He placed both hands to my waist and slowly began to inch his hands up my body. The speed with which he worked grew more and more intense. The sound of bodies together echoed off the walls.
His hands kept going, up and up my body. Creeping over my breasts, I groaned, waiting. But he kept going again. Fucking torturing me with his touch. As his hands touched my neck, I put my head back. I shut my eyes and was lost in a world of pleasure. The deep feeling that rushed through me was nothing I felt before. Not just Finn fucking me but something more.
His fingertips dug into the back of my hair and he forced me to look at him. His forehead came forward, touching mine. Everything about him was overpowering. His body smelled of man, of a fight, a musky smell that tore through all my desires. Finn was the man every woman dreamt of but ran from.
I had my chance to run.
And I did run. Right to Finn.
His eyes were as sexy as ever, dark and beautiful, haunting with an intense passion. His hips bucked at me with hard thrusts and I knew he was getting ready.
Holy shit, it’s going to happen… he’s going to…
“Ah, fuck,” Finn groaned.
He was there, right on the cusp, ready to explode inside me. We were both completely vulnerable, held hostage in a sick game, yet we both fucking loved it.
I loved…
“Fuck,” Finn said again.
Then he pulled away from me.
27.
(Finn)
I placed my cock between us and kept thrusting at her. Shayna lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around mine. Her mouth was open as she breathed heavy. Her eyes looked shocked, maybe defeated.
I pulsed, one fucking thrust away from letting go.
Everything between me and Shayna somehow played in my mind during that last second before I lost control.
I pulled back and reached down, grabbing my dick. As I slid my hand up, feeling the slickness on my shaft from her amazing body, I hissed. I came forward and felt the warmth of her pussy. She molded against my cock as I sank deep. I buried my face into her neck, groaning as my cock let loose.
I came over and over, my body thrusting each time I spilled more into her. Me wearing nothing to protect myself from her and her having nothing to protect herself from me. This was really it. I couldn’t do a damn thing about it now.
I pressed harder at her, deeper.
Shayna’s hands grabbed my back, her nails ripping at my skin.
I kissed her neck and then around to her mouth. We kissed for a few seconds before I broke it off. When I looked at it, I felt it. I felt it right in my chest. I was falling for her. Hard. Fast. Bad.
“We did it,” she whispered.
She bit her lip. She was uneasy. She was terrified. Rightfully so.
Christ, I had just come inside her with the intention of getting her pregnant. Not because we were in love and wanted that romance shit in our lives. Because Fiore wanted the baby.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered. “Because what it…”
“Well, well, well. It’s about fucking time.”
I looked back and there was Fiore.
My shorts were down to my ankles. My ass flexed as I was still inside Shayna.
“I knew the fight would help,” Fiore said. “But I’m still not done with this. I want that fucking kid made and delivered.”
Fiore shut the door and I looked at Shayna again. Any and all feelings were stripped from the room. I backed away from her and didn’t know what to do next.
Other than to take her back to the cabin and fuck her again…
28.
(Shayna)
I felt guilty as sin as I walked out of the bathroom. I wasn’t sure how my hair looked. I knew my face was burning red. The rest of my body felt the same. Between my legs I was still a mess, but it was the hottest mess possible.
I walked next to Finn and he gently grabbed my hand, holding it. As we went through the corridors of the abandoned building, the yells and cheers of the crowd echoed around. It made me realize that Finn was a warrior. Maybe this wasn’t the exact life he had dreamed of, but it was the life he embraced.
Plus, he won the fight. And he fucked me.
Fiore saw the ending of it, which mean he had his damn proof. So hopefully that meant he would leave us alone.
I touched my stomach and realized it didn’t really matter, did it? All it takes is one time to create life. To create a baby. I looked at Finn and thought about what we had done. The whole process could have been started already.
Never in the last few years had I thought about having a baby. Or being in a relationship. Or anything that involved a normal life.
Not that I would ever have that with Finn.
If I was pregnant… Fiore wanted the baby.
It made me shiver.
“This way,” Finn said.
We turned and he kicked open a door. Then we were outside, the back parking lot of the building. It was quiet, calm, and made me feel uneasy.
“Are we supposed to be leaving?” I asked.
“Nope,” Finn said. “But we are. I’m done.”
“Are you going to get in trouble?”
Finn looked at me and grinned. “After what Fiore just saw, I think we’re good.”
My cheeks burned hotter.