Page 32 of Fighting for the Forbidden
“I thought it would keep you away.” The laugh that falls from his mouth has a shiver running down my spine.
“Keep me away? Fucking hell, Lauren. You should know that nothing would have kept me away.”
“But it did,” I scream. “My dad kept you away for six fucking years. Six fucking years, Ben. You just disappeared and I had no fucking idea what to think. I had no choice but to get on with my life, and Joe was like a breath of fresh air when I met him. He listened to me in a way no one else did. He understood in a way that no one else could, and by some miracle he brought me back to life.”
“He threatened me, Lauren. Threatened you. If I didn’t leave, he was going to take everything from both of you. I did what I thought was the best thing for you at the time. I was young, naïve, and I thought I was doing you a favour. I don’t give a fuck about Joe, Lauren. You lied to me.” He stands, and I hate the feeling of him looking down on me like I could be less than him.
“You left me,” I fume, standing, holding his stare. “I risked everything for you and you fucking left.”
His jaw tenses, the muscles in his neck pulsing with anger, his increased breaths rushing over my face. Then I blink, and everything changes.
His fingers tangle in my hair and I’m pulled against his mouth. His tongue parts my lips and I accept him inside willingly. Our tongues tangle and duel as we pour our anger and frustrations into our kiss. Teeth clash and bite, but it only spurs me on. I step up to him, but his casted arm stops me from pressing myself against him and feeling the hardness of his muscles against me.
Reaching my hands around his back, I run my nails down until I hit the waistband of his boxers. A growl rumbles up his throat, sending my desire into overdrive. Slipping my hands into his underwear, I grab onto his arse and start walking him backwards into our room. I should be putting a stop to this. I told myself I wouldn’t allow this to happen, but with his lips on mine and his hand on me, I’m powerless to do anything but to give in to what my body craves. And right now, it wants what Ben can give me more than it wants air.
“I fucking need you, Lauren,” he moans when he comes to a stop by his bed and rips his lips away from mine.
Dropping his face to my neck, he starts pulling at the strap over my shoulder with his one working arm, but it doesn’t get him very far.
To help him out, I turn so he can find the zip. Pulling my hair to the side, I give him access to my bare skin. He wastes no time in dropping his lips to me, kissing and licking his way towards the fabric. Once he’s there, he finds the zip and slowly drags it down. The sensation of the fabric tickling my skin has lust shooting to my core. I moan as it falls from my shoulders, catching on my peaked nipples.
Ben sucks in a breath as he steps back and takes in my bare skin. “I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” Turning me, he pushes me down on the bed and encourages me to lie back when he places his knee beside me. Pain twists his face and it’s obvious that he’s not able to take charge right now like he’d like to.
Slipping out from under him, I place my hands gently on his waist and push him towards the bed. His eyes widen as he stares down at me.
“Just do as you’re told.” His expression darkens. His eyes flick over my face before dropping down to my bare breasts.
“I think I can manage that.”
Tucking my thumbs into the sides of my thong, I make a show of pushing it from my hips. Ben’s cock twitches behind the fabric of his boxers, and it’s all the encouragement I need. “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
“Never.” I give him a hard stare, but he doesn’t waver.
“Lie back and take what I’ve got to give you.”
“My pleasure.” He slowly drops his back to the bed, his eyes never leaving me.
My heart hammers in my chest and my core throbs for what’s to come.
Once he’s settled, I grab onto the elastic of his boxers and pull them down his legs. His cock springs back against his stomach and my mouth waters. But as much as I may want to taste him right now, I’m too impatient for what I need. I need something to break the tension within, and Ben is the only way I know how.
Climbing up his body, I try not to move the mattress too much, but he still winces in pain. I know I should stop. There are a million reasons why I should, but I already know that none of them are enough to stop me right now.
I take him in my hand once I’m hovering over his waist. His body tenses with the sensation, and his eyelids flutter in pleasure. Lining myself up with him, I slowly sink down, gasping when he fills me to the point I swear I might burst.
“Fuck,” I moan when my body gets exactly what it needs.
Dragging my eyes open, I stare down at Ben. Both pain and pleasure are etched onto his handsome face. His eyes are hard with anger still, and his teeth grind, making his jaw pop. He needs this release just as much as me.
Lifting up, I drop down on him, probably harder than I should, and we both cry out. But I don’t stop. I pour every bit of anger, regret and remorse for what we both lost and what we could have been into my movements as I fuck him with everything I have. He lies lifeless below me, his fist clutching the sheets beneath him. I’ve no idea if it’s because of pleasure or pain. A sadistic part of me hopes it’s the latter, punishment for everything he put me through since the day he walked out of my life and now everything he’s dragged back up since reappearing.
“Fuck, shit,” I moan as my release starts to creep up on me. I can only feel the beginning tingles, but I know it’s going to knock me for six. A few minutes of mind-numbing pleasure to forget is exactly what I need right now.
Grinding my hips down on him, I take everything I need to push myself over the edge.
“Shit, Lauren. Fuck, baby,” he groans. The muscles in his neck are pulled tight, his eyes squeezed shut. I know he’s getting close, I can feel him swelling within me.
I drop down on him one more time, and my body takes over as my orgasm slams into me. Light flashes behind my eyes as heat radiates through my body. My muscles convulse and I have to fight my need to collapse onto his body beneath me as I drag in lungfuls of air.
