Blasphemous (Torn #3)(81)

My fingers stroked her wet folds as I started to move in her ass. As much as I wanted to shorten this pleasure, my desire to see my woman pleasured was far more gratifying. Stabbing my two fingers inside her, as I stroked the outline of my cock on the other side, moving in and out of her hot ass. I felt more of her silky essence against my fingers, giving me a go signal on how her body loved it. I pulled my fingers out, flipped them around and shoved them back in, searching for that sweet spot that unleashed the wanton animal inside. She heaved out a moan because, when I did that, I had also started to pound her ass harder.

“Sweet. Jesus. Bass! I can’t take both—it’s too… much…”

Not a chance. I wasn’t going to stop until she screamed my name like she was being eaten alive by my cock. “Where do you want me to finish off, Emma? In your ass or pu**y?”

I knew she could barely hear me because she was thrashing while gasping for air. The animal in me rejoiced at the sight of her, loving what I was doing to her.

When I felt her orgasm nearing again, I let myself go after her violent deafening screams, while I harshly uttered her name as my semen spurted inside her hot channel, milking my cock to the last drop.

I sought her mouth, kissing her until I was out of breath again. “Emma Anderson, you just stole my heart.”

“What are you talking about? I stole that a long, long time ago,” she panted out, trying to catch her breath.

That had me grinning. “Oh yeah? How do you know?”

“You promised it to me. And I don’t believe I gave it back. I don’t think I ever will, Bass.” She stroked the side of my cheek, teary. “I’m giving you mine again. It’s barely healed and the scars are still there. I beg you not to break it again.”

“I vow to break mine first before I break yours.”

I meant every word.

Carter Mason be damned.





Chapter 32


“Immature love says, I love you because I need you. Mature love says, I need you because I love you.”



- Erich Fromm



Emma



Soft strokes on my cheek made me wake up. Smiling, I opened my eyes to find Bass looking at me intensely. My smile disappeared when he kept looking so serious, lost in thought. His strokes didn’t halt for a second, though.

After a minute of confusion, his eyes finally lifted to mine. They were filled with sorrow, warmth, melancholy, passion, hope and his love. “Thank you for bringing me back to life.”

Oh, Bass.

He pulled me against his chest, my cheeks resting against his chest. “I was dead. The only thing alive was my thoughts, replaying you, over and over again. Forgive me for being such a jealous bastard, Emma. I just couldn’t take it then, but I should’ve stayed and worked it out with you. I should’ve known that I wouldn’t always get what I want, that sometimes it may take a long time for it to happen or that it may take hard work to get there. I was selfish and arrogant to demand so much of you. It was already too late when I realized how much I had f*uked up.” He squeezed me tighter before releasing me slowly and placing a finger on my chin, arching it to meet his gaze. “Thank you, for giving me this chance and believing in me again, in us and our love.”

“I love you. That’s all I know,” I whispered, kissing his chest over his heart.

“I love you, moro mou.”

We stayed in bed for most of the day, kissing and gazing on each other, talking as we filled in about our lives for the months without talking.

It was, as they say, perfect.

E

Five days later, Santa Barbara

I was halfway walking, rehearsing what I had to say to Carter when my phone rang, breaking my stride. Bass.

“Hi, babe!”

“I know we agreed to see each other tomorrow for the premier, but is it possible if you could stay here with me tonight?”

“What’s the matter?” We had agreed about this two nights ago.

“This is embarrassing… and I know it’s been only a day, but I miss you, okay?”

“I miss you, too, babe.” I paused for a tad bit when I saw Carter almost running towards me.

“You’re back!” Carter’s excited grin greeted me from afar.

“I have to go, I’ll call you back,” I hastily said before hanging up on Bass.

I owed Carter an explanation. He deserved that much, especially after how much he’d helped me through my ordeal. When he finally reached me, I was enveloped by his big hug. “I’ve missed you, Em.”

“I’ve missed you, too, Carter.” I did. For months, he became my friend. I just hoped that the friendship we built wasn’t going to affect what I had to tell him.

He was busy telling me about his day as we entered his home and walked towards his room. I was smiling at his enthusiasm before I sat on his bed, opposing him as he leaned against the wall, grinning at me. “I did tell you I missed you like crazy, right?”

“You did.” I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes. My palms started to rub against my jean skirt as I tried to gather up the courage to bring the news to him. “Carter…” I licked my lips before looking up at him. I saw his smile form into a frown, somehow knowing what I was about to tell him.

“He had a girlfriend, Emma… It wasn’t just sex. He had a f*uking relationship. He replaced you. How could you still take him back?” Carter gutted out in pain, his body sliding south against the wall. “I had sex—I never tried to replace you. I chased after you for months. Unlike him… why? Why him and not me, Emma?”