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Savage groaned as Erika writhed under him. She was warm and slick with the juices of the orgasm he had already forced from her. She seemed stunned by his eagerness to please her. That both confused and annoyed him.
Savage never left a woman unsatisfied, even if it was just a one-night stand. In his mind, half the fun was seeing how many times he could make them cum.
As he thrust inside her, Erika gasped soundlessly as another orgasm wrecked her. Her pussy clenched tightly to his cock and he moaned as she pulled him head first over the edge.
Before he could even catch his breath Erika was hurriedly pulling her clothes back on. Savage was horrified to see that, though she was silent, tears streamed down her face.
“Hey, are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked sitting up, the feeling of dread building in his stomach.
Erika scoffed, “No.”
Savage wasn’t sure which question she was answering. Either way though he didn’t like what was implied. He decided to let it go for now.
Savage had watched Erika from a distance for months as Ace and Dakota had grown closer. It was pure luck that she had walked into the bar he was already drinking at. If he were being honest with himself, he had hoped that this would be more than a one time thing.
Erika had seemed a little out of sorts, but he didn’t know about the shit that had gone down that afternoon. Savage didn’t know that Erika had been raped by some asshole in her and Dakota’s home when she had been caught in the crossfire of Dakota’s abusive step dad.
“Where are you going in such a rush?” Savage asked, feeling as if somehow the roles were reversed compared to how this normally went.
“Back where I belong.” Erika sighed so quietly that it wasn’t until later that his brain had registered the words.
“What?” Savage asked.
“Doesn’t matter.” Erika shook her head, stood, and walked out the door.
Savage rushed to follow but to his surprise the door opened to another bedroom. This wasn’t right, his living room was supposed to be right here. Instead, he found himself in a damp, dusty bedroom that smelled of mold.
There was a rickety old dresser shoved against one wall but otherwise the only furniture was a large stained bed in the center. A pit formed in his stomach as Savage recognized the room. He had stared out from this same vantage point more hours than he could count as a kid.
Slowly, Savage faced the bed. Sure enough a woman about twenty years older than himself stared at him. Her brown hair was dull and dirty as it spread across the stained sheets. Her dark brown eyes, the same as his, stared at him blankly.
“You did nothing.” She accused, her voice hollow.
“I- I didn’t know what to do…” Savage responded desperately.
He suddenly felt as if he were a child again. Helpless, defenseless as she stared straight through him. He took a step forward but somehow she got further away.
“Why didn’t you save me, Dennis. I did all of it for you.” His mother insisted, now screaming at him. “You did nothing! You watched as they killed me! Why didn’t you stop it?!”
Savage shot up straight in his bed, the sweat causing the sheet to stick to his bare legs and chest like glue. He’d gone fucking years without dreaming of his mother. He had honestly believed he was over the guilt that plagued him in adolescence.
Clearly that had been wishful thinking. He huffed bitterly as he kicked the sheets back and threw his legs over the side of the couch. Groaning he leaned forward, running a hand over his buzzed, dark brown hair.
He’d gotten a lot of shit for his choice to keep it short, but years of being jerked around by the locks had made him decide it was better to keep it short enough that nobody could take hold.
After taking a few steadying breaths, Dennis turned his mind back to his nightmare. Not a single thought of that life in years, and now this was becoming a regular occurrence once again.
Then everything had happened with Erika. He meant for it to be a simple one-night stand. A desperate attempt to get her out of his system had turned into a fucking shit show.
First, he decided one night wouldn’t be enough. Then, the next day, he found out exactly what happened before Erika walked into that bar and was horrified. Then she was fucking gone.
“Dammit…” Savage groaned, running a hand over his shaved head.
When Savage found out that Erika was down in Savannah Georgia, and back with her mother, he followed. Savage watched for weeks as Erika fell deeper and deeper into the drugs and prostitution that killed his mother.
Meanwhile, her own mother helped Erika find clients while stealing her daughter's money and drugs any chance she got. Erika’s mother reminded Savage a lot of his own, and the guilt over what happened between them months ago had triggered the nightmares again.
He couldn’t keep this up. Savage had a plan, and he was fucking done waiting. No way in hell was he going to sit back and watch as Erika slowly killed herself, destroying all of her work to get away from this shit.
He knew the effort it took her to break away. He wouldn’t sit back and watch as she disintegrated because some prick thought he had the right to take what wasn’t his. Erika deserved so much more than that.
Savage stood and grabbed his leather cut off the baseboard. Slipping into a pair of jeans, he grabbed a shirt on his way to the door.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had given her plenty of time to make the right decision, now he was going to take the choice from her. Erika was coming home today whether she fucking wanted to or not.
