Torn: Kory & Aimee (Oak Springs Book 5) Read online

  I do not want this!

  So why is my body responding to his touch?

  He's basically forcing me to have sex with him!

  “You can pretend all you want, Aimee, but I know you want this, you're body doesn't lie.”

  “It's a natural physical reaction to have. But I don't want this, Kory, why won't you listen to me?!”

  He chuckles under his breath.

  My panties are in his hands and sliding down my legs. God, I hate him, I want to hit out at him, but he's right, my body wants this.

  Son of a bitch!

  My eyes roll to the feeling of his mouth on my most sensitive parts. I hate that he knows my body so well, and I hate that my body wants him so much. I can tell my brain a million times that I don't want this man, but it would be futile. Because the truth is, I do want him so damn much it hurts.

  But I won't beg him, no matter how much he teases me.

  I feel ecstasy creeping up on me. I can't help arching my back. “Fuck,” Even though it's nothing but a whisper from my lips, he heard it loud enough, because he chuckles against me as my orgasm washes through me. My body is shaking hard with it.

  Bastard!

  I haven't even come down from my orgasm when he enters my body in one push. My jaw is an inch away from cracking with how hard I'm trying to keep the moans inside.

  But the second he pulls one leg over his shoulder, turning me slightly on my side, pushing deeper into me, I can't help but call out to the heavens. I don't want this but it feels so good that I can't deny it any longer.

  Every thrust is deeper, harder, and I feel it everywhere inside and all around. He's never tied me up like this before, and somehow, it makes this whole this more erotic. I never thought it could feel like this.

  “Kory...”

  “That's right, baby, fuck me back.”

  I had no idea my hips were moving in time with his the way they are. But the harder he fucks me, the harder I fuck him back, and it feels so good!

  He clutches my leg tighter, kissing my foot as he fucks me. One hand grabs my left breast, squeezing so hard I come without warning, screaming and panting like crazy.

  Just when I think I might pass out, he comes inside me with so much force I feel it gushing against my womb, and I secretly smile inside. I may not have wanted this, but who knows, maybe this made the baby I desperately want.

  He holds me in position for a moment or two, his hips rocking into me slowly. Finally, he lets go and pulls out of me, immediately untying my tired wrists from the headboard. He kisses them one at a time before placing them on my chest.

  I ache all over. My eyes are so heavy I can't open them. I wish I could. I want to yell at him for doing this to me when I told him I didn't want it. Even if my body did call me a liar. But I can't, sleep is taking me under.

  “I love you, baby girl.”

  Well, I'm starting to hate you, you bastard. You sexy, kidnapping bastard!

  Nine

  Kory

  She looks so sad sitting there on my couch, feet up, arms around her shins, face tucked into her knees. This is not what I wanted. I thought she'd see the romance in what I'd done. After all, isn't she the one always trying to get me to commit to a real relationship? Isn't she the one always on my back about being a real husband to her?

  Okay, I've been a shit husband. The worst, in fact. But I have never cheated on her. Never once have I allowed a woman to turn my head.

  Okay, maybe I've looked at other women, but I'm only human.

  But I've touched no one but her since the day I married her. Like I said, I kept her at arm's length because I had to.

  The truth is, I never should have married her when I was working on such a huge case. A case that left me with death threats from one of the countries most dangerous families. I wanted her safe, I couldn't risk anything happening to her. I've done plenty to make sure no one found out I even had a wife. After all, isn't that every man's weakness, his wife?

  I couldn't afford to be weak, not where those men were concerned. I should have stayed away from her until I knew it was safe to be with her. But I couldn't risk her falling for someone else which would mean I lost her completely. Aimee is mine, she always has been and always will be.

  But I know she deserved a real wedding day, a special day with all of our families there, all of our friends. It should have been a huge affair, one she could talk about for years to come.

  What did I do? I dragged her to a small chapel and married her. It was impulsive and stupid, but I can't change it no matter how much I may want to.

  And I do want to.

  So why now can I commit the way she wants me to, you ask?

  Why can I now finally shout from the rooftops that I have a wife, a wife I would die for?

  Because there's no longer any threat against me. I've worked hard these past few years with the police to put away the men who thought they could scare me into silence. I'm a damn good lawyer and I don't take threats lightly.

  But now I'm free from it all and I want my wife to be my wife. There's no way she could possibly understand why I did what I did, but I put her first even if she doesn't know it.

  I know, right? After everything I've said, all the stupid excuses, I did put her first.

  And like I said, I had reasons for why I did what I did. There's the reason right there.

  Everything I've done here over the past few weeks was my way of trying to prove to her that I love her. Yeah, I know that I've gone way too far, I've forced her to be with me when all she's wanted to do is go home. But surely by now, she knows that we're meant to be together?

  Jesus, what more can I do to prove it?

  Even after she acted like a brat the other night at dinner with my brother, I gave her space. I kept telling her that I love her. Even tried to get her into some hobbies so she wasn't bored while I was out at work.

  Yeah, she hasn't spoken one word or even looked directly at me since the other night, but I wanted her to know that I'm here for her.

  I thought she would have settled down by now, come around to the fact I won't back down. But she hasn't.

  Can't deny that I hate seeing her like this, though. The fight has gone out of her. I just I hope I haven't broken her completely.

  “What are you thinking about?” I ask as I take a seat beside her. I stroke the back of her head gently. She doesn't pull away from me like I thought she would. Like she has many times over the past few weeks.

  That's a good sign, right?

  She lifts her head but doesn't turn to look at me. “Prom night.”

  Not exactly what I thought she'd be thinking about, but at least she's speaking to me. I was beginning to think she'd forgotten how.

  “Why would you be thinking about that?”

  “Just thinking how similar things are.”

  “Are you comparing me to that dickweed?”

  “You are like him. You're forcing me into something I don't want, just as much as he did.”

  I can't believe what I'm hearing. How the hell can she compare me to Davey Dwyer? He tried to rape her, I'm just trying to show my wife what she means to me!

  “I'm not forcing you, Aimee. I just want to show you that I'm serious about us.”

  “You're serious about us?” She turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “And you couldn't have been serious about us six years ago?”

  “I had my reasons for keeping you at arm's length, Aimz. I know the way I've acted has hurt you.”

  “Hurt me? That's a massive understatement, Kory. You've made me feel not good enough for years. You made me feel like your whore.”

  “That is not true!”

  “Yes, it is. You roll into town, fuck me, leave me. It hurts beyond words, Kory” She wipes tears from her eyes.

  Hearing her say this hurts me. I know what I've done to her, but I don't want to face it. Because then I have to admit I'm a bigger cunt than I gave myself credit for.

  “All I ever wanted was you.
I didn't need anything else. I have been yours since the night you saved me from Davey. There has never been anyone else for me. I don't know why it's taken you six years to come to this conclusion about suddenly wanting me...”

  “I have always wanted you!” I snap

  “So you keep saying. Normal husband's don't force their wives to keep their marriage a secret. Normal husbands don't kidnap their wives, drug them whenever she tries to get away from them.”

  Okay, confession time. I may have drugged her a couple times over the past two weeks, but only because she tried to leave. What else was I supposed to do?

  “They don't lock them up like prisoners, force them to behave, and they certainly don't tie them down and force them to have sex with them.”

  I breathe deep through my nose. It wasn't like that! She said she didn't want it, but her body told a different story! She enjoyed it, she fucking moaned loud enough, came hard enough. If she really didn't want it, believe me, there's no way I would have taken it from her. I'm not a damn rapist.

  I'm not, right?

  Oh, god, I feel sick to my stomach. I thought it was just part of the game. If I thought for one second... Fuck it!

  “I don't know what you expect to achieve by keeping me here. But you're making me hate you, Kory.”

  Hate away, baby girl, hate away.

  “You cannot keep me here. I will not be kept here like this. If you love me, at all, you won't do this to me.”

  “It's because I love you that I have to do this. You are mine, Aimee. Mine. Do you understand that?”

  She looks at me, eyes darting from side to side, but she doesn't answer me. She gasps as I grab her face in my hands, pulling her toward me. Her legs fall from the couch and she grabs my wrists in her little hands.

  “I love you. Do you hear me? I. Love. You.” She closes her eyes and nods her head slowly. “I love you and I am so fucking sorry for what I have put you through, now and then. But I didn't have a choice, baby. I had to keep you safe.”

  “What do you mean?” She sounds panicked. Shit. I don't want her to be scared of anything. Especially when there is nothing left to be scared of. But I can't tell her what went on, I'm bound by law to keep my mouth shut.

  The shit people threaten when going through a divorce, it's fucking ridiculous. But even mafia criminals get divorced. Not that they want their wives to divorce them. The son of a bitch threatened me with all sorts in order for me to drop his wife's claims.

  As you can imagine, she wound up dead. Somehow the cops claimed it was suicide. It was no such thing, cunt offed her. I stupidly tried to prove it. Almost ended up dead myself a few times.

  Don't ask me how I got out of it all. Let's just say, I did some things I am not proud of.

  “I can't tell you just yet. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?” She narrows her eyes. She's confused, I can see that. I didn't mean to do this to her. But I know that I never will again. This shit ends right now. If she wants to leave after this, then I'll let her. I love her too much to hurt her like this anymore.

  She nods slowly in answer to my question. God, she's so fucking trusting, even after everything I've put her through, she trusts me.

  My eyes close and I lean my forehead against hers. “You have been so amazing putting up with me over the years. And I swear to God above, if you give me one last chance, I will spend forever making it up to you. I love you, Aimee. I have always loved you. I can't go on without you any longer.”

  “But I don't want to live like this anymore, Kory.”

  “You don't have to. Whatever you want, no matter what it is, I will make all happen.”

  “Even if that means moving back home to Oak Springs?”

  “Even that.”

  “You don't mean that.”

  I lift my head away from hers. “I want you to be happy. I want us to be together. If you want us to live in Oak Springs, then baby, we'll live in Oak Springs. I can open my own small town law firm. I can even drive into Seattle once a week to check everything at the office here. Baby, there is nothing we can't do.”

  My eyes close again as she strokes my cheek with her thumb. “All I have ever wanted is my husband to love me the way I love him. And I do love you, Kory, I could never lie and say that I don't. I can forgive you anything, the past, even what you've done to me over the past couple weeks. I can forgive it all. But there are things I want, need, that I know you don't.”

  “What things, sweetheart?”

  She looks up at me with big hopeful eyes. “I want a baby, Kory. I want a baby before I get much older.”

  A baby? That was the last thing I was expecting her to say. After everything I have done, she wants to have my baby? I'm not as shocked as I thought I would be by her confession, though.

  Hell, if she wants a baby, we'll have a baby.

  “Is that what will make you happy, angel?”

  “What will make me happy is to have my husband be just that, my husband. You don't have to do the things you've done over the past weeks to keep me with you. Doing what you've done...” She shakes her head.

  God, what have I done to her?

  Did I lose my fucking mind?

  “I just want us to be together, Kory. I want to be able to walk through town holding your hand and be proud to tell people that you are my husband. I don't want to have to keep the nature of our relationship a secret anymore.”

  “You are not a secret, baby. You're my wife and the world now knows it.” I wipe a tear from her cheek. She needs this little cry. She needs to purge her soul of the sadness I've enforced upon her with the way I've behaved for the past six years. “I'll take you home now,” I say with a kiss to her forehead. I never should have done this.

  “No,” I pull away from her and narrow my eyes curiously. “I'm not happy that you drugged me and brought me here against my will when all you had to do was talk to me and I would have listened. But if you're honestly serious about making us work, then maybe we should spend a few days together. And not in the way we've been the past few weeks. In six years, we've rarely had the chance to spend real time together. Alone.”

  “True.” I smile.

  She seems calmer, happier even.

  “There's still a lot for us to talk about, Kory.”

  “I know, baby,” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I'm here to listen to anything you have to say. Anything you want I'm willing to try. I meant what I said. You're my wife and I won't be without you any longer. You deserve the world and more. You deserve a medal for putting up with me.”

  “All I want is you. I want people to look at me and see me as your wife. I want to be Mrs. Harper and not just plain old Aimee Lynch.”

  “You've always been Mrs. Harper to me. I love you so much. You won't regret giving us a real chance. I'm never going to hurt you again.”

  “You better not. Or next time, I might castrate you.” She laughs heartily at the mock expression of shock on my face.

  I love hearing her laughing. I love everything about her. I don't deserve this chance. I don't deserve her. But she's mine. Always has been and always will be.

  “You really want a baby?” She nods her head. “How long have you wanted that?”

  “Couple of years.”

  “Why have you never said anything before now?” She raises her eyebrow. Right. I'm a dumb fucking idiot, that's why. “I'm so sorry.” I stroke her face with the back of my hand. “If you want a baby, then let's have a baby.”

  She lifts up, a smile on her beautiful face. “You mean it?”

  “I'm going to make all your dreams come true. Because I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too, Kory.” She leans into me and kisses me softly, instantly sending my cock rock hard. But she pulls out of our kiss and pulls herself against me, her head on my shoulder and her arms around me. As much as I want to ravage her body right now, I want to hold her more. “I love you.” She whispers again.

  Aimee Harper, I love you, too.

  T
en

  Aimee

  “Kory, please...” Hours he's been teasing my body, fucking me, making love to me, letting me rest a little before starting all over again. His appetite for me seems to have quadrupled since the last time we were together. But then we've rarely been together like this in all the years we've been married.

  But as he eats my pussy for the umpteenth time today, I just cannot take any more. My body is spent. I've had so many orgasms I feel sick with it. But I can't stop what my body wants, and my body wants my husband inside of me right now.

  “Please, baby, I want you inside of me.”

  “But you taste so good.” He mumbles against the flesh of my stomach.

  In the eyes of many, I would be deemed stupid for giving into him so easily, for trusting him. After everything, he's done to me over the years. Not to mention drugging me and kidnapping me, locking me up, tying me up and fucking me like some kind of sex slave. Basically treating me like a piece of property.

  But he asked me to trust him and I saw such truth in his eyes. He didn't push me away because he didn't want me, but to protect me from something big. I know it has something to do with his job, if it didn't, he'd be able to tell me.

  And he did what he did to me over the past few weeks because he really did want me to be with him as his wife.

  Maybe I should have learned by now. Maybe I should have let him take me home. Maybe I shouldn't give him one more chance. If I was smart, I would walk away. But I'm not smart, I don't want to walk away from him, I love him too much. I don't care what people will say about me, Kory is my life, and I won't be without him again if I don't have to be.

  He and I are going to try for a baby. A baby of our own. We'll be a family. If I'm not pregnant already because we all know I stopped taking my pills a while ago, and he fucked me outside the restaurant weeks ago. But that's all I have ever wanted, a family with the man I love. I've been patient, it's my time to be happy now.