Page 43 of Takedown

He sprints to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. Before I can get comfortable, he grabs one of my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, spreading me apart, leaving me completely exposed and at his mercy. His knuckles rub against my clit, and I whisper, “Adam.”

He spreads my legs further apart and lays his big body on top of mine. “Say it again,” he commands. “Say your husband’s name.”

He grinds into me, and I can feel his heavy, thick cock between my legs. It’s so close. If I can just adjust my body a bit, he could slip right in, but he presses me to the bed. “Say your husband’s name, love,” he whispers again. I almost combust at the endearment. I touch his chest and run my hands over the scarred skin. “Say it.’

“Adam.” I lower my voice and say his name. “Kiss me, Adam.”

His blue eyes darken, and he crashes his mouth to mine. He’s hungry, kissing me so hard and deep that I know he’ll bruise my lips. Strong hands hold on to my hips while he continues to grind. Without breaking the kiss, he flips us over.

“Oh!” I say, shocked by the sudden movement.

“Ride me.” He slaps my ass and sits against the headboard. He lifts me. It’s so effortless. He aligns his dick with my slit, and I’m so wet that I slide down his throbbing manhood.

He thrusts hard, piercing me and filling me to the hilt. I grind down, and he goes up. I lean down and kiss his neck. He groans so loudly, it fills the room. I bite his earlobe, and he shudders. Goosebumps spread over his body, and I bite the taut skin on his collarbone.

We fuck so hard, the headboard slams against the wall, but neither one of us cares. I can’t get enough of him, and when he reaches over and takes one of my stiff nipples into his hot mouth, I throw my head back and call his name again.

He sucks and pulls my nipple before turning his attention to the next one. The entire time, he never lets go of my hips. With this position, you’d think I’d be the one in control, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s controlling all of my moves, how deep he goes, and how much pleasure he gives me. He owns my body, and for the moment, I let him have all of me. He holds me tight as I grind and ride him until the feeling of euphoria overtakes me and I come loudly on his cock.

He’s not far behind. He grunts and pumps a few more times before he slams his eyes shut and moans my name. I collapse on top of him. He’s still in a sitting position and I lay my head on the side of his sweaty neck.

I roll off and lie naked on top of the bedspread. He comes close to me and pulls me to his side. I wrap a leg around him, and I know my dripping pussy is leaking on his skin, but neither one of us cares. He reaches over and tweaks one of my nipples and I bite my lip at the sensation.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I blush. It’s been years since I’ve had a boyfriend, and even then, I don’t remember anyone ever calling me beautiful before.

“You don’t have to say those things. We’re already married.”

“I think maybe you need to hear it.”

I try to pull away, but he holds me to him. As much as I love his body and how strong he is, I hate how he can easily subdue me. There aren’t many people who can.

“Don’t,” I warn.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t feel bad or sorry for me about my relationship with my mother. I learned a long time ago to accept it for what it is.” His fingertips glide along my nipples again, calming me.

I wait for him to lie and say he doesn’t feel bad or sorry. Underneath the anger I felt radiating from him, I saw the look in his eyes. It’s the same one Alex gives me whenever she’s around me and my mother. But neither Alex nor Adam would ever understand. Adam’s mother adores him, and I know Alex’s mother did too before she passed away.

“Has it been like that all your life?” he asks.

“Pretty much. At least as long as I can remember, but things really went south with us on the day of my high school graduation. Jason had graduated college that year, and I overheard her talking to my aunt. In a nutshell, she was proud of Jason for graduating top of his class and getting into medical school, whereas I barely made it out of high school. At least that’s what she said, but that wasn’t true. I just didn’t get into any of the colleges she was hoping for. She told my aunt that at least she had one kid she could be proud of.”

I don’t see pity in his eyes, but they become angry. A muscle in his jaw ticks, but he pulls me closer and I lay my head on his chest. The sound of his heart calms me, and I tell Adam everything I overheard that morning. “I’ve never told anyone that before,” I whisper afterwards. “Not Jason. Not my dad. Not anyone. How do you tell anyone that you heard your mother say she regrets having you? I always thought it would hurt too much to speak those words, but telling you is freeing, Adam.”

“I’m glad you’re telling me, love,” he whispers.

So, I take a deep breath and tell him more. “Our relationship never recovered. I went to college, but it took me five years to finish. I hardly went home. I would stay with my aunt. The part I regret the most is that I took my hurt and anger out on Jason. I picked a fight with him that day and told him I hated him. I can still see the hurt in his eyes. He’s been nothing but good to me. Always. Even when I was horrible to him.”

My eyes fill with tears at the thought of wasting all those years being angry towards him.

“He’s a smart guy. Sort of.” I playfully punch him, and he laughs. “Even if he doesn’t know the specifics, I’m sure he knows your mother played a part in everything that happened. He couldn’t have been too mad because he asked you to come live with him.”

“That was only after I was in trouble again. I lost my job and found myself in some legal trouble. Jason hired a lawyer who got the charges dismissed. My mother pounced when that happened. It’s like it proved her point about me always being a screw up and a troublemaker. She brought it up her first night here.”

He kisses my forehead and says, “We all do dumb things when we’re young, Mel. We do dumb things when we’re older too. We’re all human. What’s important is that we learn from them. I’ve made my share of mistakes,” he says.

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