Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“We’ll cross paths again, Sawyer. Life has a funny way of throwing people into your path when you’re meant to collide. It’s up to you to choose to make it permanent.”

“Nope. I could get pregnant just looking at you. Go away.”

“Whatever. Let me just get the money for—” “You put any money out and I’ll shove it down your throat,” he warns, his voice deepening dangerously.

“That you could ruin me with just the tip,” I admit, grinning when he looks a little taken aback. “What makes you think I’d fuck you?”

“You’re going to ruin me, too. But unfortunately for you, that’s where I feel most at home.”

“I’m tired of men who don’t know what they’re doing. So, kiss me first. If you don’t know how to fuck me with your mouth, then you won’t know how to use your dick, either.”

“You want me to fuck you with my mouth? I can do that, baby. But it will be your pussy I’m fucking.”

“Absolutely not,” I say, shaking my head. “No. No way. I change my fucking mind.” I point at it. “That will puncture a lung.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” I assure her. And it’s the truth. I will keep her safe from the sharks. Just not from me.

I’ve never been good at making the right decision.

“Tell me how you can fuck me so easily knowing that you’ve stolen from me.”

“You wanted to be a shark expert, baby girl? You wanted to take that from me? Then you gotta learn how to fucking swim with them.”

I desperately thrash against him, feeling like the predator in the water is going to come up any second and bite me. Meanwhile, Enzo continues to move inside me, his other hand bruising on my hip.

“I want to know the name I should’ve been moaning that night.”

It’s not hard to see she’s as broken as they come—the only thing warm about her is her pussy.

Jeez

How my heart cracked when he woke and looked so disappointed that I was alive.

“Oh my God, you're unhinged. No more fish for you. Clearly, it messed with your critical thinking skills.”

“As pretty as that mouth is, I'm going to need you to fucking shut it.”

“I want to hear what it sounds like when you’re breaking and can’t scream.”

Or maybe it’s because, amongst the darkness, I’ve found a safe haven.

“No, bella ladra. I’ll never fuck you again, not even when you beg me to.”

ill be coming back to this.

A man wouldn’t touch a woman without their consent,” I volley back. “Plus, a bathing suit isn’t an invitation to be violated.”

I can smell your pussy from here. That’s not nothing.”

“Oh God,” I cry, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. “Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.” “Why?” I pant, another high-pitched moan nearly swallowing the word. “Because you worship me now.”

God, how could I not worship him? Sex with him is the only time I’ve ever prayed.

“Don’t ever think of yourself that way. And don’t ever think that I will, too. You’re so much more than the people who have hurt you.”

“What happened to you does not define you. It only forged a new path that will take you to a different version of yourself. But no one can force you to walk that road; only you can determine who you will be once you get there. It’s your choice who you become, Sawyer.”

“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”

“Because I want to be the only thing that keeps you up at night, bella ladra,” he growls. “And if anyone is going to hurt you, it’s going to be me.”

“I lie to myself every day. I tell myself that I'm so fucking addicted to you because of how sweet your pussy tastes or how it cries so easily for me. But I know it's only because of you.”

We built our tower to Heaven, but God is angry again, and once more, we’re speaking different languages.

I've just been too stubborn to give up doing the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Live.

“You will heal, Sawyer. And as long as you are with me, you will never have to cause pain again. But when you are between my teeth, I will make you bleed. I will make you hurt instead.”

“I wanted to say it was the truth when you asked if I hated you, but I couldn’t lie, so I said nothing. And every time I laid eyes on you today, all I could think was that I never really did.”

“Choose to live, bella. Choose me.”

I’m not ready to walk away from the whispers of death, but something about the way Enzo holds me is so much more enticing.

He doesn’t know it, but in this very moment, I am choosing him.

Unable to contain the salacious smile on my face, I lean until my lips brush against his ear. “Good boy,” I whisper.

My eyes begin to roll when he hits a particular spot inside me. But the moment I do, a sharp crack fills the air, followed by a searing burn across my cheek.

And then he restarts his movements, driving into me and using my cheeks as leverage to keep me in place.

“What’s wrong?” he mocks, pulling tighter until I squeal. “Does it hurt?”

“That’s it, you love being a good girl for me, don’t you, baby?” he drawls. “Just like you love coming all over my cock like a desperate little slut.”

“Because I feel so much for you, Sawyer.”

“If you want me to stay with you—choose you—then I want you to get on your knees and apologize for how you’ve been treating me,”

Can she see a man falling in love with a little thief? Can she see that I don’t want to but will submit to it anyway? Just as I’m submitting to her now.

“You are good enough, Sawyer. You’re nothing like I said you were, and everything I said you weren’t. You’re strong and brave, and above all else, you’re admirable.”

“I want you to kiss my favorite toe first.” I quirk a brow, and she lifts her left foot and points to her pinkie toe. “Kiss it, Enzo.”

“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,” I tell her, my voice dipped so low, it’s nearly unrecognizable.

“Would you like me to crawl to you, bella?” I question, gravel lining my throat. “Bow at your feet and find a home beneath you? Or would you like to climb onto my back, where I will serve you and take you to places with a point of your finger?”

“You are so sleeping on the floor tonight.” For her, I would.