spiraled out of that look. Krista’s
body quivered in response, sweat pricking her brow, wetness in her
crotch. Something was going on with Sean emotionally. Intense waves
of desire seemed to be crashing over him. He looked at Krista not
like he needed saving, but like he wanted to drag her in with him.
To drown her in whatever he was feeling. The urge to let him take
her was so strong she barely stopped herself from opening her legs
and begging for it.
“M-Monica,” she stammered, starting to feel
slightly uncomfortable.
Sean’s eyes caught her
stammer and parted lips, misread the cause, and his strength of
will magnified. She saw his hunger plainly. His want .
Danger! Her brain screamed.
Flashbacks of her life in Seattle came
crashing down. Like that cold ocean wave, she was unexpectedly
dragged under the icy waters of memory. Her ex-boyfriend Jim was as
good as they came at enchanting women. Better than Sean. Sean at
least had a human core. He was a gentleman when it counted. There
was a goodness about him that not even his sexual exploits could
tarnish.
Jim had no goodness. At
heart he was a mean, emotionally train-wrecked, manipulative
bastard who hid his true self behind a glamorous, charming façade.
Before Krista ever got to know the real him, she was reeled in by
his charisma. He was older, out of college—he’d lied when he said
he’d gone--which made him seem more sophisticated. Besides that,
though, he just had a way about him. The way he looked at her, the way he
whispered her name, the way his body leaned over her and claimed
her. Not to mention tall, dark and incredibly handsome with a hint
of danger.
In the beginning she’d thought of him as a
reformed bad boy. He was irresistible, and everyone who knew her
was jealous that she got him. That was in the beginning. That was
when he was trying to woo her, when he was being gentle, but just
that little bit wild. He was desperate to have her, but still gave
her the control. He was mad to throw her under him and take her,
but waited for the green light to do so.
And it was exciting when it happened the
first couple times. When she’d finally given in to him. When he
loved her with all his heart, treated her well, and said he’d be
with her forever. She liked getting down and dirty with him, doing
it all over the city, waking up to a sexual maniac who was just
that little bit too rough, but still yielded to her if she pushed
back.
It was after she was firmly under his thumb
that the sadism came to the forefront, and he took all the control
away. He held it all. With his emotional manipulation and physical
abuse, he trapped and held her in a prison of fear. That was when
he advanced on her even when she didn’t want it. When he threw her
under him even when she was crying from the pain of his version of
foreplay. It was when he struck her down, then took her.
It all started from a look slightly
unhinged. A look off kilter. A look like Sean was giving her.
The memories coalesced with the present,
Jim’s liquid black eyes overlaying Sean’s vibrant green, squeezing
out the primal fear she’d thought she buried too deep to find, but
that found its way up for the second time that day. Sean had gotten
too close, and now she was in too deep. She was in a position to be
masticated again; chewed up and spit out at will.
Her chest tightened up. Suddenly she
couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t relax.
Bottom line, she wasn’t recovered where it
really mattered. She was still that lost little girl who needed to
be picked up, hugged, and kept safe from the monsters of the world.
From the guys that would use her up and spit her out. From the
Jims.
From the Seans.
She wanted to go running back to Paul. To
the safety of not feeling.
She forced herself to keep her head calm.
She didn’t want to unlock Sean’s anger. She didn’t want him to use
his substantial muscle on her. She was sure he might not want to
hurt her, but Jim always said he didn’t,
body quivered in response, sweat pricking her brow, wetness in her
crotch. Something was going on with Sean emotionally. Intense waves
of desire seemed to be crashing over him. He looked at Krista not
like he needed saving, but like he wanted to drag her in with him.
To drown her in whatever he was feeling. The urge to let him take
her was so strong she barely stopped herself from opening her legs
and begging for it.
“M-Monica,” she stammered, starting to feel
slightly uncomfortable.
Sean’s eyes caught her
stammer and parted lips, misread the cause, and his strength of
will magnified. She saw his hunger plainly. His want .
Danger! Her brain screamed.
Flashbacks of her life in Seattle came
crashing down. Like that cold ocean wave, she was unexpectedly
dragged under the icy waters of memory. Her ex-boyfriend Jim was as
good as they came at enchanting women. Better than Sean. Sean at
least had a human core. He was a gentleman when it counted. There
was a goodness about him that not even his sexual exploits could
tarnish.
Jim had no goodness. At
heart he was a mean, emotionally train-wrecked, manipulative
bastard who hid his true self behind a glamorous, charming façade.
Before Krista ever got to know the real him, she was reeled in by
his charisma. He was older, out of college—he’d lied when he said
he’d gone--which made him seem more sophisticated. Besides that,
though, he just had a way about him. The way he looked at her, the way he
whispered her name, the way his body leaned over her and claimed
her. Not to mention tall, dark and incredibly handsome with a hint
of danger.
In the beginning she’d thought of him as a
reformed bad boy. He was irresistible, and everyone who knew her
was jealous that she got him. That was in the beginning. That was
when he was trying to woo her, when he was being gentle, but just
that little bit wild. He was desperate to have her, but still gave
her the control. He was mad to throw her under him and take her,
but waited for the green light to do so.
And it was exciting when it happened the
first couple times. When she’d finally given in to him. When he
loved her with all his heart, treated her well, and said he’d be
with her forever. She liked getting down and dirty with him, doing
it all over the city, waking up to a sexual maniac who was just
that little bit too rough, but still yielded to her if she pushed
back.
It was after she was firmly under his thumb
that the sadism came to the forefront, and he took all the control
away. He held it all. With his emotional manipulation and physical
abuse, he trapped and held her in a prison of fear. That was when
he advanced on her even when she didn’t want it. When he threw her
under him even when she was crying from the pain of his version of
foreplay. It was when he struck her down, then took her.
It all started from a look slightly
unhinged. A look off kilter. A look like Sean was giving her.
The memories coalesced with the present,
Jim’s liquid black eyes overlaying Sean’s vibrant green, squeezing
out the primal fear she’d thought she buried too deep to find, but
that found its way up for the second time that day. Sean had gotten
too close, and now she was in too deep. She was in a position to be
masticated again; chewed up and spit out at will.
Her chest tightened up. Suddenly she
couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t relax.
Bottom line, she wasn’t recovered where it
really mattered. She was still that lost little girl who needed to
be picked up, hugged, and kept safe from the monsters of the world.
From the guys that would use her up and spit her out. From the
Jims.
From the Seans.
She wanted to go running back to Paul. To
the safety of not feeling.
She forced herself to keep her head calm.
She didn’t want to unlock Sean’s anger. She didn’t want him to use
his substantial muscle on her. She was sure he might not want to
hurt her, but Jim always said he didn’t,
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