Page 36 of Bulletproof Baby
Lia doesn't give me much time to answer as she pelts me with her fists. The most powerful one comes when she draws back and launches it directly at my face, splitting my lip that took the past few weeks to scab over. The familiar flavor of my blood, the softness of the open cut on the side of my mouth, brings a smile to my face.
"You're fucking crazy. Why did you let me slug you? Why do you like it when I do that to you?" she asks.
I tip my head to the side, sliding my tongue over the cut with a smile. "I deserved it. Are you okay?"
"No! Why the fuck would I be okay? You took me! You took me," she yells again, shoving me and pushing me back to the point I have no choice but to fall onto the bed. Lia pounces on me, slapping me furiously as she straddles my lap, my erection growing underneath her volatile movements.
"I'm sorry," is all I manage to get out. "I've missed you."
"Fuck you," she hisses and hits me again. Lia reaches down to grab me by the hair, yanking my head back before she lowers her mouth to cover mine. The kiss is ripe with anger, fury, passion, and possession. Her tongue slides into my mouth, at war with my own kiss as she continues to pull my hair while raking her nails across my scalp.
My heart thumps against my chest as Lia takes her free hand and shoves it into my pants. Her fingers wrap around my hardness, stroking me before she moves off my lap. I stay on the bed, my arms extended, ready to take whatever punishment she doles out. I shrug out of my shirt, letting her see me open for her. She could kill me like this, and if I were her, I might contemplate that as an ending to this madness.
It would be justified for the way she's been treated by the people that are supposed to care about her.
Instead, I have an unearned trust for Lia that doesn't make sense to me. I want her to love me, to care about me, to always choose me. But I wouldn't dare say that to her out loud, not after being with her for a few days over the course of a month. The way my mind and heart lock onto her is rare for me. I can't remember the last time someone had this effect on me.
She let me take off my pants and boxers, tossing them onto the floor. The warm heat of her mouth tasting the tip of my erection drowns out every thought of what I'm supposed to be doing right now. This isn't a part of the plan. Still, I owe her whatever she wants to take from me.
Lia covers my cock with her mouth, slowly moving up and down. Her teeth graze the length of my shaft, sending shockwaves of searing pain through my body which only makes my dick harder.
"FUCK, that hurt," I pant as my entire body tenses as the lines between the pain and pleasure blur.
"I thought you liked the pain," she says. There isn't any compassion in her tone as she grips my shaft, stroking it tightly in her hand.
"Do what you want to me, Lia. Do whatever you need."
Lia moves her body over mine, raising her dress over full thighs before reaching between them to slide her panties to the side. The tightness of her walls engulfing me feels like home. She pushes down on me with her eyes slightly wincing as she stretches around me.
Soft folds and slow strokes tease me for more. I buck under her, pushing her onto her side where she pulls me down on top of her. I hike one of her legs onto my shoulder to give myself enough room to move. The pain of her nails scratching down my back brings out the beast in me, thrusting in and out at a quicker pace.
She moans. Lia's moans turn into unrestrained shouts of pleasure as I push and pull my cock in and out of her. The sweetness of her scent, the fury of her ire, the wetness of her sex drown out the sounds of the waves crashing onto the beach a few yards away. In and out, I bring her over the edge.
The climax takes over her body as she releases her hold on me to grip the sheets. The way her thighs tremble with her climax has every inch of me able to move in faster, easier, her grip clenching me with every stroke.
I can feel my own release coming. I lean over her body, lowering myself to kiss her. Our kiss draws out my end, my cum, spilling inside of her as I stroke in and out to empty it all.
"Fuck," I huff and collapse onto the bed beside her.
"Fuck is right, Val. I've missed you too. When are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?" she asks. "Was kidnapping me your stupid idea?"
"How do you feel?" I turn to my side, watching the light blue hue of the moon shining across her face. Her hair shimmers as I play with a few strands. She swats my hand away.
"I feel…" She pauses, a breathy sigh pushing softly from behind her pouty lips. "I feel like I've been kidnapped and fucked. Tell me what's going on right now or I'm walking out of here, Val."
I push myself to sit up. The conversation has to happen. It doesn't matter that I haven't felt her touch in weeks. It doesn't matter that all I can think about is this moment right here, when she's back in my arms, in my bed.
"I told you that I was going to get Caputo out of your life for good. We had an agreement that I wouldn't interfere with his arrangement with your parents."
"Yeah, we talked about that the night he forced me to meet him at Kings. You didn't want to start a war between the families," she says.
"Yeah, but that changed when three assholes broke into your apartment to kidnap you. After a discussion with them?—"
She looks at me, those hazel brown eyes piercing through me for more answers than I'm willing to give. "Are they alive?"
"That's not important. They won't be able to try that bullshit again. Saul and I made an agreement. He could have and should have called off that kidnapping."
"How do you know it was him?" she asks.