Page 12 of His Daggered Heart

“No.” I won’t admit that it hurt.

Without notice, he plunges into me from the back and I can tell he doesn’t have a condom on. Fuck! Like an idiot, I forget about it as the pleasure of him thrusting inside my wet pussy rolls through me. He fucks me unapologetically, a punishment for time lost, and I fucking love it.

The sound of my pleasure dripping between us is the most heavenly sound, and I’ve missed this.

He smacks my ass again, harder this time and I pull away. I don’t get far because he still has a grip on my hair. He pulls my body upright and whispers in my ear, “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. I better not ever find out you gave what’s mine to anyone else. Do you understand me, angel?”

I don’t answer. Instead, I roll my ass in circular motions so that he feels the pressure of my walls clutching him. He groans as he pushes my head forward, releasing my hair.

His hands move to grip my hips firmly as he thrusts into me as deep as he can. Hard and fast.

“Do. You. Under. Stand?” Each thrust is harder than the last and I whimper.

“Yes, please! I- I understand.” His punishment feels like a reward as he reaches around to rub my clit.

“Only I can make you come, my pretty little poison.” And he does. He makes me come all over him, my orgasm belonging to him. Regret washes over me as the euphoria comes to an end. What the fuck have I done? Why did I do this? Oh my fucking god, I’m so fucking stupid.

Chapter 12

Kohen

IleaveAlex,andalthough things were a little awkward after, I’m sure it’s just because we fucked in a car in the school parking lot during the day. I want to text her but I also don’t want to be a little bitch. She is used to me waiting on her hand and foot and that’s fine. I will because I love her but right now I’m guarded. I need to protect my heart because if she hurts me again, I don’t know if I can survive it.

I drive back to the training center. I need to change and pick up all my shit. I ran out of there so quickly when I got that text message that I only grabbed my keys after rinsing off.

I pull into the parking lot since it’s just a short drive from Alex stands. And there she is. With him. I get out of my truck and walk over to where he stands leaning into her car. The Texas heat isn’t helping the anger building up inside me. I can’t believe she is sitting there with my come dripping out of her pussy while she is talking to him. Like nothing.

I walk right up to him and shove him. He stumbles, not knowing what the fuck is happening as he makes eye contact with me.

“Kohen, stop!” Alex shouts, her angelic voice shaking. “What are you doing here?”

“I fucking train here, Alex, you know this. Yet you come here for him after we just fucked?” Her eyes widen as I confess our sin to her precious cowboy. He stands there, seeming unaffected by the confession.

“What is your damn problem, man?”

“What, she didn’t tell you that we fucked? Or that she was meeting me?”

“No, she didn’t because it’s not any of my fucking business,” Levi responds.

“Kohen, please.” She’s out of the car now, her hands on my chest and gently pushing me away.

I comply, confusion taking over my thoughts. What does he mean it isn’t his business?

I look down at her, my angel, and I see nothing but fear. “Do you love him?” I ask, not wanting to know the answer to the question.

“Kohen,” she says quietly. “It isn’t that simple.”

I cradle her face in my hand, breaking eye contact as I stare up at him. He looks like he doesn’t know if he should come closer or hang back. I shut my eyes, taking a deep breath and I look back down at her.

“Fucking you was a mistake. I’m sorry I let it get that far. We’re… I’m not ready for this. He can have you.”

“Kohen, no, listen. We just need to talk.”

“Talk to him, Alex.” I take a step back, removing myself from the equation. “I hope he makes you happier than I ever could. That’s all I want for you.” The tremble in my voice is an embarrassing reminder of the depth of love I have for her, my pretty poison.

“Kohen, please. Don’t walk away again. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” The shake in her voice tells me she’s crying but I can’t bear to look at her. Her voice is like Lucifer’s song, pulling at my heartstrings like she is gravity, and she might as well be because, without her, I feel like I’m floating through space and time without purpose.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Kohen. I love you,” she whispers.