down and drags the tip of his nose along the sweep of my neck.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you, little minx.”
Griff suddenly spins me around, and we forget all about making pizza. My hands rise to cup his cheeks. I kiss him as he lifts me up and settles my legs around his waist. My pussy presses against his belly and the tip of his cock presses back. The only clothing I have on is one of his tee-shirts. He declared a no-panty rule until further notice a few days ago, stating something about removing barriers between us.
There’s a bit of maneuvering as he struggles to pull down his briefs. When he declared the no-panty rule, I countered with a bare-chested rule. All he has on are his boxers, but he struggles to push them down and free his cock while also holding me.
Frustrated, he spins around and places me down on the counter behind him. With one tug, he frees his cock. The next second, he’s buried balls deep inside of me.
Our arms grapple as our mouths lock in desperation. Damn, but I can’t get enough of this man. Despite everything he said about going slow, I love when he moves hard and fast. He knows this and pounds relentlessly into me until my orgasm crashes and breaks over me. He follows me right over the edge, and we’re soon holding each other as we regain our breath.
“I’m becoming addicted to you.” He draws back and lifts my chin with his finger. “Are you sure about tomorrow?”
Tomorrow is the date I set for returning to the Facility. Not to stay. I can’t imagine living there again, but there are things I need to do.
Griff makes it too easy to stay here. But I have questions, and my dreams grow more troubled by the day—or night. I guess my dreams are only troubled at night.
Griff says nothing about my nightmares or how they seem to be increasing, but I suspect he holds me every night when I scream in my sleep.
I need the resources the Facility provides. There’s still much I need to work on. Griff continues honing my defensive skills. We practice at least an hour a day. I’m still traumatized by how easily I was taken, although he reminds me both Zoe and I were drugged. It should help, but it doesn’t.
He attacks. I defend.
I lose every damn time.
I still have yet to escape my would-be assailant.
“It’s been over a week and I need to settle a few things.” I’m nervous about returning to the Facility. They’ll want to ask questions.
“What are you thinking? Because I have to say, I’m not ready to let you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere, but I feel like…” I give a sigh. “I feel ungrounded.”
“Do you need to speak to the counselors?”
“Maybe?” I squirm as he steps back and pulls his boxers back up over his hips. “I don’t really know.”
“You’ll know when you’re ready.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Trust the system.” Griff spouts off the Facility’s creed.
I’m supposed to trust in the system they developed that turns victims into survivors. I’ve trusted their system for well over a year, and I thought I was ready to strike out on my own. I’m not. There’s still more work to be done.
He lifts me off the counter and sets me on my feet. Then Griff turns and punches down the dough. He seems frustrated. Angry maybe? I don’t really know. I’m still learning about him.
“You ready to make your pizza?” His voice is strained. I hate that he’s frustrated with me, but I’m not ready to talk to him about Bossman.
I can’t.
I discreetly brush away a tear. My emotions, like the rest of me, are all over the map.
Side by side, Griff shows me how to flatten the dough and form it into a circle. He doesn’t speak about my inability to trust him.
We make two pizzas, one for him and one for me. We’re getting to know each other, the idiosyncrasies and quirks, which only come out after spending a lot of time together. Like how he doesn’t like sausage on his pizza but will pack it tight with pepperoni, and how I prefer sausage with green peppers, onions, and mushrooms. He says he’s a pizza purist. I just call him weird.
We’re also learning how to coexist and not push the other. Although, I’m the only one holding back. I sense my reluctance to confide in Griff bothers him.
Before, I only knew him