Chapter 27

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I grabbed her hips, dragging her closer to me, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She gasped, but it wasn’t a protest.

Nah, it was a fucking invitation.

My mouth crashed down onto hers in a brutal kiss, making her taste herself on my lips. My tongue shoved past her teeth and delved deeply into her open mouth. My right hand came up to cradle the side of her face as I deepened the kiss even further, running my thumb along her cheekbone.

She had this innocence about her, this purity that made me want to corrupt her in the worst way possible.

I broke away from the kiss briefly to catch my breath, looking down at her flushed face before speaking menacingly while still holding onto her face with one hand.

“I want to break you. Destroy you. And then put you back together as mine.”

Her eyes widened, fear and desire swirling in those beautiful pools of hers. I tightened my grip around her neck, not enough to choke her, but just enough to let her know who was in charge now.

She nodded, her eyes pleading with me, but she tried to hide herself beneath the sheets, as if she had something to be ashamed of, but I wouldn’t allow it. I ripped them away, exposing her to me completely.

I took her all in, every inch of her, from the gentle swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips and I grabbed her chin, forcing those emerald eyes to meet mine.

“Eyes on me, Angel,” I commanded in a harsh whisper.

I traced the curve of her jaw with my thumb, admiring the way the light danced across her skin. She was fucking beautiful in a way that was raw and real, not like those airbrushed models in magazines.

“You’re as close to Heaven as I’ll ever get.”

Her pulse quickened beneath my fingertips as I squeezed her delicate neck.

“And I’m gonna make damn sure you know it.”

Her eyes, they lit up like stars in the night sky, and I could see the doubt melting away.

She was mine in that moment and she believed it.

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve always had a thing for disasters.”

And it was enough to have me ready for round two in record time.

My mouth moved hungrily along with hers, claiming her with a kiss that was as rough as it was tender. Her lips, soft and pliant beneath mine, parted with a gasp of surprise and I took full advantage, exploring every crevice, every inch as if searching for salvation.

She was the forbidden fruit and I was Adam in the Garden of Eden. As I lost myself in her, as I drowned in the pleasure that she offered, I felt those demons slipping away, their claws retracting, their whispers fading into nothingness.

She was my fucking salvation, and I wasn’t letting go.

I could taste the desperation on her lips, the lust, the longing, and for a moment, we were lost in this fantasy of ours, where the rules didn’t apply and the only thing that mattered was the next breathless gasp.

When we collided, skin against skin, it was like the whole universe exploded in ecstasy. I entered her, my cock sliding into her wet pussy like it was home and I groaned loudly, feeling her walls grip around me tightly.

Her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to me filling her up. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, but I saw the way her eyes blew wide as I stretched her.

I looked into her eyes while entering her, seeing how the intensity of my gaze made her pupils dilate.

“You like that, Angel?”

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, her back arching off the bed as she took me deeper.

I started slow, allowing myself time to adjust to the tightness surrounding me. My cock seemed to swell even larger as it filled her up completely, stretching her walls wide apart until there was nothing left between us but hot flesh and sweat-slicked skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

Her response was a breathless moan, and I took it as a cue to plunge deeper into her.

“Eyes on me, little one,” I repeated my command, making sure she knew who was in charge.

There was a boldness in her gaze that I hadn’t seen before, and it both intrigued and excited me. She raised an eyebrow, an unadulterated smirk forming on her lips.

“Is that an order or a request?”

She was pushing it, I knew, but I was powerless to refuse.

“Both,” I answered.

My hips bucked forward forcefully as I buried myself deep inside her, my balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust. Sweat dripped off my skin as I pounded into her, leaving a trail of precum behind.

“Turn around, Angel. I want to admire you from behind.”

I then quickly flipped her over so that she was lying flat on her belly, her ass sticking up in air and fuck, it was a sight. I grabbed her hips and lined myself up, then slammed back into her without hesitation, groaning like a fucking animal as I felt her tight pussy take all of me.

I didn’t hold back. My cock throbbed, leaking precum as I rammed into her, my length swinging back and slapping her ass with each brutal thrust. Her walls clenched tighter, struggling to take all of me, but I forced my way in, pushing her body to accept every inch.

I reached around to grab onto her perky breasts roughly, squeezing them together and pulling them up so that they were supported above her chest. My fingers bit into their sensitive nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

My thumbs played with the puffy peaks of her tits while my cock bumped against her walls, buried so far inside of her that only a small portion remained visible outside of her tight entrance.

“Feel good?” I asked as if I was daring her to protest or ask me to stop.

But instead of getting any resistance, Red simply moaned softly and arched her back even more, pushing her chest higher up.

“God, yes!”

My other hand traveled down to reach underneath her thighs and pulled them apart slightly, opening her up even more. My finger found her clit and teased it lightly, circling around it slowly as her body trembled and quaked beneath mine.

“Oh my God!” she cried out, squirming.

As I felt her pussy tighten around my cock, quivering like she was about to lose it, I slammed into her even harder, driving myself as deep as I could. My other hand, which had been squeezing her tit, moved down to grip her hip, locking her in place while I pounded into her, hitting that spot that made her lose her mind.

“Almost there, aren’t we?” I asked, feeling every inch of her resistance give away.

Red let out this desperate, drawn-out moan and her pussy walls convulsed around me as she climaxed, my thick cock throbbing inside of her as I felt her muscles clench tightly around me.

Her juices soaked my cock as I kept thrusting, fully buried inside her wet heat, feeling her fall apart.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t hold it anymore.”

I grabbed onto her back, pulling her closer as I groaned, my breath coming out ragged. A deep, primal sound escaped my throat as I felt my balls tighten, and my cock throbbed before I erupted inside her, filling her up with every last drop.

“Fuck…” I grunted, feeling my release shoot through me, body shaking as I unloaded everything deep in her.

When I was spent, I pulled out slowly, my cock still twitching as I collapsed next to her, panting like I’d just run a fucking marathon. My dick gave a final spasm, and I lay there, breathing hard, completely drained.

I yanked her into my arms, feeling her warm body melt into mine, both of us tangled in the aftermath. One arm wrapped tight around her waist, the other cradling her head as I held her close. Nothing else mattered in that moment but us, stuck in our own little bubble of sweaty, fucked-out bliss.

I pressed a lazy kiss to the top of her head, mumbling, “Fuck, Red, you feel so good in my arms.”

She tilted her head up to look at me with a softness that took my breath away. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, her lips quirking into a smirk.

I chuckled softly, running my fingers through her hair. “Yeah? Well, I guess that’s high praise coming from you,” I said, leaning down to brush my lips against hers.

She snorted, playfully swatting at my chest. “Oh, please. You know you’re my favorite pain in the ass.”

I pretended to be offended, clutching my chest dramatically. “Hey now, watch it. I might start thinking you actually like me,” I joked, squeezing her tighter against me.

“Oh, don’t push your luck,” she replied, reaching up to brush her fingers against my cheek.

We fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of our breathing. For a while, we just stayed like that, lost in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

“You know, I could get used to this,” I admitted brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“Yeah, me too,” she murmured and snuggled closer to me, her body molding against mine.

“I could hold you like this forever,” I said, nuzzling her cheek.

“I wouldn’t mindthat,” she said softly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.

I tightened my grip around her, holding her just a little closer. “Neither would I.”

Gently, I ran my fingers through her hair, stroking her scalp, calming both of us. She lifted her head, looking up at me with a rare softness that almost made me forget who I was.

“By the way,” she added, “for someone who claims to be such a tough guy, you sure do give good hugs.”

I chuckled, giving her a crooked grin. “Yeah, well,” I replied, feeling the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against mine, “don’t go spreading that around. Might ruin my reputation.”

She laughed and reached up to lightly trace her fingers along the stubble on my jaw before trailing down to rest against my chest.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” she said, leaning in to press a soft kiss against my cheek.

We were both breathing heavily as we tangled our tongues together, the heat from our breaths colliding as we kissed. She tasted sweet, too sweet for someone who could get under my skin like this. Her eagerness drove me fucking wild—every kiss made my pulse hammer like I needed more, and more wasn’t enough.

But then, just as quickly as it began, the kiss ended, and Red removed herself from my embrace. That emptiness hit hard, a hollow feeling crawling in my chest as I watched her slip out of bed like I was nothing.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes following her as she scooped up her clothes from the floor.

She avoided my gaze like it was poison. Her movements were stiff, mechanical, like she was just trying to get the hell out of there.

“I’m going,” she said, her voice cold and distant like she was a million fucking miles away.

“Going where?” I inquired, my voice betraying my annoyance.

She slowed down, pulling her bra on, still not looking at me. “Back to my quarters?” she mumbled, dodging what I really wanted to know.

I cocked an eyebrow and studied her carefully, every move she made set off warning bells in my head. “Cut the bullshit,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “What’s really going on here?”

She swallowed, staring at the floor like it held all the answers she didn’t want to give. “I can tell you’re not comfortable with me sleeping in your bed, Rogue,” she confessed gently. “And I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

I squeezed the sheet in my fist, blaming myself for making her believe that I didn’t want her here, when the truth was far from that.

I was terrified of what might happen if she stayed.

“It’s not that,” I corrected her, keeping my eyes fixed on hers. “It’s the other part. The nightmares and the way my subconscious manifests them. The part where I... hurt you.”

The memories of that night were still fresh, eating away at me. I clenched my fists, squeezing my eyes shut to block out the images.

“And I don’t want to put you through that again.”

Red came closer and sat on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped loosely around her chest as she looked up at me with those big, soft green eyes of hers that always made me want to fucking crumble.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she said quietly, reaching out to touch my face with one trembling hand. “But I wish I could help you.”

This woman... she was fucking different. She wasn’t scared of me. It was like she was immune to all the shit I threw at her, not running from the monster I was. She didn’t fear me. She wanted to help.

The urge to step back, to put distance between us, almost overtook me, but there was something deeper—this fucked-up need to let her in. To show her I wasn’t just this heartless asshole I pretended to be.

“Stay?” the words flow out slowly, filled with the ache of uncertainty.

I felt like I was losing control of the walls I’d built, but fuck it, I needed this. She had done far more than just calm my nightmares, she was soothing my soul. And I wanted to let her see the real me—not the hardened soldier but the scared boy who’s been hurt too many times.

If I could just allow myself to be vulnerable for one night, maybe I could put my walls back in place in the morning.

“Please.”

No demand this time, just a fucking request.

Her eyes widened, like she hadn’t expected me to ask for anything. It was almost too much to handle, how good it felt seeing her like that.

“I’ll stay,” she said, nodding, making this too fucking real. “And for a night, we can pretend none of us is broken.”

And for one night, that was all I fucking needed.