Chapter 7

Destiny

I found some clothes in the dresser in the master bedroom, they are men's clothes but I'm not complaining. I drop them on the bed and head straight for the adjoining bathroom, I need to wash the fucking night away. I pull off Taylan's shirt and toss my bra and panties to the side as I step under the spray of hot water. I let it cascade over me as I stand beneath it with my eyes closed.

The night's events flash like a movie on the backs of my closed lids, I see the faces of the men whose lives I took and cover my mouth with my hand to muffle the sob that tears out of me. Yes, I have been trained from a young age to fight and endure the worst forms of torture by my mother. I know how to stay alive but training and actually doing it are two totally different things. I took the lives of five men tonight and in the moment I didn't hesitate, it was them or me and I chose me .

I'm a killer!

I love MMA and the thrill it gives me to fight, it's mine. Not my family's or anyone else's, this is just mine. I don't have to share it or worry about the FBI, CIA, or DEA coming after me. I know what my family does and I respect that they choose to live their lives the way they do, but I don't want to make my living that way. More sobs claw their way out of me as I think about what I did tonight. My head is still throbbing from where one of those fuckers threw a rock at it when I fell over the fence. I should be grateful it wasn't a bullet.

Then there is Koda—seeing him tonight was a shock I never saw coming. I thought he was a part of my past, I really thought I had left that nightmare behind me but it turns out, yet again my last name fucked me over royally. He knew who I was the first moment we met. I was young and dumb and thought he hung the fucking moon. He was my teacher. I cover my face with both hands as emotion overcomes me, I can't stop the sounds from forcing their way past my lips, my whole body shaking from the force of it.

When I feel arms wrap around me I gasp and try to get free, but the instant he buries his face in the crook of my neck and speaks, I stop fighting.

"It was you or them, Slayer. You did what any person in your situation would have done." I hang my head in shame, yes they hurt me but I played God tonight.

"I killed them," I choke out. He spins me in his arms and cups my face between his hands, forcing me to look up at him.

"They would have killed you or done worse if you didn't do what you did. You saved Kimber from being raped, you saved my life and that has to count for something." The fact his gaze never waivers to catch a look at my naked body has me respecting him a little.

"I don't cry."

He smiles. "I never thought you were the crying type. We can act like this never happened if that helps?" He will never know how much him keeping this moment to ourselves means to me. Before I can stop them, more tears leak from my eyes. I close my eyes not wanting him to see me in my most vulnerable state but to my surprise he doesn't call me out on acting like a girl, instead he wraps his arms around me and buries my face in his chest. I wrap my arms around his waist and smile to myself when the tips of my fingers brush the top of his jeans. He had enough respect for me to keep his clothes on instead of using my weakened state to his advantage.

At this rate, I might actually be sad at his funeral if he did die.

His hold on me tightens as he places a kiss on the top of my head. Something passes between us at this moment, I don't know what it is but I can feel a shift between us. He slowly pulls back and reaches up to grasp my face between his hands and swipes away my tears with his thumbs. His blue eyes burn with such an intensity that it has my breath hitching. I feel my heart rate begin to pick up as he slowly leans down, giving me every opportunity to back out but I don't move an inch.

He stops for a second the moment his lips are a breath from mine, offering me one last out but I don't take it. When his lips touch mine, a chorus of butterflies take flight inside my belly. His hold shifts as one hand grips my waist to pull me closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes mine and I moan at the taste of him. Taylan doesn't ask permission to lead, he just does it like it's in his make up to be the one calling the shots. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing more of him. When he shifts his hand to grip the back of my head, I hiss in pain and he immediately draws back and stares down at me with concern.

"Did I hurt you?" The worry in his tone is clear as he runs his gaze over me checking for injury. I feel heat creeping up the back of my neck when he gulps audibly at my nakedness as if he is only realizing for the first time now that I'm in my birthday suit. His eyes darken and stay rooted on my body. "Fuck, you are gorgeous," he rasps out.

At the risk of sounding like a girl, I feel warm at his compliment. I'm used to being told I'm a great fighter, I have a good stance or throw an amazing hook but I never get complimented on my looks. It feels strange to be complimented on something so trivial and yet my mind seems to be lapping up the praise like a dog wanting to be pet by its owner. My throat feels dry and without thought I lick my lips to moisten them. Taylan's eyes follow the move.

When he leans forward and captures my lips, his movements are strong and sure. He doesn't ask for permission, but grips the back of my neck and tightens his hold on my waist. The rough material of his jeans chaffs against my heated skin. My head is all messed up, my body aches and hurts but the longer he kisses me everything seems to fade away, until he is the only thing I can focus on. I melt into him, drawing him closer by the belt loops of his jeans and moan into his mouth.

He grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I lock my arms and legs as he walks us forward until my bare back meets the cold tiled wall of the shower. An ache begins to build inside me so I grind against him needing friction but he breaks the kiss and looks at me intently.

" Destin., " It's so strange hearing my name from his lips, the way he says it has me wanting to moan. "If this isn't what you want… tell me now and I'll leave. You've been through a lot in the past twenty-four hours and I don't want to take advantage of you?—"

"Taylan, don't try to be a good guy right now, I just need you to make me feel something that isn't despair and a broken feeling that is trying to consume me."

His eyes turn dark as his features harden. "I don't do feelings, Slayer. This is a one-time deal, you good with that?"

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. "Yes, now hurry the hell up before my dad gets here and kills both of us." My words seem to be his undoing. He reaches between us to open his jeans, but his knuckles brush against my bare pussy drawing a gasp from me. The bastard shoots me a cocky smirk and winks as he pops the button and pushes his zipper down. I can see the strain on his face and know the pain from his ribs is giving him grief but his need to fuck me drives him to ignore it.

Once his cock is free he doesn't fuck around with teasing me or even checking to see if I'm wet, he positions himself at my entrance then meets my stare. "Last chance to tell me to stop."

"Do it," I push. A glint I can't decipher enters his gaze as he pushes inside me. I want to say it's easy and he slips inside me with ease but the truth is, he barely gets the head of his cock inside me before I'm panting and digging my nails into his shoulders trying to keep from crying out. There's a strain on his face, his jaw is locked as he fights to go slow and not slam inside me.

"Breathe," he grits out, without realizing it I've been holding my breath and suck in a large intake of air as he pushes in further drawing a strangled sound from me. The self-satisfied smirk on his face annoys me but the fucker has every right to feel proud of himself, because his cock is fucking huge and my poor pussy is stretching to its limits. God it burns but in a delicious way that has me unable to remain silent and throwing my head back. Taylan leans forward and captures my nipple in his hot mouth, drawing a sharp cry from deep within my throat.

My body reacts and pushes forward, forcing his cock further inside me. Taylan releases my nipple with a pained groan as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"Jesus Christ, you're killing me, Slayer," he growls.

"Fuck me, I need you to do it now," I demand. I expect him to reject me or refuse to move fast but instead, he slams the remainder of the way inside forcing a scream to tear out of me that has my own ears ringing. Our breathing is labored as we both try to calm ourselves. I feel so full, my pussy pulses around his large girth trying to accommodate his size. I'm not a virgin but the amount of pain I am in right now from his monster cock you would think I am.

"You're so fucking tight!" he grits out through clenched teeth. All I can do is stare at him as I try to breathe through the pain, whatever he sees in my eyes has his features pulling taut. "You okay?" I nod. "I need the words or I pull out and we stop, consent needs to be verbal, Slayer." My brows raise in surprise, I didn't expect him to be so worried about needing me to voice my consent.

"Yes," I rasp out.

"Yes what?"

"Yes. I want you to fuck me, is that what you wanted to hear, you—" Before I can finish telling him how much of a controlling asshole he is, he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back inside me. A loud moan escapes my lips as he repeats the same movement. I lull my head, allowing him free access to nip and suck at my neck. He doesn't bite hard enough to leave a bruise but the slight pinch of pain mixed with the pleasure he is inflicting on my body has my mind blanking. All I can focus on is how good he feels inside me, the way his cock strokes that sweet spot inside me has me making sounds unfamiliar to my own ears. As the pressure inside me begins to build, my hold on him tightens. "Taylan," I moan his name like he's the answer to a prayer.

"That's right, baby, scream my name." The dark look in his eyes would frighten most women but not me, I relish in the darkness I see buried in the depths of those blue eyes. I grip the strands of his brown hair and tug, loving the growl that escapes him. I silence his next groan when I seal my lips to his and begin pushing down on his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. The undeniable feeling of my orgasm cresting has me in a frenzy. The need to come outweighs all rational thought. I feel like a crazed woman as I begin to scrape my nails along his back, swallowing his hiss of pain. When the tension inside me becomes too much, I break the kiss and throw my head back.

"Fuck, Taylan! I'm coming," I cry out as he slams inside me one more time before I'm screaming his name as I come harder than I ever have before. He doesn't slow his pace or allow me to ease down from the high, instead he increases the speed in which he fucks me. I've barely come down before I feel another orgasm building. My shocked gaze meets his and I feel a hint of fear when I see determination in his gaze. I shake my head. "I can't," I whimper.

"You can and you fucking will. I want to feel that cunt strangling my cock as I come deep inside this perfect fucking pussy." His dirty words have me groaning, I want to fight him and plead that he stops but my body has other ideas. This is new for me, I've never come twice during sex or even had a lover that cared enough to make sure I was satisfied.

"Taylan, I can't." I try to plead again even as I feel the need to come building inside me rapidly. I loathe to admit it, but I fear that this second orgasm will have me passing out.

"Yeah, you can. You're gonna take this cock and come all over it so you know who this pussy belongs to." The pure dominance in his tone is what seals the deal. I hate when men try to assert their dominance and act like women are their property to be owned, but hearing him stake his claim over my pussy, sends me tumbling over the edge.

"Fuck!" I scream so loud my throat turns hoarse, this orgasm feels like it's splitting me in half. If it wasn't for his hold on me, I would swear that I was a puddle on the ground.

"Good girl," he praises me a second before he roars out his own release. A pang of annoyance hits me in the chest, I hate that I wanted to hear him come with my name on his lips! The both of us are breathless and panting, like we went seven rounds in the ring. Aftershocks continue to wrack my body as I try to regulate my breathing. You would think being an athlete that I would be used to hard workouts, but sex with Taylan… that is a whole new level of cardio! He doesn't meet my stare as he slowly eases out of me. I wince in pain and notice the slight look of guilt in his eyes before he masks it. He keeps a hold on my hips when he places me on my feet, and the moment he is sure that I am steady, he releases me and steps back.

Not two seconds ago we couldn't get close enough to each other but now, we both want to be as far away from each other as we can. I know that was just sex and nothing more, we both needed to decompress and take our minds off what happened, but I can't stop my mind from wondering why it felt so right to be in his arms.

"I didn't come up here for that… just so you know." I quirk a brow at him but don't call him on his bullshit.

"Why did you come up here then?" I try to keep my face blank of emotions but the moment I feel his cum leaking out of me and trailing down the inside of my thighs I cringe. His gaze drops and when he sees what has me cringing, a possessive look enters those blue eyes that has my breath hitching. He darts his tongue out to moisten his lips. I attempt to close my legs but he shoots me a glare that has me stilling.

"Fuck I like the sight of my cum trailing down those delicious thighs." Without uttering another word he drops to his knees, shocking the fuck out of me. Utterly stunned and at a loss at to what he is doing, I just stand here and watch as he swipes the cum on my thigh with his pointer finger, looks up at me and slowly pushes that cum covered finger inside my sensitive pussy drawing a whimper from me. "Throw your leg over my shoulder," he demands. I narrow my eyes down at him.

"Why?" I gasp and my eyes shoot wide when he hooks that finger inside me.

"You may think you are the boss and you are… in the ring, but when it comes to me getting what I want, I'm in charge and right now, what I want is to taste my cum inside this pussy so throw your fucking leg over my shoulder so I can eat your cunt." My jaw unhinges. As if my body and mind are no longer in sync, my leg lifts and hangs over his shoulder without consent. The fucker shoots me a cocky smirk and winks. I try to formulate a response but it dies on my tongue the moment his own swipes through my slick folds, drawing a sharp cry from me.

I'm stunned again for the second time, most men would never want to taste their own releases but not Taylan. He suctions his lips over my entrance and sucks. I whimper when his groans send vibrations through me. My hand tangles in his hair holding him in place when he pushes his tongue inside me. My other leg begins to tremble and almost gives out but he grips the globes of my ass, pulling my pussy in closer as he laps at it, drawing mewls of pleasure from me.

"Fuck, my cum tastes so good inside you, baby. I need you to come on my face and then push the rest out. I need to taste your come mixed with mine."

Sweet baby fucking Jesus!

I'm already so sensitive and know I won't last long, I can't draw this orgasm out, I need it now!

"Suck my clit and finger fuck that pussy and you will have me seeing stars in seconds." His eyes darken.

"When you come, you will be seeing me, not fucking stars. Those fucking things don't get the reward I worked for. I want your eyes on me, Slayer. I want you to see what I am doing to you." His challenge sparks something inside me. My gaze remains locked in his as he buries two fingers inside me, crooking them at the perfect angle to hit my G-spot. Shudders rock through me. The second he sucks my clit into his mouth and pumps those fingers inside me I detonate, screaming his name so loud there is no doubt that Kimber heard me. My leg wants to give out as he yanks his fingers free and suctions his lips to my entrance. Without thought, I push and watch as his eyes roll back and he swallows the remainder of his cum from inside me.

A warm sensation washes over me as I stare down at him, I have never seen a sexier sight than the one I am looking at right now.

"Fuck, we taste so good together, baby," he moans. I hold his gaze as I reach down and press a single finger inside myself. He watches my every movement. When I bring that finger to my lips, his mouth parts and a hungry look enters his gaze as I wrap my lips around the digit and suck it clean. I moan at the salty taste of his cum mixed with the tangy taste of my release.

Our release tastes like they were made for each other.

"Fuck, Slayer, I never hit the same pussy twice but I think I can make an exception for you, baby." Before I can answer him, the pounding on the bedroom door has him jumping to his feet.

"Get the fuck out here now, Gage just arrived," Kimber shouts. Taylan and I lock gazes for a second before we both scramble to get the fuck out of the shower and make ourselves presentable so my dad doesn't kill him and start a war with the Re Della Strada.