Hungry Heart: Part Two Read Online Free Page B

a curt nod.
    I set it down on the table by the entryway, take his hand in mine, and say, “Let’s go lie down.”
    He’s like a puppy, following me without question with his hand tight on mine, and I know he’s drunk for sure now. The fact he hasn’t said anything, not one word, has me worried. His demeanor, which is usually lively and commanding, is subdued and…well, heartbroken I guess. It’s possible I could lead him to a slaughterhouse right now and he’d let me, which is fucking terrible.
    As we enter his bedroom, I’m wishing I could punch both Miranda and Len in the face for what they did. Shit, for what they’re still doing. Anger at the way they’ve treated him when he loves them both boils inside me, seeking an outlet even though I don’t have one, and I stomp it down like I’ve had practice doing for so long.
    I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t notice Benedict’s let go of my hand until the door is clicking shut and I jerk back to the present as Benedict grabs me. Whirling around, he imprisons my body against the door, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He seizes my mouth with his own as it opens on a gasp, his actions leaving me in a desperate bid for air after he steals my breath. It’s not even a split second before his tongue swoops in and gives me no rest, tangling and toying with mine at the same time his hands find my wrists and he’s raising mine above my head, holding them there with a strong, firm grip of one hand.
    My body responds while my brain tries to catch up, his now free hand slipping between us and underneath my skirt, pushing aside the silky material of my panties and slipping one finger followed instantly by another inside me. I whimper into his mouth as he strokes me just right, getting me nice and wet until I’m sure I’ll have no issue taking his cock into my body, and his hand leaves just as quickly as it arrived.
    “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he mutters against my mouth before invading it again while I feel his hand fumbling between us to undo his pants. I count one, two, three before he moves the fabric aside once more and the head of his cock is pushing inside my pussy. He grabs hold of my ass, his voice raw and gravelly, and full of desire as he drags his lips away to speak. “I need you. I can’t wait.”
    He slams into me, swallowing my cry with his mouth once again while thrusting into me over and over, so fast I’m not even sure if I’m breathing anymore. However, I feel everything even as my arms go numb from the way he’s holding me, as if all the feeling in my form is floating toward where our bodies are connected.
    I’ve marveled on his strength before but the way we’re standing, the way he’s holding me, and the way our bodies match perfectly even at his pace is nothing short of amazing to me. The hand gripping my ass keeps me angled in a way I’m protected from hitting it on the wall and getting bruises, yet I know I’ll feel the effects of this tomorrow.
    When he releases my arms with no warning, they fall to my sides as if I’m a rag doll, and his hand slides down until it’s squeezing my other ass cheek. He rips his mouth away, resting his forehead on my shoulder, but if I even think for a second it gives me a chance to say something, it doesn’t. His new hold gives him extra power to lift me as he draws out before entering again, the long hard strokes hitting me just right when he yanks me down, over and over.
    “God, Caroline.” He moans into my neck, pressing rapid kisses up and then down it as his grip tightens to an almost painful level. “You feel so fucking amazing. You always feel so fucking incredible.”
    I don’t know what it is about what he said, but my eyes fly open at realizing what we’ve done. What we’re doing, with no fucking protection, but it’s too late. The words to tell him to pull out on the tip of my tongue get stuck as my orgasm rolls over me swift and strong, my fingers digging into his shoulders while my