Chapter 14

Peyton

Even though her body hurt and she wasn’t anywhere near healed, Peyton craved Hadina. She wanted to be hurt by her, to be bitten and bruised in the most delicious way.

“I think you should show me…” she heard herself say, a sly smirk creeping onto her face.

Hadina’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared, her mouth twitching. But a second later, she shook her head and Peyton felt her heart deflate. “You’re still hurt. You’re more hurt now, after your little stunt today. I don’t want to cause you any more pain. Fooling around can wait.”

“I feel fine,” Peyton countered. It had been so long since she had felt Hadina come undone, since they had shared breathless kisses and needy touches.

“I’m scared, Peyton,” Hadina admitted, her face screwing up as though it hurt her to say it out loud. “You…you were broken when I got you back. I don’t want to be the reason you break again because if I’m the reason, it means I won’t be the one to be able to bring you back.”

Peyton sighed. This damn woman. So tough and angry, yet sensitive and soft and worry-filled, only for her. She both loved and hated it.

“Your dad once told me that fear is natural. That we have to decide whether or not we’ll let it consume us. I won’t let fear dictate my life anymore, Hadi, and I won’t let you live in fear either.” Grabbing her face, Peyton pressed her lips against Hadina’s in a rough, passionate kiss. She felt her relax in her touch, her mouth opening up to allow Peyton better access.

When they pulled apart, Hadina rolled her eyes and let out a chuckle. “For the record, I would greatly appreciate it if you refrained from mentioning my dad in your monologue to seduce me in the future.”

Peyton snorted, nodding her head. “Duly noted. Now, will you please fuck me?”

The playful edge to Hadina’s expression turned into something darker and Peyton’s core tightened in response. She was so ready to come undone.

Hadina grinned. She reached out, running her hands through Peyton’s hair before grabbing a few strands between her fingers, tightening her grip and pulling her head back. “Tell me what you want, tentadora . I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

Peyton could feel her heartbeat speed up in her chest as adrenaline pumped through her veins. She knew Hadina meant it; she would give her whatever she wanted, however she wanted it. Luckily for Peyton, she knew exactly what she was craving.

“I want it rough. I want you to fuck me hard, to leave me with marks and bruises from the woman I love to erase the ones from anyone else who’s touched me.” She licked her lips, already desperate for Hadina’s touch. “I want you to help me release the rage beneath my skin so that I come undone with your name on my lips.”

“ Como quieras, mi amor. ”

Hadina crashed her lips against Peyton’s, her fingers tightening in Peyton’s hair. With her free hand, Hadina got to work and began to tease Peyton’s nipples, twisting and flicking the sensitive points with delicate cruelty.

Peyton groaned as Hadina bit down on her lip hard, drawing blood as a metallic tang laced their desperate kisses. She reached out to touch Hadina, her hands fumbling to remove her clothes. Hadina laughed against her before she looked down and ripped her shirt open in one tug, buttons flying across the room.

“So messy,” Peyton admonished.

“Just like you’re about to be,” Hadina retorted.

Peyton grabbed at Hadina’s breasts through the lace of her bra, relishing in being able to touch her like this again. She roamed her fingers across Hadina’s beautiful skin, all smooth contours and beautiful curves.

She was so enamored that she let out a soft gasp when Hadina’s fingers brushed her aching pussy through the thin material of her panties. She knew she wouldn’t last long under Hadina’s expert touches and perfect teasing. The woman was a master at giving orgasms.

“God, I’ve missed touching you,” Hadina said on a whisper, almost like she hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

Climbing off her, Hadina flipped Peyton onto her stomach. Her hand connected with Peyton’s ass in a hard slap, causing her to shriek as a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Obviously pleased with her response, Hadina slapped her other ass cheek, hard enough that Peyton could feel the welt of her handprint. Her pussy weeped as she moaned, shoving her ass back in a desperate attempt to make Hadina slap her again. Hadina happily complied.

She could feel herself starting to lose control, all her pent up anger seeping out as Hadina touched her, claimed her. It was what she’d wanted and more—Hadina never failed to deliver.

“More!” Peyton cried out, begging to be used.

Hadina’s answering laugh was a dark, twisted thing that sent shivers up Peyton’s spine in excitement. She felt a hand wrap around her throat, pulling her up onto her knees. Hadina’s fingers tightened around her column and Peyton’s breasts heaved heavily. She began to work them herself, twisting and tugging at her nipples and massaging aching skin.

“That’s it, baby. Play with those gorgeous tits while I pay some attention to this glorious pussy,” Hadina groaned into her ear.

Slipping a finger between her folds, Hadina began to slowly—punishingly so—work her. Instead of trying to tease and stretch her out like she normally did, Hadina thrust two fingers inside her straight away and Peyton cried out in blissful satisfaction. Hadina pressed her thumb against Peyton’s clit, working it hard as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in tandem.

Peyton threw her back against Hadina’s shoulders as she rolled her hips, creating a delicious friction and riding Hadina’s fingers as they pumped into her. Hadina responded by tightening her grip on her throat, pressing just enough to make it harder for Peyton to breathe. The combination had her almost ready to fall off the edge.

“I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself. You wouldn’t want me to have to stop since you’re being naughty and not listening to my instructions, would you? Do as you’re told, tentadora .”

Peyton bit down on her lip at the menacing edge to Hadina’s voice, though she could hear Hadina’s own breathlessness. She was getting off on this as much as Peyton.

Doing as she was told—because there was absolutely no fucking way she’d let Hadina stop now—Peyton went back to massaging her tits, digging her fingernails into the soft skin as Hadina added a third finger to her rigorous treatment of her pussy.

“That’s my good girl. Look at how well you do what I tell you. Are you ready to come for me?” Hadina asked.

Peyton nodded, her voice catching in the back of her throat.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck, God, yes! Hadina, please !” Peyton begged, her voice catching as her breathing constricted under Hadina’s grip on her throat. “Make me scream!”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as waves of pleasure rolled over her, her whole body trembling and aching for release. Hadina chuckled at her wheezing begs and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Don’t forget— I’m the only one who gets to mark this pretty skin,” she whispered in her ear before biting down and sucking on Peyton’s shoulder.

The combination of pain and pleasure was too much for Peyton to bear and she cracked, diving off the deep end. She screamed out, Hadina’s name falling out of her lips like some sort of chant as she soared higher, ecstasy enveloping her entirely.

Hadina loosened her grip on her throat and used that hand to tilt Peyton’s face to the side. She captured her lips in a rough, messy kiss as she continued to pump her fingers into Peyton’s soaking pussy until she had ridden her orgasm out completely. When she eventually pulled her fingers free, Peyton wanted to weep at the lack of them inside her.

She must have made a noise of protest because Hadina laughed against her lips, before she brought her hand to her mouth and licked Peyton’s juices clean off her.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Hadina said, grinning at her, “That was just round one. You wanted rough and messy and to get your rage out? I’ll have you screaming all night until you don’t have any voice left.”

Peyton shivered and let her body fall back against Hadina.

If that was only round one, she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the night brought her.

Peyton didn’t remember falling asleep but it must have been sometime after their third round, well into the night. Hadina had teased and played with her until she was nothing but bones and spent orgasms.

She looked beside her, expecting to see Hadina tucked in at her side, but the bed was empty. The sheets were ruffled and still warm, so she knew that Hadina had to have only just left. It tugged deep in her chest, seeing that empty side of the bed.

Throwing the sheets off, Peyton climbed out of bed and pulled on a robe. She made her way towards the bedroom door, hearing Hadina’s muffled voice as she spoke on the phone. Peyton cracked the door open and pressed her ear against the small, open space to listen.

“ Cálmate, hermano. Ella está a salvo. She’s okay, I promise. Nobody knows where she is.”

A chill went down Peyton’s spine as she listened. She didn’t know who Hadina was referring to, but it sure as hell wasn’t her.

“Ay, I know you’re worried, Darío, but watch your fucking tone. I’m telling you—I know she’s safe. Me aseguré de ello. Nobody will hurt her.” Hadina sighed, leaning back against the wall with the phone to her ear, eyes closed and rubbing her temples with her free hand. Peyton could hear the indistinct sound of a male voice, tone raised, but she was too far away to make out what he was saying. “I don’t know what’s happening with you and I don’t want to know unless it’s necessary, but trust me, she is safe. You know I love her, hermano . Ella es familia. Nobody will hurt Itza or they’ll be facing your wrath and mine. Sí. Sí. Hablar pronto. Ta bueno .”

Hadina hung up the phone with her eyes still closed. Peyton threw open the door and let it slam against the wall, startling the woman before her.

“Who the fuck is Itza and why have you never mentioned her to me?” Peyton yelled, inching back when Hadina moved forward. She held up a hand, halting her. “If you’re lying to me or cheating on me, I swear to fucking God, I will murder you and your little whore before I leave your life for good. You get one chance to tell me the truth, Hadina. One last fucking chance.”