Not Sorry

I run as hard as I can, trying to fit between the tiny gap that Owen has left between his body and the opening to his apartment. I run and think that I’ve made it inside when I feel his hands come around me, pushing me back. His hands go around my neck as he pushes me back out of his apartment, and his eyes are dark with rage. I’ve never seen Owen so pissed off before. Not even when he was drunk and thrown out of a bar.

“You don’t get to do this to me, bitch. I propose, and you marry me. I didn’t throw the last year away on you to have you say no. Do you understand me?” Owen asks, his hands still firmly around my neck.

He isn’t really trying to choke me, more just to contain me.

I kick him hard in the balls, and his hands immediately let go of my neck. I feel Sean walk up behind me. I look up at Sean and see an even darker rage in his eyes as he peers down at Owen.

“You’re lucky that Olive got to you before I could. If you ever touch her again, I will tear your body into pieces before burying each body part on a different continent to make sure you are never found or thought of ever again,” Sean says, his voice full of fury.

I look up at him, but his eyes don’t soften.

“Let’s get your stuff, Olive, and then get out of here,” Sean says, guiding me away from where Owen is crumpled on the floor.

I step back inside Owen’s apartment, and my heart is pounding so fast that I can’t even think.

“Olive, where is your stuff?” Sean asks.

“Bedroom. The cat is probably also under the bed.”

Sean grabs my hand and leads me that way as Owen stumbles back into the apartment. Sean pulls me into the bedroom and then locks the door behind us. He stops and strokes my face as I look up at him.

“Are you okay?” I ask, looking at the anger still in his eyes, afraid he is going to go kill Owen if we don’t get out of here soon.

He laughs gently. “I should be asking you that.”

I smile weakly. “I’m fine because of you.”

He shakes his head. “No. You’re more than fine because of you.”

His lips gently find mine again, like he’s afraid to roughly touch me because he might break me.

“You can kiss me harder than that. I won’t break,” I say.

He takes a deep breath. “I know. You’re stronger than I ever thought possible. And you’ve learned something.”

I cock my head to one side. “What?”

“You said you weren’t sorry.”

I grin widely. “Well, I’m not, and he needed to know that. We should get my stuff and get out of here.”

I turn and head toward the closet to grab the couple of items that I have stored there when Sean grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

“No, I think we have more important things to do first.”

His lips crash down on mine, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. My whole body comes alive again when he kisses me. It’s a strange feeling that I thought I would never feel again. I thought we were done after the last time. Evidently, Sean has changed his mind. And I’m more than happy to go along with his new plan until he pushes me back onto Owen’s bed.

“No! We can’t,” I whisper as my eyes grow large.

Sean removes his suit jacket and then slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. “I want you, Olive. Watching you put Owen in his place was a major turn-on.”

Sean removes his shirt, and all I can think about is how I want to feel his hard body on mine again.

“What better way to get back at Owen than by fucking in his bed?” Sean asks, his eyes full of hunger and need.

It doesn’t take any convincing for me to decide that I want him to fuck me on Owen’s bed.

“Is that what you want, Olive? For me to fuck you?”