Tattered Love (Needle's Kiss)

moan low and deep from my fast moving chest. I watched his eyes become heavy with desire as he pumped his fingers faster. Holding on tight to one of his shoulders, my head thrown back against the wall, my hand continued to grasp and pump his angry looking cock.
    “More,” I panted, “I need…Mace, I need more.”
    He groaned as he pulled his fingers out, put them in his mouth and sucked. “You taste so fucking good, baby”
    He reached behind him into his back pocket, producing a small foil packet which he ripped open with his teeth.
    My lips parted in a groan, and I moved my hands pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down off his hips while he rolled the condom on. My head fell to his shoulder, only to shoot back up as he entered me swiftly, balls deep. “Mace, oh God!”
    “So God damn tight and wet,” Mace ground out. “Fuck! This is gonna be quick, babe.”
    He’d started pumping his hips hard, quickly finding a perfect rhythm. His pelvis ground against my clit every time he pushed up and in. I felt my orgasm building seconds before it hit me. “Oh God! Fuck, Mace,” I yelled as colorful sparks burst behind my eyelids. The world exploded as my walls gripped him tight, setting off his own release with a roar. “Fuck! Baby!”
    His cock was still hard and twitching when he slid me off him and down the wall. He looked down at me and said in a still effected voice, “Let’s get a few things straight. I’m not a toy. You being pissy at me only turns me on, and this ‘thing’ has no Goddamn rules, except you are mine, Scar.” He helped me fix my dress, quickly disposing of the used condom before retrieving my discarded bag and said, “We’re late. Let’s go.”
    Apparently, my voice and reason had left me during the afterglow of great fucking sex. Through his speech, I simply looked on, wide eyed, bruised lipped and breathless. It was definitely not as I’d planned it to go— stupid freaking hormones! God! Apparently, I had turned into some kind of hussy. All he had to do was caveman speak at me and I wanted to jump him. No rules my ass. I wasn’t giving into him; he could think what he damn well wanted; it was fine by me.
    Then I went and followed him out to the car like some kind of... Some kind of girl ! I was starting to dislike myself.
    Something needed to change. Soon.

 

     
    We pulled up to Ma’s after a fairly quiet ride, since Scar was mad at me or some shit. She had this stupid idea about rules. The only one I agreed with was that I wouldn’t share her. Not with anyone. The thought of anyone touching her sweet little body made my blood boil. I wasn’t sure if she even realized the flaw in her cute little display of said rules. Even after she laid down the law, she still came on the date with me.
    Scarlett was going to learn a few important things about me; if I wanted something, I’d do almost anything to make it happen. It had been part of my job in the special ops for around ten years. It was drilled deep in my head: work any angle you could find to your advantage, the end result should never be any less than victory. Scarlett triggered something in me that I hadn’t felt for a long time. She seemed to calm the storm in my mind; my anxiety and hurt dimmed when she was around. It didn’t matter her mood, so long as she was near me, shit was just easier. The only nights I managed to sleep without the nightmares was when she was beside me. I hadn’t known her long, but I had a way of reading people. Scarlett had been hurt by someone she trusted, someone close to her. She had trust issues, that much was plain as day. I was determined to break down her carefully built walls.
    I wasn’t without my secrets, ones that haunted me night and day—secrets she would find out about eventually. It was an asshole move, but I hoped I could get far enough under her skin before she knew about my past. I wasn’t a good person. I was responsible for the loss of more than one life; I wasn’t good enough for a woman like Scarlett, but she made me want to be the person she deserved.
    The hardest part of it was that I was keeping the darkest part of my life a secret which was attached to the most precious thing a person could have. Love. Losing her had broken me, shattered a piece of my heart that would never heal. One mistake that had cost me my world.
    “Mace?” Scarlett’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned toward her concerned face. Shit, I was zoning out. “Wait there and