Authors: Vivienne Harris-Scott
“
The trouble with love is, it can tear you
up inside
Makes
your heart believe a lie, it
’
s
stronger than your pride
It
doesn
’
t
care how fast you fall, and you can
’
t refuse the call
See, you have no say at all.
”
- Kelly Clarkson, singer.
CHAPTER 39
Vi
Their first kiss had been violent. Their
coupling, urgent, unrelenting, unforgettable.
As
she had been fidgeting with the electronic key to open the door of her hotel
suite, she had felt his presence behind her. She had turned and looked at him
expectantly. No words were exchanged. He had just pushed the door open.
He
took her lips and she nearly drew blood, biting his tongue and digging her
nails into the back flesh of his neck. He responded in kind, pushing her
against the door, holding both her wrists above her head with one strong hand
while pressing his hardness into her body as his free hand slid her dress up
and in a single motion, ripped her underwear before he lifted her leg around
his waist. She moaned into his mouth as she felt one of his fingers graze her
clit and apply hard pressure to it, as another entered her core. She whimpered
when his tongue left her mouth to reach the crook of her neck, only to bite it,
as his hard member penetrated her in one swift, determined stroke.
Under
his ferocious touch, a side of her she didn
’
t know she had, had awakened. Irrevocably.
"Oh...God...yes,"
she had hissed, accepting him completely as he fucked her with deep and brutal
strokes. Her essence, her spirit, her total consciousness flowed down to the
hard and pulsating part of his body between her legs. Every sensation was
centred on his heavily veined member
plowing
in out
of her clinging cunt. In and out, he drove himself into her again and again,
striving to make them one. The top of her dress open, her nipples, getting
chewed between his teeth, in complete rhythm with her hands holding and pulling
his hair equally matching harmonically each stroke from his body into hers; her
sanity snapped, and only the fire in his pounding mattered.
Time
stopped as she and he fucked, and fucked.
“
Mine.
”
he had claimed her, taking her mouth
again, when she reached her first climax, as if his only purpose in life was to
bring pleasure to her. As he had continued to hammer himself into her with
boundless energy, he had been rewarded again when her body violently trembled
and writhed against him as she had climaxed for the second time. Not slowing a
beat, he had continued to pound, deeper and harder, without pause. Her cunt was
full of him, sweat poured down her neck and breasts, as he continued to lick,
bite, and suck so hard, her flesh was almost raw. Yet, she found herself
whimpering and moaning against his neck, urging him on, uncontrollably. Finally,
she had felt him explode inside the clenching, squeezing, clutching core of her
womanhood.
Pleasure,
so pure, so intense it hurt, had burst upon her brain filling her with agony
and ecstasy at the same time. He had cried out
“
Mine.
”
with tears his eyes, as they had looked
at each other, almost mystified by the intensity of what had occurred.
“
Yours.
”
she had surrendered, crying into his ear,
as they clung to each other while the spasms subsided.
He
had spent the rest of the night getting acquainted with every inch of her body.
((~~!~~))
Mine.
Julian
’
s word
.
Ethan
’
s word
.
They
were like night and day, and yet both men have claimed me, with the same single
word. Almost in the exact same way. The first time our skins touched.
Ethan
’
s claim, had been brutal, Julian
’
s tender, but both spoken with a finality
that was uncontradictable. A simple stake, making clear where they stood where
I was concerned.
When
I told Kevin I wasn
’
t
either
’
s,
I had lied.
I
was Ethan
’
s
once, and he was mine.
((~~!~~))
As she had settled in herself into the
business class seat for the 7-hour long haul, she had been forced to think of
Ethan. She absently touched her wrist, caressing it.
She
never thought about E. Never. It was usually too painful, because thinking of
Ethan meant thinking of Luca and she didn
’
t want nor need pain in her life, so she
avoided it. Had been avoiding it since she had left Sydney over five years ago;
never once looking back, never once thinking back.
That
was the price she paid for being able to breathe.
Yet,
since meeting Julian, Ethan has been invading her thoughts, more and more.
Soon, she
’
d
have no choice but to confront them, confront him.
There
was only so much running she could do, and the place where she could run away from
her thoughts hadn
’
t
been invented yet.
Yes,
she wished she could run away from her thoughts.
For
five years, she managed not to have them at all. For five years she had been
fine, content even, never to have to think of
him
.
Hell,
she even managed to divorce him without having to give him a
thought!
Julian
’
s claim, unbeknown to him had awakened her
deepest fear: being herself, losing herself. Losing herself to a man.
Because
that
’
s
what had happened the one and only time a man had claimed her.
The
stake costing her, her mind, body and soul. It almost cost her
her
life.
Now
because of Julian words, because of that fleeting moment when her own body
responded to his claim, it all had come flooding back, overwhelming her; her
mind has had no other recourse but snap and make her run as far away from him
as possible.
Everything
they
did, everything
they
were. It all came flooding back, in
that moment.
These
things she had tried to forget and locked away in the recesses of her mind;
these things, she so clearly remembered. That
’
s what scared her.
Ethan.
Her
husband.
Her
lover.
Her
rapist.
The
father of her one and only child.
The
love of her life.
Ethan.
Her
yin.
((~~!~~))
Their first coupling had been brutal.
They
were two educated, cosmopolitan and sophisticated individuals, high achiever in
their respective fields, in full control of their lives and even met at one of
these classic cocktails parties people with money and time love to throw to
make themselves feel important.
Nothing
in their previous lives preparing them for what would happen between them.
When
they had left, he had enquired about having his chauffeur take her back to her
hotel, she had countered with a walk in the beautiful streets of The Hague as The
Intercontinental was only a mere ten minutes away.
It
was simple, romantic even, the premise of a boy meet girl uncomplicated affair.
She
had found him charming at the party and simply wanted to extend their time
together, even though he had already made it known that he would be delighted
to have her visit him in London where he was returning the following day.
Simple
really.
But,
he had intrigued her. Every time their eyes had crossed at the party, there had
been something in them, calling out to her. She couldn
’
t define it, but it was there.
It
wasn
’
t
just sexual attraction; that, she was used to. That, she had no problems
handling.
After
all, we may love with our heart, but first we lust with our eyes.
No,
she still clearly remembered, she had been intrigued because she felt like she
knew this man from another life, almost like their meeting had happened before,
almost like they were reincarnated souls who had met before. She still recalled
how the thought had brought a smile to her face.
Yes,
she had known without a shadow of a doubt, something would occur between them.
Their
dinner had gone seemingly well without any awkwardness, and even after the
customary nightcap at the bar, nothing had prepared her for what had followed.
Nothing.
It
wasn
’
t
the fact that he took her without preamble or tenderness, against the door of
her hotel room. It wasn
’
t
the fact that they had spent the next six hours fucking like animals until
their bodies were raw and exhausted; an experience unlike anything she
’
d ever lived before. It wasn
’
t the fact that he told her he wanted her
to come to London with him the very next morning to pursue whatever it was that
was happening between them.
No.
It
was the fact that he had known something about her when she hadn
’
t.
It
was the fact that he was the missing piece, making her complete, when up to
that night she hadn
’
t
known she had been incomplete, until him.
It
was the fact that he invaded her mind, body and soul, almost by accident, and there
was almost nothing she could do about it.
He
made her discover things about herself she didn
’
t even know existed, and embraced every
single one of them. He fulfilled a need she hadn
’
t known she had.
Her
need of pure and complete acceptance, of all of her.
He
was her Yin.
A
few whispered words against her ear, a bite and slight pressure against her
wrist. That
’
s
how it had started.
He
had asked her to come to the airport to wish him farewell as he was going back
to London. She had argued she couldn
’
t, she had to finish some draft for the
conference and needed to be at the International Court of Justice by 10:a.m.
when his flight was scheduled to leave at the exact same time. She had agreed
to come see him on the weekend, which was only three days away.
Things
were settled.
They
had showered and dressed and were ready to exit her suite and go their separate
ways, when he had come and pressed himself behind her back. In front of the
large full size mirror, he had taken her left arm with his and circled her
waist, holding her tight against him, as he silently looked at their
reflection. His right hand had taken her free wrist and he had gently whispered
in her ear,
“
Say
it.
”
while he had applied light pressure to her wrist, watching her.