Chapter 13

MAX

Mother fucker. In all my years in the NHL, I'd never felt rage like I felt listening to Sophia fall apart in the candle lit darkness.

Even when Kas and the fucked up situation a few seasons happened, I didn't want to rip his head off like I did when I thought about Shaw hurting Sophia. Using her. Her heart, her body.

I wanted to fucking kill him.

Lightning lit up the room as the rain poured down outside, a cacophony of sound that echoed the red filled haze coloring my vision. Every word in the small notebook I'd kept like a secret treasure suddenly had meaning. The hurt, fears, and sadness Sophia filled page after page with a tangible and very real thing. It had a fucking target I could eliminate for her.

Rage, like a smoldering fire, built into an inferno. Liam Shaw should count his blessings that I was on the other side of the boards. Didn't mean I couldn't take care of things in a different way.

No one treated my girl like that and got away with it. When I wrote mine on her, I meant it. And no one messed with what was mine.

"Sophia, no one who saw you for you," I said, stroking her cheeks with my thumbs, "would ever let you go."

Her eyes widened. "But-"

"No."

Her damn kitten decided right then and there to make his presence known, stretching and making a disgruntled sound. It fucking wrecked me, but I dropped my hands from her face, and kissed the tip of her nose. Wishing I could tell her how many times I counted those damn freckles every time I saw her to keep myself from taking her in my arms. Her eyes followed me as I picked Storm up and gently deposited him on the blanket on the couch.

Those eyes that said so much with a look tracked me as I rose, slowly, so she could see I wasn't fucking leaving her. I walked over to my bag and pulled out the damn black Sharpie.

"What are you-"

I held out my hand. "Stand up, Sunrise."

Sophia never looked small to me, even though she barely came up to my chin, because she carried herself with the kind of confidence that was sexy and so damn attractive. Even if she hid her broken parts, and thought they were something to be ashamed of. It made her even more fucking gorgeous. Tears streaked her cheeks, eyes red and puffy, lips full from biting them as she spoke. I flipped her hand over mine, exposing the sensitive skin of her wrist.

Like I had the first time I marked her skin with MINE, I pulled the cap off with my teeth, but this time, I let it drop to the low table we had been playing on. The words we each chose and their meaning weren't lost on me. Each tile on the board was like a secret conversation we spoke without the words being said out loud. Easier to admit in the guise of playing a game than they were if spoken out loud.

MINE

KNEELING

PUSSY

SPANK

TREMBLE

SMIRK

"This is your reminder that you," I paused, writing the word on her skin with deliberate strokes, "are fucking EVERYTHING, Sunrise. And it's not something to hide or ever fucking be ashamed of. He is the one who should be ashamed. Not you. Not for the way you feel, now or then. He's the one who lost the most fucking precious gift. You. You. Are. EVERYTHING. And if it fucking takes me the rest of my damn life, I will show you that those cuts are because you have so much love in you that he never fucking deserved."

Everything

Cap back on the marker, I dropped it onto the floor, capturing her face in my hands. "Fuck it," I growled, done with this dancing around each other bullshit. "Sunrise, you're mine, and no one will ever touch you again or hurt you if I can do anything about it. I'm done denying what's between us. Unless you tell me to stop right now, but it will never be over. I will wait as long as you need, but know this. I will do everything in my power to tear down those walls, and help you keep that promise to yourself. Protect you so that you never feel that way ever again."

A moment passed. Another.

I waited, because this needed to be her decision. Make no mistake, I didn't lie when I said I'd wait. Fuck, I'd deliver Shaw's head on a silver platter to prove to her no one would ever hurt her again if I had any say in it.

"Fuck it," she breathed, our bodies colliding in a tangle of lips, arms, hands searching. Fire and ice, desire laced with a need neither of us denied any longer.

My hands slid along the sides of her ribcage, down her back to cup her ass and lift her up. Bare skin, soft and warm. Long legs wrapped around my waist. I licked along the seam of her lips, and she opened for me on a moan.

Fuck, I loved the way she tasted. How she responded. My hand in her hair, I angled her so I could taste more, take more, swallow her moans, her gasps. Every part. Her tears.

"How do you want it, Sunrise? Because I can try soft and gentle, but fuck, I've thought about nothing and no one else but you since the morning you slipped out on me." I murmured the words against her lips, my hand still wrapped in her silken strands, the other on her ass. Keeping her sex pressed against my aching cock. "Your pussy is mine, and I fucking want to ruin you, make you come around my cock until neither of us can move. Then do it all over again."

Her whimper shot straight to my dick, and fuck, my balls tightened at the sound. Needing to be in her, buried balls deep. Owning her body. Her heart, in time.

"Hard, please. Now."

I smirked, loving her needy and breathy tone. "Oh, little girl, I think I need a little dessert first." God, the way she pouted as I lowered us both to the couch. "I've missed the taste of you, and fuck, I want to make you come all over my face while your wearing my number. It's the last one you'll ever wear, understood?" I reached down as I lifted myself off her, moving up the sweatshirt just enough so that the boy shorts she wore were bared to me. My thumbs hooked on either side of the waistband, and I pulled them down her legs. Her pussy glistened with need. "Look at how wet and ready you are, Sunrise. Your pussy is begging for my tongue, isn't it?"

Thank God the damn kitten decided to leave the room, because I could just imagine Sophia demanding that I stop because she didn't want him to see.

Her eyes squeezed shut, and I smacked her pussy lightly. "Look at me. Don't you fucking dare close your eyes again. Watch me lick and tease and bite wherever I want." I breathed on her sensitive flesh, and her hips bucked. Her cries drove me to tease her more, make her lose what little control she had left. I spread her with my thumbs and ran my tongue along her with a hungry moan. "Fuck yes. That's my good girl. Hold your legs for me so I can see how much your pussy needs me. How bad you need to come."

Better than every fucking fantasy I'd had over the months when I had to imagine if she tasted as good as I remembered. Her body responded with wild abandon, writhing as she struggled to keep her beautiful eyes open. "Keep watching," I ordered. "Such a fucking good girl. You listen so well." I flicked my tongue against her clit, pressing one finger, then two, into her tight hole. I groaned as I sucked and bit at her bundle of nerves. All the while, making sure she didn't look away. The flush along her cheeks, the streaks of mascara from her earlier tears only added to her wild beauty in the moment. Fuck, she was everything.

Everything.

Mine.

"Max, please," she begged, mindless and just the way I loved her. Worshiped, defiled, loved, pleading for more. Needy and shameless in her own skin.

I curled my finger, knowing exactly where she needed the extra pressure, and her body exploded, dripping and soaking my face. Legs trembled and tightened, back arched. My number on her body. Not waiting for her to come down, I crawled up her body and pulled the sweatshirt over her head, kissing her. She sucked eagerly on my tongue. "Fuck, if I knew you weren't wearing a bra I would've fucked you sooner." I took one pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger with a tug, edging her along the line of pleasure and pain. A quick slap once I let it go, and she arched again, eyes widening, mouth parted. "See how good you taste on my tongue," I asked with a growl against her lips, giving her other nipple the same attention as she squirmed. "You did so good, but now I'm going to take your pussy, hard, fast, and the way I've been dreaming about every damn moment. The way we both fucking need." I kissed her again, loving how she licked my lips, tasting herself on me. "Fuck, Sunrise."

Her body, boneless from her orgasm, naked. Nipples hard, thighs soaked with her release. A beautiful mess. I flipped her over. "On your knees," I demanded, grabbing her hair and not letting her move as I licked the spot where my number, faded but still visible on her pale skin.

"You wear my number so beautifully. I hate that I missed seeing your ass the next day. The marks from my hand." A shiver ran down her spine as I ran my tongue along the sensitive shell of her ear. "I jerked off the next morning, thinking about you. My number on your skin. Imagined your ass, the way it would be with my cum painting it."

"Fuck," she whimpered, her neck long from my hands positioning her. Her back arched, ass wiggling like she needed my cock to fill her so fucking desperately.

I chuckled darkly as I spanked her with my free hand, once, twice, three times. Then, not letting her catch her breath, I released her. She fell forward on to her elbows, and I entered her in one fucking thrust, her wet pussy resisting at first. The noises coming from her shot to my cock, and I let out a growl. "That's it baby, you can take it all. You are so good at taking my cock, aren't you? Like you were made for me, my pussy and no one else's ever again."

Her moans were muffled as I placed my hand between her shoulder blades, my weight shifting so she was partially trapped beneath me. Her ass in the air as I drove my cock into her as her body adjusted, taking me to the hilt with a yelp. She was so fucking wet, her pussy spasming as she fought her impending orgasm like she didn't want it end as I pulled out and slammed back in. Again. And again.

Shivers ran down her spine as I traced it. When I reached the puckered hole of her ass, she gasped. "Shhh," I warned, reading her response. She wasn't scared, and without a doubt she'd stop me if she really wanted to. And there was no way in hell I'd ever push her to do any fucking thing she didn't want to. Ever. "Imagine my cock taking your ass," I purred, playing and teasing her until she relaxed enough to let the tip of my finger slip in. "Fucking it while you screamed, coming so hard. Dripping, soaking wet because you love being my little slut. Mine."

She clenched around my cock, and I pushed in up to my knuckle. Her head twisted to the side, and I let up just enough so she could look at me. Her face was a thing of beauty, lips parted as I stretched her, adding another finger while I fucked her pussy. Eyes bright, wide, and loving every filthy moment.

"Tell me you're mine, Sunrise. Say you're my little slut."

"I'm…"

I fingered her ass, twisting and stretching until she gasped. "Tell me and I'll let you come. With my cock in one of these holes. Fill you with my cum, and watch as it leaks out of you. Tell me you're only my little slut, and where you want my cock. Be my good girl."

Our one night wasn't enough for her, just as it wasn't enough for me. Never would be. She loved when I called her mine, in every way. Sweet or filthy, she was mine just as much as I was hers from that first time I looked up and saw her smile.

"I'm…yours. Your little slut. Please, Max," she begged, tears from being edged threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Where?'

Her eyes shut, and I spanked her. "Here," I said, with a harsh thrust, "or here?" I gently but firmly pulled the two fingers out before pushing them back in. "Round one is up to you. Two? I'm taking whatever I want."

She pushed back, and gasped, "My ass, please. Oh, God, Max, fuck my ass."

I hissed as I pulled out of her tight pussy, and made sure she was ready for me. A little pain and pleasure after, and fuck if I would hurt my Sunrise. "Relax, baby. You took my cock so well in your pussy. Deep breaths," I soothed as I rubbed the tip around her tight hole. Giving her a chance to adjust, I slowly eased the tip in. "Look at me so I can see your face while I take your ass. While I make you come. Watch my cock slide in, then look at your fucking gorgeous face."

Sophia glanced over her shoulder, mouth in an ‘O' as eased in slowly, teasing, stretching her. "Max!" Ass pushing back, frustration written all over her beautiful face, I kept going. Until I was balls deep. Her pussy dripped as she moaned. "Please…" she keened.

I started out slowly, but seeing her take my cock so fucking well undid me. When she reached back and spread herself for me, fingers touching the faded number, I couldn't hold back any longer. "Such a good fucking slut. My little girl is such a fucking good slut. Taking my cock so well in her ass. Fuuuuuuck." I roared my release just as she let go, and a gush soaked me. Squirting and coming as I reached around as I growled my approval. Letting her coat my hand with her cum, trembling and gasping as she rode out her orgasm.

Fuck. Yes. My baby.

"That's it, sweetheart, squirt all over me," I growled. "Fuck yes." I rubbed her clit with my drenched hand as she moaned and slowly came down.

Minutes or hours later.

I pulled out of her, and she made a sound. "You like being filled with my cock?"

Her eyes closed, and she nodded, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Don't move." I grabbed a towel and wet a cloth in the bathroom, turned on the shower and checked the water temp then came back to clean her up. She opened her eyes, and all I could think was how could any asshole treat her like anything but the amazing woman she was. Fucking amateurs . His loss, my fucking gain. "Shower time. Then bed."

A groan escaped her, but I pulled her into my arms. "But Storm needs to be shown the litter box every so often." She stifled a yawn, adorable and sexy. Stealing my damn soul.

"Fine. Shower, and then I'll take care of him." I kissed her forehead. And carried my girl into the shower, steam filling as I washed her body and made her come again against the shower wall.