Page 8 of Freeing Souls

All I know is, she can’t leave us. I won’t let her. Not now.

Instead of answering, she shakes her head and tries to hide her face again. Growing tired of how she is retreating further and further into herself, I get a little snappy. “Alright, get up,” I say as I stand and hold out my hands for her to take. When she doesn’t, I raise my voice. “Get the fuck up, Harley.”

When she still doesn’t, I reach down and grip under her arms, pulling her up until she is standing in front of me. “Stop this shit and talk to me, Harley.”

Something in her snaps, because she narrows her eyes on me before shoving at my chest. I refuse to move, so she balls herhands into fists and hits my chest harder. “I can’t do this,” she says through clenched teeth. “I can’t be normal. I can’t be okay with losing someone or even thinking about losing one of you. I can’t be the comforting, perfect girlfriend you all need and deserve. I. Can’t. Do. It,” she says as she heaves and hits my chest with each word.

No. She doesn’t get to do this. Gripping her wrists, I pull them up before pushing her until her back hits the wall, and press her wrists against it on either side of her head. “Shut up. You don’t get to do that. You think the rest of us aren’t scared? Harley, I never cared about anyone or anything before you. I thought I cared about my brothers, but I don’t think I really truly did until you came into our lives and made me feel things I never thought possible. So, no.”

I breathe through my nose, trying not to yell at her. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to decide you aren't what we deserve. You are scared. You are trying to protect yourself from the unknown pain that comes when something like this happens. I fucking get it. But you don’t hide from us. You don’t run from us. And you most certainly don’t fucking try to leave us. You forced these feelings out of me. You made me love you, and I will love you with everything I am for the rest of my life, even if it means I have to tie you to my fucking bed so you can’t let these thoughts make you think you can leave us now.”

Her eyes narrow to slits, and she opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, I move her hands above her head, trapping them against the wall with one hand and slapping my free hand over her mouth. “No, I’m not fucking done. You want to be scared? Talk to us. You want to be pissed something happened? Tell us. We will help you fight it out of your system. But you don’t get to just worm your way into our lives and make us all fucking love you and then try to say you can’t do it anymorebecause one of us is hurt. It doesn’t fucking work that way,” I seethe.

Harley wiggles in my grip enough that my hand loosens just enough for her to open her mouth and bite down on my hand—fucking hard. “Fuck.” I yank my hand away, glancing down at the blood dripping down my hand. When I look back up at her, she yanks her hands away and shoves me hard enough, I stumble back a step.

“You don’t get to tell me I can’t leave. If I want to fucking leave, I will. I will never be someone's captive again. I will never be at someone’s mercy like that again, you fucking asshole.” She shoves me again, and then her hand comes flying at my face, smacking me hard enough to split my lip. Licking my bleeding bottom lip, I glance at her and raise a brow.

“I’m not fucking taking back what I said. You will never be at our mercy in the way you are thinking and I think you fucking know that. But do you really think Ryker would just let you walk away? Are you telling me you really want to walk away from us? You would rip out Grayson’s heart and take it with you. You would make Ryker lose his shit. I’d–” I pinch my lips, refusing to even think about what her leaving would truly do to me.

Shaking my head, I scoff and take a step towards her again. “No.”

“No?” she repeats back, her chest heaving as I take another step towards her.

“No. I don’t want to continue this ridiculous conversation. You aren’t fucking leaving. I know it and you fucking know it.” Step. “What do you really want, Harley? You want me to show you how possessive you’ve made me?” Another step. “Do you want to fight to distract yourself from your fears?” I take the final step, bringing us chest to chest. She tilts her head back to look at my eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you until these intrusive thoughts you’re having leave your mind?”

When her breath hitches and her pupils dilate, I can’t help but smirk down at her. I have my answer.

“I–” she starts and then bites her lip and glances down. Using a finger, I push her chin up until her eyes meet mine again. “Tell me you aren’t going anywhere and you're just scared.”

“Cade—” she starts but doesn’t continue. Moving my hand to grip the front of her throat, I press my lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Taking everything I can from her, I leave her gasping for air and gripping my arms, her nails digging in until the point of pain. Releasing her throat, I reach down and lift her from the backs of her thighs, walking forward until her back slams against the wall. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I move my hand back up and grip her throat again, pressing her against it.

“Tell me.”

She shoves against my chest and then digs her nails into my forearm. “No,” she whispers.

“Harley...” I growl.

“No.” Tears gather in the corners of her eyes. “No. I– Please, just take my mind off everything. Make me stop thinking.” She tries to lean forward to reach my lips again, but with my grip on her throat she can’t. “Cayden! Please!” She says desperately.

Wanting to take away the fears, pain, and desperation in her voice, I give in and kiss her again as I guide her legs back down until she is standing so I can undo her jeans. I yank them down and help her kick them and her shoes off before I lift her up again. When her legs wrap around me and I kiss her again, she reaches between us and quickly undoes my jeans, pulling my cock out. She rubs her hand up and down my shaft, making me groan against her and bite her bottom lip until I taste blood.

“Fuck,” she hisses. “Please, Cade.”

Part of me wants to slow this down, wants to take my time devouring her body for the first time, to make sweet love to her,but now isn’t that time. Right now, all I want to do is punish her, make her feel me for days, get it through her head that she can’t fucking leave me.

I yank her soaked panties to the side as she lines my cock up with her entrance, and with one hard thrust, I enter her, groaning as she gasps and digs her nails into my back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harley chants.

Not giving her any time to adjust to me, I pull out and push back in, harder, and continue to thrust into her sweet, tight cunt. It’s like nothing I have ever felt before, and I have to fight hard to stop myself from coming on the spot. “Cade!” she squeals, lifting slightly to find relief, but I grip her hips and hold her, still pounding harder.

“No. Take it, baby girl. Feel me everywhere. Feel what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard. You make me love you. You make me fucking pissed. Fuck!” I shout, slamming my hand against the wall and kissing her swollen yet soft lips.

Harley makes me feel like I am going insane. I knew loving her would make me feel in ways I never have before, but the thought of her wanting to leave or being so scared of losing us she would much rather not have us makes me feral.

Pulling my hand away from the wall, I run it down between our bodies until I reach her clit. I circle it with the pads of my fingers, making her gasp against my mouth and jolt against me. When I feel her walls tightening around me and her body tense up slightly as she tosses her head back, I pull out to just the tip and pause my fingers on her clit.

“What the fuck?” she shouts and shoots me a glare, trying to move against me, but I don’t let her.

“Tell me.”

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