Page 67 of Like Fathers, Like Son
“So? Jesus Christ, Blaze! On top of everything you’ve already done, the previous times you did that to me, how could you?!”
I was completely fucking lost. I dragged my fingers through my hair, tugging on it before I released it, while I tried to figure out what the fuck she was on about.
“Babe, I don’t get it. You’re talking about last night?” She didn’t like the gentle version of me? That was probably just as well, because I couldn’t be him very often, could I?
“You drugged me. You drugged me, and raped me while I slept! Of… Of all the… you… why, Blaze? Why would you…” She started to cry then, deep wrenching sobs that resonated inside me, like I could feel them too. What was going on? How was that worse than forcing her while she fought me?
“I don’t… I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought it’d be easier on you, because I could stay gentle if you didn’t fight… Anneka, I did it for you,” I protested, reaching for her and slumping when she backed away again.
“Youcanbe gentle. You did… you… you were gentle,“ she murmured softly, swiping at her face to dash away those damn tears.
“I’m dark inside, Anneka. What’s inside of me,what drives me, is fucking evil. I know it, I can see it, and feel it, but I can’t help myself with you. I need you, and I need you all the fucking time. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting you, and if I see you, I need to be inside you. And if I’m inside you, you fight me. If you fight, I can’t keep that side of me away from you. I was trying to protect you.”
She dragged her sleeve across her eyes, and even pink faced and tear stained, she was still the most beautiful woman on the fucking planet.
“Well, you didn’t. You hurt me more, Blaze. You took away my awareness as well as my consent, as well as my fight. You can’t do that again.”
Anneka
FACED WITH HIM, THE memory of waking up covered in his masculine scent, finding his cum, and knowing he’d fucked me, was just so overwhelming. I felt more used and violated than I had when he’d done those things to me when I was conscious. I had no sense of why that would be the case, but I couldn’t let him do that to me again.
“Anneka, I need to have you. I need you to be filled with me, and covered in me. You’re mine, and I can’t let you go.”
I swallowed hard, finally meeting his eyes again, surprised to realise that his words weren’t the horror or the shock they’d once been.
“I know. It can’t happen like that again though. I have to be awake… aware. I have to know when you’re doing it.”
“I can’t be gentle, Anneka, I tried. I can’t.” He dragged at his hair again, cursing softly. “I can’t be anything but the darkness in me.”
I nodded, stepping closer to tentatively lay my hands against his chest. His eyes widened as he covered my hands with his.
“You… I can still have you?”
I took a steadying breath, then another, before I nodded once.
“Yes, but only if you promise to never do that again when I’m not conscious.”
Blaze grinned at me. “I prefer you awake and fighting anyway.”
Dear god, he really was a fucking psycho. He kept showing me these moments of vulnerability though, hints of the damaged, fragile soul inside the beautiful, brutish exterior.
“What if I don’t fight?”
His frown started small, and deepened incrementally as he considered my words.
“I have no idea.”
My whole body was trembling as I moved up on tiptoes, to press my lips against his. There was a split second where he seemed to freeze on the spot, like he didn’t know how to react, and then his hands cupped my face and a low groan rumbled from him and into me, as he deepened the kiss.
For long moments, that’s all we did. We stood there, kissing each other tentatively at first, then more firmly, our tongues warring as we both gave us a chance, and just stayed in the moment.
Blaze couldn’t know that I was doing this for the child we had already created, that my conflicted feelings for him were further burdened, by this crazed suspicion that I could somehow smooth all the wrinkles of our relationship, and his hard edges, in one fell swoop.
Blaze moved suddenly, lifting me with both hands under my ass, my legs looping around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He carefully laid me down on it, trailing his lips down my throat, and flashing me a small grin when I shuddered at his gentle touches.
“Yes, Blaze, god yes…”
He looked stunned, as if somehow my acceptance of him, and my willingness to risk being with him, were more than he’d ever expected. He shrugged his jacket off and let it drop on the floor, then he lifted off his hoody and t-shirt, baring that tattooed chest to me as he leaned close again.
