with tears. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name, and then I want you to mark me in every possible way so that no one can ever mistake that I belong to you.”

Fuck. Those were strong words.

Eva needed me to own her, to take her and possess her. I knew instinctively that was the only way she’d get rid of Parker and what he’d done to her. But more than that, she was doing it for
me
. Fuck, I loved this woman so much my heart wanted to burst.

“Suck my dick, baby,” I said with a hoarse voice, as I held the tip against her lips. She opened her mouth wide and took me to the back of her throat. My cock pulsed a few times and she curled her tongue around the tip, sucking me until I felt the pressure build to the limit.

She pulled her mouth from my dick with a pop. “Cum all over me, please sir,” she said in a voice so sexy yet submissive that I sucked in a harsh breath.

I took my cock in my palm and tugged while she watched. She licked her lips and moaned softly while tweaking and rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Touch your pussy, baby,” I ordered.

She spread her legs wide and sat back on her haunches. The aroma of her sex filled the room.
Jesus, she must be fucking dripping
.

“I need a taste, baby. Feed me.”

Her fingers went between her thighs and her eyes closed for a moment as she rubbed her clit. My movements sped up as I tugged harder and faster at my cock.

She reached up and held two wet and glistening fingers to me. I sniffed hard—this was the drug I craved. I sucked her fingers into my mouth and let out a guttural groan as my warm cum squirted over her face and mouth and dripped down her chest and tits.

“Fuck,” I yelled. Nothing I’d ever seen was sexier than watching her lick my cum off her lips and swallow with a sexy-as-sin smile on her lips. She was an angel and a devil all rolled into one.

I fell to my knees and reached for her tits, rubbing my cum into her skin before leaning forward and sucking a nipple into my mouth. The taste of me on her drove me wild, and I had to have more of her.

Lying back on the cool tiles, I rasped, “Sit on my face, baby. I need to eat you.”

She crawled toward me and spread her legs wide above my head. I pulled her hips lower until I had her pussy in my mouth.

“Ride my face,” I ordered as I slapped her ass.

She nearly smothered me with her pussy as she rode my face. Her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled so hard at the strands that I wanted to scream.

I’d forgotten just how sweet and musky my girl’s pussy tasted. I flicked my tongue inside her, which made her moan and whimper.

“Ride my cock, Eva,” I commanded just as I sensed that she was about to come.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a husky voice as she straddled my hips. She leaned forward and sucked my cock again before rubbing the tip against her slick and wet pussy. Lifting herself up, she impaled herself on my dick as she slammed down on my poor balls.

I was afraid of breaking Eva, but she didn’t share the same sentiment. Her tits jiggled in my face as she rode my cock to orgasm.

“Harrison,” she screamed. “Oh God, baby.”

I watched her face as she came, mesmerized by the look of ecstasy that passed over her beautiful features.

She crumbled into a heap on top of me, her chest heaving in unison with mine. This was the woman for me. Sweaty, sexy and sated. “I love you, Eva. So fucking much.”

“I love you, Harrison. With all my heart and soul.”

Waiting until we’d both caught our breath, I caressed her back and ass, whispering sweet words into her ear and kissing her skin.

“Ready to get clean?” I said after a while.

“With you, I’m ready for anything,” she said. I could feel her smile against my skin. My heart overflowed with love.

We both climbed into the bath, water slashing and spilling over edges onto the tiles. I didn’t care. Eva sat with her back to me, leaning against me while I washed her stomach and her breasts, taking my time as I massaged over her skin.

An idea I’d had during the flight came back to me. “I was thinking . . . with the payout I’m getting from work I’ll have enough money to get us a bigger place. Want to go house hunting over the weekend?”

Eva hesitated. “What about the place I’m supposed to move to?”

I paid special attention to washing between her thighs. My fingers stroked lovingly over the tufts of hair that had grown since her last wax. No way did I want her to go all smooth again. She purred like a kitten, pushing her mound up to meet my hand.

“Baby, I think we should get our own new place. Somewhere we both choose where we can start a new life together. Somewhere I can have access to you twenty-four/seven. What do you say?”

“I say
yes
. I like the idea of moving in with my own personal bodyguard. It’s sexy, and you’re so much hotter than Kevin Costner.”

I laughed. “And I definitely have a bigger dick than he does, too.”

We were going to be okay.

Thank fuck.

Three Months Later

***

L
ying propped on my elbows with cushions under my stomach in the tall grass only yards from the crashing waves, I took a deep breath of the crisp, salty air while I lay in the sun to get a bit of a tan on my legs and back.

Harrison had run up to our new beach house to fetch cold drinks and an umbrella while I just relaxed. He fussed over me like a mother hen, and although I wasn’t used to it at first, I’d slowly become accustomed to it, and now I totally enjoyed being spoiled by my man.

We’d only moved in a few weeks ago and were still adjusting to living so close to the beautiful ocean, so that morning we’d decided to make full use of the clear blue skies and beautiful weather.

I flicked lazily through my tablet, looking for online wedding sites as inspiration to make a mood board on social media. Harrison and I decided that Jade deserved her moment of glory as the blushing bride and I was relieved to have more time to plan my special day. Our wedding was going to be everything I ever dreamed of since I was a little girl and the exact opposite of the day on the island with Nolan.

It was an easy decision to get married after Ryder and Jade, as we didn’t want to steal the limelight from them. My turn would come soon enough and I still had to pinch myself that it was going to happen and that Harrison had committed to me.

Part of the fun of planning a wedding was looking at pictures to get ideas for décor and venues and I was taking my time to get it just right. The most important part though was my search for a non-traditional dress. The last thing I wanted was a gown that reminded me of Nolan or that awful day. Harrison was totally cool with my ideas and told me all he cared about was that I showed up and didn’t do a runner on him.
As if.

Whoa! What was that?

Nolan’s mug showed up in a breaking news article and I sucked in a breath as my gaze fell on his frowning face partially covered by his raised arm to ward off the camera. I couldn’t help a smirk. Oh the irony of how he tried to avoid his picture being taken after his arrest.

Every time I saw Nolan’s face on the news during his ongoing trial, I’d have a sickening twist in my stomach. It was only recently, after weeks of therapy, that I developed a sense of indifference whenever I heard or saw anything related to him.

Just as I wanted to flick my finger over the screen to make the picture disappear, the headline caught my eye.

Ex-senator Nolan Parker Found Dead.

I held my breath and read the rest of the article. Most of it was old news so I just skim read over the parts that mentioned the disgraced senator had stayed in a luxury penthouse under heavy security while he waited on the verdict. He’d thrown a lot of money at the best lawyers in the country to represent him and they’d negotiated lenient bail terms.

Typical Nolan.
Some people never changed.

Yet it didn’t matter how much money he’d spent or that his team of lawyers were used to protecting their clients and winning their cases. The number of people who came out to testify against him was staggering. Nolan appeared to have made more enemies than friends. During his trial he’d been exposed as a fraud and an exploitative, deceptive and unscrupulous individual who didn’t give a damn who he used or damaged in his quest to get to the top.

To think that I was nearly tied to him for life. My stomach did a strange whirl and I had to swallow down the bile that rose to my throat.
Seems I need more therapy sessions.