Page 13 of Tainted Essence
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.