Guard Me (Broken Heroes 4)

“Are you still bleeding?” He turns the water on, and steps into the shower, extending a hand outward to me.

“No.” I take his hand and groan when the heated water lands against my back. When I look up at Ivan there’s a hunger reflecting in his gray eyes.

“I think you knew what you were doing when you asked me to take a shower with you kitten.” His tone is playful, and makes me smile.

I step closer and reach for his erection but he snatches my wrist, in an unbreakable hold.

“Not today kitten. I can’t have sex with you but I can give you pleasure.” He grins before spinning me around and pulls me flush to his chest, so my back is pushed against his front. I feel his penis press into my lower back, right above my ass cheeks and I wonder for a moment what he is doing. He said he can’t have sex with me, because of the checking, whatever that is, but knowing what the future holds, that some rich man is going to take it makes me want to give it to Ivan even more.

With that thought I lean forward and push my ass back against his raging erection.

“Violet.” He grits out, each finger on his hand wrapping around my hip, holding me in place. My name on his lips sounds strange, not to mention I didn’t even know he knew my name.

“I want you to be my first. If I’m going to be sold anyway why does it matter. If this is the only thing I have that’s mine to giveaway then I want to give it to you.” I peer at him over my shoulder…I can see the confliction in his eyes.

“No. I want you, fucking believe me, I do, but I can’t. If they find out you aren’t a virgin when the doctor checks you then it’s procedure to give you to the men. The higher ups, then the lowers. Eventually you’ll be sent to the whorehouse, that’s if you don’t die first, and I refuse to fucking subject you to that because I wanted to get my dick wet.”

I gulp at his confession, “Oh…” It’s the only thing I can say. I’m a whole lot of shocked. Shocked that he would tell me these things, shocked that they would do that to someone. Overall I’m just so fucking surprised at how cruel of a bitch the world is.

“But I can do other things to you. I can finger you..” He releases my hip and trails his fingers down my lower back, over my ass, and between my legs. “I can eat you out. Feast on your pussy.” I shiver at his brash words.

“I’ve never done either of those things.” My chest heaves at my admission.

“Don’t say shit like that kitten, not when I’m already barely hanging on by a shred.” I shivered, feeling every word he said down to my core. He nudged my thighs apart with his hand, and pressed me against the tiled wall. I turned my head placing my cheek against the cold surface.

My hardened nipples moved over the damp tile, sending sparks of pleasure between my legs.

“I’m going to finger you…then I’m going to taste you on my tongue. If you want me stop at any point in time just say so, but know I will not touch you again. Not even if you beg me, kitten.”

His body was big enough to loom over mine, and well I felt one of his hands between my thighs, the other gripped onto my hip, guiding me to where he wanted me. With my chest pressed against the wall and my ass jutted out, I feel exposed.

Our eyes connect, and I feel the heat of his body seeping into mine as he leans into me, all his hard edges touching my soft curves.

“Fuck you’re beautiful Violet, so fucking beautiful.” His breath fans against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Please…” I whimper, unsure of what I am asking for. I feel his fingers spread my lips, and I gasp at the sensation. Another finger glides over my engorged clit and a shudder of pleasure moves through me.

“Have you ever played with yourself?” Every slip of his finger over my clit makes it harder to think, harder to breathe.

“Yes…” I admit.

“Did you ever come?” He asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. I remember the few times I made myself come with my clumsy fingers. I felt not even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.

“Yes.” I confess again, the movements of his finger halt and I damn near scream in frustration.

“Please don’t stop…” I sound desperate and maybe I am. I want his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body on mine. I want to feel wanted, and cared for. He leans his head down and nibbles on my shoulder. I let my head fall to the side to give him better access to my neck and he takes full advantage of it, kissing, licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh. My moans echoes throughout the small shower stall and right back into my ears.