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After a few minutes of just silence, I began to twist my hands together as I fearfully called out, “Hello?”

I was grabbed around my waist, and turned around before I was bent over something. When my legs were spread apart, my breath slammed out of my lungs. I reached over my shoulder, blindly reaching for him, but he pushed my hand away. He lifted my leg, putting it on the table next to me before sliding his fingers between our bodies to stroke along my pussy lips before holding me open so he could rub his tip against my core. A groan slipped from between my lips as I pushed back against him, slowly taking him inside of me while I bit my lip to hold back the moan that was fighting its way out. When I couldn’t take him any deeper, I stopped to let myself adjust to him as tiny waves of pain rolled through me. I let out a shuddering breath as his hands moved down my back to stop at my hips.

As he started to pull back, he pushed me forward a little, easing me off of his erection before slamming back into me hard. I cried out as pain radiated out from my pussy, moving through my body. He pulled out to slam back into me even harder, rocking me forward. When he started to pull out again, I tried to pull myself up on the table to escape from his rough thrusts. This was not what I wanted. Not with him. I couldn’t do this again with another man. After another thrust, I cried out loud as panic set in.

“Please, that hurts,” I whimpered.

He immediately froze before lowering my leg to the floor and turning me around. He picked me up to set me on the table, nudging my legs apart. I stiffened, bracing myself for another violent thrust, but it didn’t come. Instead, his fingers found their way back to my core, teasingly roaming around my lips before easing inside while his lips moved over my neck, sucking gently before moving lower to allow him to take my nipple in his mouth. I arched my back as pleasure replaced the pain while he manipulated my body to his desires. When I started to rock my hips to his exploring fingers, he grunted animalistically, a sound that I had never heard from him, before removing his fingers.

He stepped in between my legs, forcing them further apart. I held my breath as he rubbed his tip against my core slowly again. I whimpered as fear started to surface again. He tipped my face up, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss as he used two fingers to spread my lips apart. He deepened the kiss as he started to push inside of me again, taking his time, and pausing to let me adjust every time I whimpered. When he was fully buried inside of me, he pulled his mouth away from mine to put his forehead against mine. I ran my hands over his body, loving the way his body trembled as he started to move inside of me.

Each soft stroke of his cock deep inside of me, dragged against my nerves inside, making my pussy clench around his shaft with every movement. When his hands wiggled under my ass to pull me off the table so he could show me how to ride him, I wrapped my arm around his neck. The more he lifted and lowered me, the more I learned his rhythm until I was riding him with all the passion he created within me.

“More!” I cried as my head dropped back.

He grunted before lifting me completely off of his shaft. I gasped at his loss before worrying about whether or not I messed up asking for more. He bent me back over the table before raising my leg again. As he eased back into me, I shuddered. His finger ran down my spine, making my body clench around his cock hard. As he pulled out of me slowly, he gently brushed my hair off my neck, letting his fingers linger over my skin for a moment before bending down to trap me between his body and the table as he started to kiss my neck. I moaned as his movements started to speed up, but only got pleasurably rough, shocking me for the briefest second before the quickly coiling in my stomach brushed the feeling aside.

“R. H. M.,” I moaned as I exploded around him, my pussy latching onto his shaft tightly.

He groaned as his body jerked, making mine quiver with ecstasy as his cock twitched inside of me. He lazily trailed his lips down my spine as he pulled out of me slowly while I moaned softly as my pussy tried to hold him in place. My head snapped up as the sound of a zipper came from behind me before his warmth faded. I pushed myself up before tugging the blindfold off so I could look over my shoulder at his retreating figure in the barely lit room.

"Please, don't go," I called softly. 

His movements paused for a second before he shook his head and continued on his way. I narrowed my eyes on his back. It was now or I would risk it being never.

"BRENNAN!"

He froze and I knew he was trying to figure out how to react. I quickly walked over to him to wrap my arms around his waist before pushing them under his shirt to put them on his chest as I laid my cheek on his back.

"Stay, Brennan. Stay with me and continue healing with me," I whispered again. “Whatever happened to make you doubt me, we can fix it, but we can only do that if we’re together.

"You know?" He murmured in disbelief, obviously stuck on me saying his name.

"Yes. Since that night you spent with me," I confirmed. "You talk in your sleep."

“What else do you know?” He asked.

“I know that you’re Mister and R. H. M. I know about your wife, Diadra, and your triplet girls. I know that you’re the artist that paints all of the art here, not some figment of a person that doesn’t exist. I know that you built this community to hide from losing your family. I also know that you, as afraid as you are about losing me, are still trying to give us a chance, which is why I’m begging you to not let whatever happened between Maddie and Joey’s wedding and today stop us from exploring whatever this is between us. I know you want me. I want you too. So, please, don’t shut me out. We’ve come so far to go backward,” I told him.

He sighed before lowering his head. “Diana called me. When Diadra was alive, she would give Diana money every month. She called me today because I finally stopped the deposits into her account. When I told her about you, she told me that no one would ever truly care about me without wanting my money.”

“But you don’t have money to want, remember?” I teased, making him groan.

“I do have money. I have a lot of money actually,” he admitted.

“I don’t care about that, Brennan. As long as we have a place to safely lay our head, and Sugar always has food in her bowl, that’s all I need,” I reassured him.

“And what about your plate, Leah?”

I shrugged. “I grew up with nothing. When I got married, I had even less. Sometimes I forget that it’s okay to want more.”

He sighed. “I know you do, and I’m so sorry for accusing you of being a gold digger. Diana just really got me to me. She told me that you were changing me from the man that Diadra fell in love with. She said I was an adulterer.”

He reached under his shirt to take my hand. My heart started beating rapidly in anticipation of his rejection again, but instead he tugged me around to the front of him before backing me up against the wall. He placed one hand on the wall beside my head while the one gripped my face to tilt my chin up so I was looking into his eyes. My mouth went dry as I waited for him to speak.

"You've sealed your fate now, Leah," he told me softly as his thumb stroked my lip. 

I reached up to grip his wrist. "Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered.

"You are mine now, Princess. And I won't let you go. I don’t want to be the same man I was when I was with Diadra. I don’t want to be predictable. I don’t want to always do what is expected of me. I want you," he whispered huskily before lowering his mouth to mine.

"As long as you're mine too," I replied breathlessly.

His eyes sparkled at me as he smiled. "I have been for a while now."