Chapter 16
“Colt-” I try to speak but he won’t let me. He bites my
bottom lip and I almost
moan.
His hand goes inside my shirt and he caresses my stomach. I do nothing to stop it. I like his touch. I like the rough prickles of his stubble against my skin as he
kisses me. He moves to my
neck and it feels even better.
I slightly moan unable to keep it in. His hand starts
going down my stomach and
then down my waist. This time, it is really hard to stop
him.
I suddenly feel pressure on my crotch area when his
hand touches me and a
pleasurable sensation shoots up my inside and stomach. I immediately moan and he grunts still kissing my neck.
“D–don’t.” I finally say.
He pulls his hand back just a bit. “Don’t you want to try?”
I do but I am not sure if I
should.
“Uhm…I don’t know…I don’t
want it to go too far.” I say.
“I won’t.” He kisses me again and now his hands start to go
down. This time I make no
attempt to stop him.
His hand touches me again. It is over my clothes but it still makes me feel so good.
I moan. I’ve never heard
myself sound like this
before. I would be
embarrassed if I wasn’t more
focused on the sensations
that my body is feeling.
“Moan for me, Angel,” he
whispers in my ear. “Let me
hear the beautiful raw
melody.”
My left hand clutches his shoulder while my right
grabs the back of his head
and takes his hair in a fist.
“Mh!”
“Just like that,” he whispers,
his hand rubbing circles in
that sensitive area between
my legs.
He sounds almost desperate
too.
“Uh! Mh!”
“Mhh…” he softly moans.
When he is not whispering
in my ear, he is staring at my face. watching my every expression.
“You look f**king gorgeous right now.”
I feel him grinding on my thigh and he is hard.
Something else I have never
felt before.
“Come for me, Angel, Cass. I want you to come for me.”
I don’t know if that is what is
happening right now but I can’t think anymore. My
nails claw at him and
suddenly…a knock comes on
his door. They are fast and aggressive nocks.
“F**king shit!” he growls out.
“No.” I whimper when he gets off of me.
“Sorry baby.” He gives me a
quick kiss before walking
towards the door. “I’ll be
right back.”
“But…” I try to complain but he is already opening the door and quickly goes out.
Whoever is at the door can’t
see me because he covers me
with his body as he walks
out.
I caress my body, yearning for his touch. I touch my
breasts and my other hand rubs my pants right where he was touching me but it is
not the same. I want him. I
want his warmth, his touch.
My breasts are hard and my
insides burn.
stop when I realize that am feeling desperate. I know I am not thinking straight.
I sigh staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and all I can think about is him, his
hands, his lips, his warmth,
his touch…everything.
What is he doing to me?
“Colt Beaufort…what are you
doing to me?” I whisper to
the empty room.
Coming down from that rush, I start to feel tired. I
pull the blanket over me and lie on my side looking
towards the window. My
eyes close and I start to drift
off to sleep but then I
suddenly feel arms wrapping
around my body from
behind me.
I almost panic but one look
at the scarred arms and I
know it is Colt. My natural instinct would be to get up and pull away because this feels like we have gotten too familiar with each other, too
close. I feel my defences coming down with him and it scares me so naturally I want to pull away but I can’t. I like this feeling.
He sighs. “F**king stupid interruptions.”
“What happened?” I ask him.
“It was my mother. She
didn’t know what to do with
Ezra.”
“Ezra?” I ask.
…He woke up screaming.”
My eyes widen and I look
back at him.
“It was us?” I ask but I already
know it was.
He nods.
I look down as guilt starts to
set in.
“Don’t you dare feel bad for him,” he says. “Not once did he ever feel bad for you. So don’t you dare feel bad for
him.”
I turn around and look up at
him. “I…I can’t help it.”
He hugs me tight and then whispers in my ear. “I know. That’s what makes you so beautiful. You care even
when you know you
shouldn’t.”
He nuzzles into my hair taking a deep breath. I close my eyes as those high levels of melatonin start to set in
and soon, we are both
peacefully sleeping.
I wake up an hour later when Colt stirs next to me. I sit up
and look at him. His face is
squinted as if he was in pain.
He shakes his head and
moans but they seem to me like moans of pain.
“Colt?” I touch his cheek and
he quickly opens his eyes
and intercepts my hand with
his.
The fear and anger in his eyes take me by surprise.
The moment his eyes focus, his eyes soften and he pulls
me into a hug.
“Are you…okay?” I whisper.
“Yeah. Just a bad dream.”
I close my eyes and hug him
back. It seems he needs it.
“Can I just work in the fields today, please?” I ask him.
He gives a laugh. “Yeah. If that is what you want, I am not going to make you do something else.”
I smile. “Thank you and I probably should go now.”
“Mhg…a few more minutes.” He says and holds me tighter.
I relax under his hug and
wait.
After almost ten minutes, I
finally try to move. “I have to
go.”
“Mhg, fine…or… you can
shower with me.”
“Shower?”
“Yeah.” He gets up, finally letting me go. “Take a shower
with me.”
“No.”
“Why?”
I get up and fix my clothes. “Because that requires for us to be naked together.”
“So? I’ve seen you naked
already.” He takes his shirt off as he says this.
I do not look away. It is
impossible to not want to
stare at his muscular body.
“S–sure but that nakedness
will lead to other things.”
He laughs as if he is not surprised because he knows that already.
I walk towards the door but
within seconds he has me by
the waist.
“At least give me a kiss before
you leave,” he says.
I turn around to face him.
He holds my chin up and I close my eyes, kissing him.
Does he truly want me?
There is no way of me
knowing this but I can see
what is in front of me. The
way he treats me. And I like
- it. Even if this doesn’t last, at
least it is happening and I
want to live in the moment.
I kiss him back with all the
passion I have to give. I want him. I truly do. Yes, I am still
scared but I want to
experience this. I want to experience something good in my life for once.
“Mh.” He moans as we end
the kiss. “You are mine now.
Remember that, Angel.”
I am not going to answer
that. I turn but before I leave
again he holds me and this
time he whispers in my ear.
“I’ll make you come next
time.”
My face burns and I quickly make my way out of his room. As I quickly make my way down the stairs, this time I am not so lucky. There are a lot of people walking about and they do stop to look at me. I sprint out of the house through the
front door because I know
that the dining room will be
full and I don’t want anyone
else to see me.
I come out and immediately
head to the back with the
intention of making it to the
fields but Ezra is leaning on a
tree. He looks at me and
stomps his way towards me.
Shit.
“What?” I say as he gets
closer. I continue walking
trying to go past him but this
time he grabs my arm and
turns me to face him.
“WHO IS IT?!” he yells at me,
his face just inches from my
face.
“Let me go!”
He has lost it. I can see it in
his eyes. He has gone crazy.
People around us stop and
stare.
“WHO IS IT?! TELL ME!”
He squeezes my shoulder to the point where I feel like
my arm is going to break and his claws start to dig at my skin.
I immediately lift my other hand and slap him. His grip
loses but he still holds on to
me and he looks so startled
that I did that.
“LET. ME. GO!” I warn him.
Immediately his hand pulls away. He looks surprised as if
he didn’t mean to do that.
“Who…THE F**K DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE!” Putting his hands on me again, he shakes me. He then pulls me and throws me on the
ground. I fall sitting down. Pulling my hair back, I take in a deep breath and look up at him. He walks my way as
if he was the devil himself. I
have never seen him this
angry but now I am angry
too.
He doesn’t want me? Thats
fine. He wants to sleep with
other women? That’s fine,
but…he does not get to hurt me like this anymore. I have had enough. Damn the
concequences.
I get up and as he makes his way to me, I tackle him. We both fall on the ground and I start punching him. I get two
clean hits one at his face and
another at his shoulder, until he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back.
“You crazy bitch!”
“Crazy?! I’ll give you crazy
you son of a bitch!” I shout. I
turn my head as much as I can and grab his hand then, I dig my teeth into his flesh.
He screams and lets me go
but before I can turn around
and start punching him again, he punches my stomach and pushes me. I fall to the ground. It knocks all my air out but I am fine.
In fact, I feel great and I am
sure it is the adrenalin running wild through my body. I get to my knees and
watch him do the same.
“What is wrong with you?!”
he shouts.
I don’t even answer him.
Instead, I rush him.
“I hate you!” I scream as my fist tries to make its way to his face but he dodges back and throws a punch. It is not hard but it gets me in the mouth. I can feel my bottom lip has split.
I don’t know what the hell
has gotten into me but I jump on him and my legs
latch onto to his waist, like a
koala would hold a tree.
Then I start punching him. I
am not even aiming, I just
freely punch and hit. He doesn’t even try to stop me now. He just holds his hands over his head trying to block the blows. I am pretty sure I am not even doing any damage at this point but it feels damn good. It is like I am letting all of my
frustrations out.
