Innocent Pawn Ch. 08

Her lips parted soundlessly as her lashes fluttered close, shame filling her at the thought of believing all those lies her father had fed her.

Slowly she opened her eyes, and he was stunned by the anger that blazed in them.

“You never once, in all the time you held me here against my will, breathed a word of this to me, of your mother, or of what my father had done. You locked me in this chamber, you - you forced yourself on me, you got me with child. Then you let him take me without a fight. Go out of here!” she cried. “I can’t bear to look upon your face. You are no better then him, full of half-truths and deception.”

“Bella-“

“Get out,” she cried.

“Bel, it’s not –“

“Fine. If you won’t leave, I will,” she said determinedly, pushing at his shoulders as she tried to climb off the table. His fingers closed around her waist, holding her captive, and she kicked out at him.

“Listen to me,” he muttered, rocked by her fury.

“No!”

She gasped as he forced her knees apart and moved between them before she could close herself against him. His hands caught her wrists and dragged them above her head, pinning them against the wall as he gazed down at her.

“I couldn’t tell you what he did for fear that you loved you father, and I didn’t want to hurt you by exposing the truth about him even if I thought there was a slim chance you would believe me.”

She glared mutinously at him, blinking back tears.

“Listen to me, little one,” he murmured, shifting against her so that she felt him then, hard and insistent where he pressed between her thighs. “I hadn’t planned on getting attacked that day in the fields, of using you as bait. Lust for you sweet body overrode all caution when I took you for a ride with every intention of seducing you, and both of us nearly suffered the consequences. It was only by sheer luck that some of my men were returning from a hunting expedition and stumbled upon us. My men outnumbered your father’s three to one, and they bartered for my safety by allowing them safe passage off my land. Your father’s men were cowards, and they refused to give you up, so I let you go, not thinking for an instant that your father or his men would hurt you.”

“But you came and used my body then left without a backward glance.”

He closed his eyes at the wealth of pain in her words. “I shouldn’t have come to you then, but I couldn’t stop myself. My men and I were gathering information, how may men he had with him, his weapons, how long he could be expected to last in a siege. I risked the lives of my men and yours so I could come to you, but I couldn’t take you with me, as much as it hurt me to leave you. It was too dangerous for you, and I could not afford to alert your father.” His mouth moved tenderly over the tears that spilled down her cheeks. “It was the hardest decision of my life to leave you, yet I had to see you, if only for a few minutes.”

She turned her head away from him, and his hands released hers as he caught her face in his fingers, turning her back to face him. “Do you know what I’m trying to tell you, Bella?”

She gazed at him, the anger dying from her eyes at what she saw in his face. Some spark of uncertainty made her shake her head.

“I love you, little one. I think I loved you from that moment you were carried into my study, scared and defenceless as a newborn kitten.”

“I had a knife,” she muttered petulantly, and he smiled, kissing her on the nose.

“Yes, my brave, sweet Bella, you had a knife, and I still bear the mark you gave me.” His hands gently drew apart the folds of her chemise, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“W-what are you doing?” she gasped as he pushed the straps down over her shoulders so that her arms were pinioned to her side. Fingers tangled in her scarlet tresses, tilting her face to his as his mouth descended to hers. She whimpered as his lips slanted over hers in a hot, demanding kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. Her small hands rose to clutch at his shoulders as the intensity of his kiss forced her head back against the wall, and she lost herself in him, wrapping her legs around his thighs as she moved against him.

“Still you defy me, refusing to give up all your secrets to me,” he murmured hotly as he tore his mouth from hers to gaze down at her. “Know that I will drag them from you one way or another.”

“W-what secrets?” she murmured distractedly as his hands slid up over her creamy thighs. She felt a thrumming begin between her legs and she quivered at the thought of what he might do to her.

“Think, Bella,” he murmured as he leaned back slightly to gaze down at her damp red curls that contrasted deliciously with her milky-white skin. He barely contained a groan at the alluring sight of her stockings clinging to her thighs and the handful of soft flesh above their restraints.

She trembled as he knelt before her, his hands pushing her thighs wider apart beneath the intensity of his gaze. A shiver ran through her as his fingers traced the dewy valley, running up and down her plump pink lips with light, teasing strokes.

“Leonn,” she moaned, her hips pushing down on his hands, demanding more. “Please…” She arched as his long fingers parted her plump lips to expose the lush pink folds, shivering at the feel of his hot breath against her melting flesh.

“Tell me what it is I want to know, little one,” he commanded, his burning amber eyes locked on hers as his fingers explored the slippery petals, teasing her, stroking her, pinching her lips together.

“I don’t know,” she cried truthfully. She gasped as a long finger slid up inside of her. “T-tell me what it is.”

He laughed as his finger swirled in her tight sheath while his thumb teased her nub, and she writhed on his hand, her breathing coming is short uneven pants. “It is not something I can tell you, little one. Only you can give it to me freely.”

She gazed down at him helplessly, her hips bucking against his knowing fingers, her body moistening, opening to him, unable to deny him anything. His burning eyes told her he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed, and her gaze dropped lower, down over the flat belly, to the full, heavy shaft rising from its nest of golden curls, hard and swollen and glistening.

“I want you,” she murmured, lifting her wide eyes to his. “Now. Inside of me.”

She saw a shudder run through his large frame, and a dry chuckle escaped him. “It’s a start, little one.” He rose before her, moving between her spread thighs as he caught her face between his palms and he kissed her hard. She arched against him, feeling the hard, pulsing length of him pressing against her heat, and he groaned against her mouth.

Her fingers clutched at his hips as she felt the tip of him probing her damp folds, sliding along her damp cleft until he found her dewy gate. She moaned as he nudged at her before sliding up between her tight walls with one brutal thrust as he drove himself to the hilt.

“Tell me your secret,” he murmured hotly against her ear before he eased out of her before surging back into her with a fierceness that took her breath away. She could barely think as her body stretched around him, taking all of him in as he slid up deeply inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, drawing him closer, her body clenching tightly around him. “Tell me,” he muttered as began to take her with brutal strokes on the narrow side table, spearing her yielding flesh around his invading column. A helpless moan escaped her as his hand closed possessively over her breast, sending shivers of heat down between her thighs as his thumb brushed over the aching tip.

“Leonn, please” she gasped, arching against him. “I can’t think…”

She whimpered as he stilled inside of her, and her body clenched and unclenched around him in protest, drawing a groan from him.

“Tell me what is in here, little one,” he murmured, rearing back slightly to gaze down at her as his hand came to rest above her breast. Her lips parted on a soundless sigh as her wide green eyes met his burning amber ones. “Yes, Bella, that is your secret.”

She moistened her suddenly dry lips. “I…you must know how I feel about you.”

He gazed down at her, and she squirmed on the thick column impaling her. “I want to hear the words, little one.” His fingers caught her wiggling hips, holding her still as he fought for control.

She dropped her head and shyly mumbled the words. His finger beneath her chin tilted her face up, and she met his questioning amber eyes. “I love you,” she whispered, and a smile curved his lips and lit up his eyes.

“Thank God,” he breathed, his mouth slanting over hers as his tongue delved her moist depths. His hands slid down to cup her bottom lifting her tightly against him as he began to drive into her with long, powerful strokes, and she arched against him, opening herself to each searing thrust. His burning amber eyes were reduced to mere slits as he gazed down at her, watching her expressive face as he plundered her sweet body. Her fingers dug into his bottom as he speared her, fusing his body with hers as his groans stirred the damp tendrils at her temple.

She writhed on the hard length of him as he impaled her, pushing down to meet the fierce strokes, the slap of his body and the knock of the table against the wall filling her ears. She was uncaring of the tightness in her thighs from the long ride, or the roughness of his demanding thrusts as he took her savagely, his need as desperate as hers as they clung to each other. Moisture trickled down between her breasts as he drove into her melting heat, her body stretching around him with each thrust as he slid up deep inside of her.

Her soft moans filled his ears as he rode her, her body quivering as the tension built between her spread thighs. The breath caught in her throat as his thumb delved in the damp nest of curls at the apex of her thighs, finding the pink jewel hidden in their depths. Her body felt as though it were on fire as he speared her on the thick column of his shaft and his mouth sucked on her neck as he teased the pulsing bud between her thighs, driving her into a frenzy of need.

“Leonn,” she moaned as she shuddered around him, her fingers raking down his back as sensations spiralled through her, her whole body tightening as he plunged into her. He caught her wrists, dragging them above her head as he took her with driving thrusts as her tight pussy rippled and shuddered around him, sucking him in and dragging the breath from his lungs as her climax rocked through her. He drove into her slick heat, his gaze locked with hers as he forced her pleasure on. His glistening body rode hers with hard sharp thrusts, her breasts jiggling under the sweet force. When he could hold back no longer he poured into her, filling her with his warmth, his fingers clasped with hers where they were pinned against the wall, his gaze never leaving hers as he took her with final, brutal thrusts.

When finally they caught their breaths his hands drew hers to his shoulders, and he caught her around the waist as he lifted her and carried her toward the bed, their bodies still joined. She winced where his fingers pressed against her bruises even as her arms tightened around his neck as she sought to move closer to him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.

Leonn frowned down at the top of her head in concern. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she murmured, shifting slightly in his grip and her lips kissed his damp flesh. “It’s just my back.”

“Your back?” he queried, and her eyes widened warily. He slowly eased from her as he lowered her to the ground. “What about your back?”

She gazed at the floor, unable to answer as humiliation filled her. She swallowed hard as his hands on her shoulder slowly turned her and he gently lifted her hair, sliding it over one shoulder. He was silent for an age as he gazed upon the livid purple bruises slashing across her back. She flinched as his fingers softly traced the line of one bruise.

“Who whipped you?” he demanded, struggling to get the words past his tight throat. “Was is your father?”

Bella slowly shook her head in shame. “Marie,” she whispered.

“Marie,” he said calmly. Too calmly. “You forgot to tell me about Marie.”