Her Shadows, His Secrets

“Hanna. I will claim you in front of all of these people if you don’t listen. You have a few seconds to get up before I lose my composure.”

“This is composed to you? You are such an ass.” I stand, and before Ryland and the other guys scurry off, Theo hollers after them.

“Touch her again, and I’ll detach your fucking hands from your arms.”

“Theo!” I yell as he takes my hand and pulls me away from everyone. I try to keep up, but his long, determined strides are making it impossible, and I start stumbling as we head down a dirt path surrounded by trees. “Theo! You’re hurting my arm, and I’m going to face-plant!”

He stops abruptly, making me collide with his back. He whips around, his honey eyes that black-color they turn whenever he is aroused. I swallow thickly when I see that lust pointed right at me, but what’s more dangerous is the anger that accompanies it.

“What in God’s name is your problem? And why are you here?” I tug my arm free, and he stays perfectly still, his chest heaving up and down. “Theo?” I ask again when he doesn’t respond.

“You let another man touch you.”

Lightly jerking my head back, confused, I respond, “What? Shaking his hand?”

“Yes, shaking your hand,” he rumbles, so low you would almost miss it.

“Theo, I’m not your girlfriend, and we aren’t a couple, and even if we were, shaking hands doesn’t mean anything. That’s a bit crazy, don’t you think?”

He’s on me then, grabbing my hip and my throat, moving me back and against a tree.

“We may not be a couple, but I made it very clear when my cock was in you that you’re mine and mine only. I won’t share, and I wasn’t fucking playing, puppet. If a man touches you again, I will detach his fucking hands from his body.”

Our eyes search each other, and something about his possessiveness combined with the lust in his eyes…I cave. I give in to it. His lips are on me and mine on his, our tongues tasting and captivating one another.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about this cunt and how fucking good you taste, Hanna,” he says between licks and bites on my neck. Throwing my head back, I moan, and he goes to cover my mouth.

“Shh, they will hear you.” I realize that if anyone walks maybe a hundred feet, they would see us, and Brenda is here. I don’t want her to hear this either.

“Reach down like a good girl, move your bathing suit to the side, and offer your beautiful cunt to me, baby. My cock is hungry. I need it.”

I nod, wanting him just as badly. I shouldn’t after what he just did, but maybe the madness is where I thrive too. The desire and the obsession for each other’s passion.

I do as he says, and he unbuckles his belt and messes with his zipper and button, freeing his hard cock.

“So pretty. Such a pretty pussy,” he praises me, my head lulling back as he slowly enters me.

“Don’t get too comfortable, puppet. I’m going to fuck you hard. Show you what happens when you let other hands touch what I own.”

“Oh God!” I cry out when he slams all the way in and starts to relentlessly fuck me. No compassion, no mercy. He fucks me. Thrust after thrust without pause, and the bark of the tree scratches my skin, adding both a touch of pain, but a bite of pleasure.

“I came here because I wanted to take you to my house, cuff you to my bed, and fuck you out of my system,” he groans in my ear, still thrusting into me without missing a beat.

“Then do it. Please,” I beg him. I want to see him unhinged. I want to know these promises of pleasure he keeps telling me. So far, it’s been absolute pleasure, but he hasn’t shown me the darker side of what he says he plans to do, and our time is limited. When I look back on this, on my time with him, I want to remember every detail. Recall all the wild things I did that I will never be able to do again. I want. It. All.

“Oh, I plan on it, but first…you come. I want you to soak me, and then I want you on your knees, saying you’re sorry with those pretty lips. God, you have the sexiest lips.” He bites them for emphasis.

“I’ve never—oh God,” I whimper, he cock hitting me so deep and in that one place I swear he has a map to. “I’ve never done that before. You have to teach me.”

“Fuck! You just make me crazier.”

“How?” I moan as he keeps hitting that spot, and I’m seconds away from orgasming. The bite of the tree bark hardly even registers in my mind.