Free Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance by Annette Fields

intensity of the release overthrew him and he collapsed on top of Helena. Wrapped in her arms, they shuddered and twitched against each other as they each came down from orgasmic highs. 
    Both slick with sweat and panting for air, Helena cradled Torsten's head on her pillowy breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, which made him feel… something. His scalp tingled and he shuddered again, still oversensitive, but he smiled.
    He felt... happy. The realization came slowly, as it was an unfamiliar feeling to him. The feeling went deeper, beyond the satisfaction of a good fuck. Everything about Helena fit him like a puzzle piece and not just her body. Hearing her talk dirty and begging for him took him to a level of passion he never experienced before. It went deeper than lust, it was a true connection. 
    In that moment, though, she appeared to think differently. 
    “Torsten. Get off me. I have to leave,” she urged, trying to prop herself up from under his muscled form. 
    “Mmm, but I'm comfortable,” he protested. He shifted his weight to slide both arms underneath her back and wrap around her, pulling her into his broad chest. Even after all their sweating, she still smelled fantastic. 
    “I'm serious. Let go of me,” she demanded but did not push away from him. 
    He pulled away just enough to look at her face. Even in their after-sex disheveled, sweaty mess, she looked absolutely angelic. “What's wrong?” he asked. 
    “What's wrong?! ” she repeated, with panic in her voice. “You just had sex with me!” 
    He cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. “Last I heard, you were a perfectly willing participant.”
    Helena sighed. “Yes, I enjoyed it, but it shouldn't have happened.” 
    Torsten placed his mouth against her ear again and felt her back arch ever so slightly. “I specifically remember you telling me to fuck you. To make you come. That you wanted my sperm deep in that delicious pussy of yours.” 
    She pulled away again. Fucking hell, Helena. You're breaking my heart here,  he thought. 
    “I'm sorry,” she began. “You just... kissed me and I got carried away... It's been a while,” she added bitterly. 
    “Same here. Thanks to you not taking up my offer last night.” 
    Helena snorted. “Yeah, right. What's a long time without sex for you, a few hours?” 
    “Several weeks,” he answered with a completely serious face. “I mean, sure, it's available. But you could say I'm... picky.” 
    Helena rolled her eyes, but Torsten swore he saw the hint of a smile and a faint blush in her cheeks. 
    “Anyway,” she said, pulling further away from his embrace. “I did what you suggested after all. I’m the biggest Mjolnir whore now but at least I have a story to sell.”
    Torsten narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?” 
    She looked at him like he sprouted three heads. “Can’t you see? I finally divorced the band’s junkie drummer, then two days later I fuck the same band’s guitarist!” A dry laugh escaped her throat. “It’s a fucking joke. If I tell this story, I’ll be able to pay my rent but I can never show my face in public again.”
    He stroked her arms gently in an attempt to be comforting, but she remained cold and stiff in his arms. “You can not say anything and use the money I gave you.” 
    “I told you I don’t take handouts.” Her eyes refocused on his. “I work for my money. It was just stupid of me trying to find a scandal without becoming one.”    
    “Jesus fucking Christ, Helena.” He released his arms wrapped around her and sat up on the couch, the frustration dripping in his voice. “So what kind of scandals have you found concerning me? Orgies with hookers? Fights and arrests? Completely fucked up in public like your ex-husband? Have you ever fucking seen me do that?”
    “No,” she admitted, but still looked away. Silently, she slid off the couch and began gathering her clothes.
    “So what are you so afraid of? This is not an issue if