Chapter 13: The Reclamation
The door slammed behind us, and the sound of it rattled through my bones like a gunshot. I shoved Hugo against the wall before the echo even died, my hands fisting in his shirt, my mouth crashing into his with a ferocity that tasted like adrenaline and blood.
He groaned against my lips, his hands finding my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. His tongue swept into my mouth and I bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw the metallic tang of copper. He growled, low and animal, and shoved me back against the opposite wall hard enough to knock the breath from me. His body pressed into mine, chest to chest, heat and muscle and the sharp bite of his belt buckle digging into my stomach.
"We told him," I whispered against his mouth, the words ragged and raw. "Now show me you're not going to run."
His jaw tightened. His eyes, those hazel depths gone almost black with something dangerous, searched mine. Then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me, and my back scraped against the peeling wallpaper as he pinned me to the wall. His mouth took mine again, rougher this time, all teeth and hunger, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him have me.
"You think I'd run?" he rasped against my throat, his breath hot on my skin. "I just let your brother beat the shit out of me for you. And you're still worried I'm going anywhere?"
I should have felt guilty about Chidi's fists connecting with Hugo's face. I should have felt something other than this white-hot need crackling under my skin like a live wire. But all I felt was Hugo's cock pressing against the soaked fabric of my underwear, and the desperate, clawing certainty that I was not letting him go. Not now. Not ever.
"Prove it," I said, and my voice didn't even sound like mine. It was low, filthy, wrecked.
He carried me across the cramped apartment, past the kitchen with its stained counter where he'd fucked me in the afternoon sunlight, past the mattress on the floor where he'd made love to me so tenderly I'd almost wept. He dropped me onto that mattress now and I bounced, my dress riding up around my hips, exposing the fact that I hadn't worn underwear. I hadn't planned for this. But I'd known we were going to tell Chidi tonight, and I'd known, I'd fucking known, that I'd need Hugo's hands on me afterward.
He saw. His eyes raked over my bare cunt, wet and already glistening, and something in his face cracked open. "You came here like this?" he said, his voice rough with disbelief. "No panties. At your brother's house. Fuck, Adaeze."
I propped myself up on my elbows and gave him a slow, deliberate look. "I wanted you to have easy access."
He pulled his shirt over his head in one motion, revealing the lean muscle of his chest, the coiled snake tattoo wrapped around his right bicep. New bruises bloomed across his ribs, dark and purple where Chidi's fists had landed. I reached for him, but he caught my wrist and pinned it above my head.
"You don't touch me until I say," he said, his voice dropping to that gravel register that made my thighs press together. "You just told my best friend you love me. Now I want to hear you beg for my cock."
A shiver ran down my spine. "You want me to beg?"
"I want you to say please." He crawled over me, his weight settling between my thighs, the rough denim of his jeans grinding against my bare cunt. "Say please, Hugo. Say you need me to fuck you. Then maybe I'll give you what you want."
The position was humiliating and I loved every second of it. I loved the way he looked down at me, possessive and hungry. I loved the way his hands shook slightly as they gripped the straps of my dress. I loved that we had finally, finally told Chidi, and that Hugo hadn't run, hadn't folded, hadn't done anything except take the hits and hold my hand.
"Please," I breathed. "Please, Hugo. I need you to fuck me."
"Louder."
"Please, Hugo. Fuck me. Fuck me until I can't walk."
He groaned, a sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest, and tore my dress down the front. The fabric split from the neckline to the hem, leaving me bare to his gaze. His eyes raked over my breasts, my stomach, the gold necklace still around my throat. Then he lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth, worrying it with his teeth until I arched off the mattress with a cry.
"Nngh, Hugo, fuck—"
He moved to the other breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks, and slid one hand down between my thighs. His fingers found my cunt, slick and hot, and he circled my clit with a practiced precision that made stars burst behind my eyes.
"You're so wet for me," he said against my skin. "So fucking wet. Is this because we finally told him? Because you're free?"
"Yes," I gasped. "God, yes. Please, I can't—please just put your cock inside me."
He laughed, low and dark, but he didn't tease me further. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free his cock, thick and hard and already leaking. He positioned himself at my entrance and held my gaze, his eyes burning with something that went beyond lust.
"You're mine," he said. "You know that, right? Not just tonight. Not just this. I told your brother I love you, and I meant it. You're mine, Adaeze. Say it."
"I'm yours," I whispered.
He thrust into me in one motion, so hard and so deep that I cried out and clawed at his shoulders. He filled me completely, the stretch of him almost too much, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
"That's it," he growled, pulling out and slamming back in. "That's my girl. Taking me so well. After everything, you still let me fuck you like this."
He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into mine, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the dim apartment. I felt every inch of him, the drag of his cock against my walls, the way he hit that spot inside me that made me see white. I was going to come apart, I could feel it building, coiling in my belly.
"Faster," I begged. "Please, Hugo, faster, I'm so close—"
He grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomach in one fluid motion, yanking my ass up to meet him. He slammed back inside me from behind, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling my head back hard.
"You're not so good now, are you?" he rasped, his voice dripping with filthy satisfaction. "My best friend's sister, bent over and begging me to fuck her. You're not so good at all."
I moaned, pushing back against him, feeling every inch as he fucked me harder. My nails dug into the mattress, and I let the sound of my own pleasure spill out of me unchecked.
"I'm not," I agreed, the words torn from me. "I'm not good, I'm yours, I'm all yours—"
He came with a roar, his grip tightening in my hair, his body shuddering against mine. I was right behind him, my orgasm crashing over me in waves so intense I saw nothing but white. He pulled out and rolled off me, both of us panting, slick with sweat, the air thick with the smell of sex and something else. Something like relief.
He reached over and pulled me into his arms, pressing his lips to my forehead. "We did it," he murmured. "We told him. And I'm still here."
I curled into him, letting his heartbeat echo against my cheek. "You're still here," I repeated.
He was. And I wasn't going anywhere either.