Dare To Love Again

Suddenly we were tearing at each other with our nails and teeth as he fought to get deeper in me, and I tried taking more of him into my body that was shaking with intense passion overload. I started to go up and over only at the last second, remembering that we weren’t using protection but not knowing how to ask him to stop.

Then I felt his hand in my hair, pulling my head back roughly so he could look down into my eyes, and the words he spoke sent thrills of fear and lust coursing through me. “You owe me a child from beginning to end. I’m not letting you go until I get what I want.”

I tried to stop moving as his words registered in my mind, but once again, my body took over, and I found myself caught up in the maelstrom once again.* * *CALEN

What the fuck is wrong with you, Addison? I hadn’t meant to say those words to her, had no intention of sharing that much of myself, or opening myself up like that with the woman who’d betrayed me. Though her reaction stroked my ego and left me wondering even more why she’d left me if the thought of carrying another one of my children made her pussy leak and snap around my cock like a vise, the shit is confusing.

I stopped moving inside her but kept flexing my cock in her as I watched her in the throes of orgasm. I’d forgotten how beautiful that sight is, forgotten what it does to me seeing her like that, knowing that I was giving her so much pleasure. “Why did you leave me?” What the fuck?

Too late to take the words back now; they were already out there. I’d barely given her time to come down before asking, and now she was looking up at me with something approaching fear in her eyes. I knew before she opened her mouth that she wasn’t going to answer me, not with anything approaching the truth anyway, and that pissed me the fuck off. “Answer me, damn you.”

I hate the way her eyes filled up with tears, the way she seemed to want to get away from me. But there was nowhere for her to run since I had her pinned to the floor with my cock. Her reaction annoyed me, no end. The fact that even now, even after all that she’d done, she still refused to tell me anything.

I forgot where I was in my anger and ended up pulling out only to force her onto her hands and knees in front of me before driving my cock back in with enough force to shake her whole body. She screeched and reached around to cover her mouth. “Don’t wake the baby. Since you refuse to obey me, this is what you’ll get until you come to your senses. Each time you defy me, it’ll only get worst.”

I used my cock to punish her while smothering her screams with my hand and when I was done, I buried my cock to the hilt inside her, spilling my seed and not giving a damn if she came again or not. I pulled out and pushed her away, thoroughly disgusted with the both of us as I got to my feet. How the fuck had we come to this?

In two years, I’ve never allowed myself to dwell on what she and I had together before she betrayed me. I always looked at it as she left and was no longer a part of my life. I had to cut off all thoughts of her, or I would’ve gone mad in those first few days after she left. Then once the dust settled, I was too angry to think about her in any capacity other than to hate her existence.

Had she not borne my son, I can honestly say I would’ve gone the rest of my life without ever crossing paths with her again. But here we are, and she still refuses to tell me what the fuck is going on? How can I not think the worst? How can my mind not visit the darkest of places?

My eyes fell on my son asleep in his crib, and I felt a moment of guilt for what I’d just done to his mother, who was still lying on the floor, sobbing her heart out. I didn’t want to feel, didn’t want to care, but I needed to do something for him, for his future. But I don’t have it in me to open up myself to her again, especially not when she’s acting this way.

So I tamped down on any empathy I felt and gave her one last warning. “You have until tomorrow noon to tell me why you left and kept my son away from me. If you do not comply, I will kick you out of my home and file for custody of my son. Your choice.” I left the room before she could respond, no closer to any of the answers I’d come looking for.