Free Unmasked: Volume One by Cassia Leo Page B

curses in French.
    “ Merde! ”
    I race into the living room and he chases after me. He catches up to me in the kitchen as I’m reaching for the knife drawer. He grabs my hair, yanking me backward.
    “Help!” I cry out and he covers my mouth again as he bends me over the counter and forces my cheek against the cold tile.
    “Shut the fuck up!”
    It’s a low, snarl. An animalistic and primitive warning. A tone so cold and threatening it makes me long for the beautiful voice that’s haunted my dreams for the past week.
    His fingers woven through a large chunk of my hair, he tightens his grip as he pushes my face into the countertop. With his other hand, he undoes his belt and pants, then he forces his way inside me.
    I whimper with pleasure, then I remember this is supposed to hurt. “Ow.”
    He thrusts into me and my belly slams against the sharp corner of the countertop. I cry out again, but the pain is real this time as the counter digs into my stabbing scar. Again he pounds me harder, and harder, one fist clutching my hair, the other covering my mouth. How is he supposed to hear me say freesia or rose ?
    A real tear rolls down my temple and onto the tile and, without knowing, he rubs my cheek against it. Driving my healing wound into the edge of the countertop. Repeatedly and desperately I cry out, but his hand muffles my howls.
    “I’m moving my hand, but you are not to say a fucking word. Understand me?”
    I nod my head and he slowly removes his hand as he drives into me. I sob through gritted teeth and he uses the hand he just removed from my mouth to reach forward and stroke my clit. He’s determined to make me come.
    “Oh, please. Please stop.”
    “Shut up.”
    He buries his cock so deep inside me, I fear he’s going to pierce my vital organs. All the while, he caresses my clit until I turn to jelly beneath him.
    “Freesia. Freesia!” I whisper before he can come inside me.
    He eases me off the counter and my legs are so weak. It makes it easy for me to pretend to collapse onto my knees on the kitchen floor. He wraps his thick arm around my waist and lifts me off the floor. Then he turns me around and cradles my face in his hands.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    A small surge of emotion bites at my throat and stings at the corners of my eyes as I think of everything I’ve learned the past two days. I swallow the sadness and look up. I want to push that stupid hood off his head and tell him I’ve already seen him. But I can’t.
    “No. It felt good … to be taken.”
    He wraps his arms around my shoulders and, sliding my arms around his waist, I bury my face in the front of his sweatshirt. Then I allow myself a few more tears. A moment passes and he loosens his hold on me so he can tilt my face up to look at him.
    “I’m going to make love to you properly now.”
    Make love? I almost say the words aloud, but I stop myself just in time.
    Love.
    Ha.
    I lick my lips then I stand on my tiptoes so I can press my lips to his. I brush my lips against his mouth without kissing him. He nuzzles his nose against mine and I feel the longing in the pit of my belly. That desire that I’ve tried to deny myself since his last visit.
    I slide my tongue into his mouth and it pleases me when I hear him groan softly. I clutch the front of his sweater and pull him down so I don’t have to stand on my tiptoes. He takes that as a cue to squat down a little and wrap his arms around the tops of my thighs. Then he lifts me off the floor and carries me to the bedroom.
    I can hear his belt buckle clinking, dangling from his pants as he lays me down on the bed. This is okay. I can do this the normal way. We can call it making love . But this time, I’m going to be in control.
    I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Then I reach for his pants so I can pull them down.
    “What are you doing?” he asks softly.
    “I want to taste it.”
    His jeans fall to the floor and I grab his hips to push him back a little. Then I