He saw her the second she came walking down the street towards his house. He was leaning up against his car, just waiting for her. He smiled at her as he saw her in a short light green dress, even though he felt just as angry as the night before once he saw that black eye again. He wasn't gonna say anything though. Not now. He wanted her to feel safe and happy around him.

"You look really good, kitten," he said as he opened the car door for her.
"Thanks," she said as she got in.

They drove for a while until they finally reached a little Italian restaurant.

"Hope you like pasta," he said with a smile.
"I do," she assured him.

They had the place to themselves just as he had hoped for. They sat there around an hour, eating and talking, getting to know each other. He felt himself being sucked in deeper for each passing minute. How he just wanted to scoop her up in his arms and run far away with her. He had never fallen this strong or this fast for anyone in his life but there he was, free falling, and he wasn't about to try and stop it. He could only hope she felt the same way.

After lunch they went for a walk around town. She was so easy to talk to. He took her hand and when she didn't push him away, he couldn't stop smiling. He wanted her so bad that it hurt but for now he had to control himself around her to make sure she got a better picture of who he was.

Hours later they drove back home to his place. As they got out of the car, he was just about to ask her to come inside, when he saw that she was already making her way to his front door on her own. A joy washed over him as he hurried to her side to unlock the door and let her in.

"You got any coffee?" She asked, indicating that this was still a very harmless day they had going.
"Sure," he answered.

He started walking towards the kitchen and she followed him. Minutes later they sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee each. She was slowly sipping on her coffee while he was just fiddling around with the handle of his cup, trying to find a way to open the conversation on his mind. There really wasn't any easy way around it so he decided to just dive right in.

"Why did he give you that black eye?" He asked.
"I didn't come home the other night when I was drunk out of my mind and you brought me here," she answered.

He sighed, suddenly feeling so guilty even though he knew it wasn't his fault.

"Why are you still with him?" He asked.
She looked up and caught his concerning eyes.
"I love him," she answered.
"I'm not sure if I believe that and even if it's true, it's not right. Love's not supposed to hurt," he said.
"Why do you even care?" She snapped, feeling slightly angry at him talking about her relationship that he knew nothing about.

He leaned a bit forward and reached over the table to hold her hand.

"I think I'm starting to fall in love with you," he said.

She laughed. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it. It just seemed so surreal and comical to her. He didn't back down or get mad though.

"It hurts me to see you like this," he said and moved his hand up to touch her black eye.

She pushed his hand away fast, not able to contain the anger inside any longer.

"Oh, it hurts you, does it now?" She said and gave him a hard look.
"Yes..." He started.
"Then you're not falling in love with me at all," she cut him off.

He felt confused. He had no idea where she was taking this conversation but he found out soon enough.

"You just said so yourself. Love isn't supposed to hurt. So if you're hurting, it can't be love you're feeling. It's just lust, Baron. That's all there ever was between us," she said and stood up.

He felt so angry that she twisted his words around like that.

"Don't give me that crap!" He shouted and stood up as well.
"How is what you do to me any different from what he's doing to me?" She asked.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Don't even fucking go there!" He growled. "There's a world of difference and you fucking well know it. I do what you want and what you like because you want me to!"
"Oh, are you gonna go all macho on me now?" She asked in a defying tone.

Damn right, he was. He didn't say anything. He just walked around to her side, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in. He crashed his lips down on hers and kissed her angrily, tasting the coffee on her tongue, wanting nothing more than to hear her scream for him right in that moment. With his right arm still around her body in a tight grip, he used his left arm to wipe the coffee cups down on the floor.

With a growl he lifted her up and almost slammed her down on the table. She whimpered from the impact and for a brief second he felt bad about his behaviour, not sure if it was a whimper of pain or pleasure she had let out. Probably both.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.
"Don't be. Keep going," she urged him.

She didn't have to say that twice. He pushed her dress up to her hips and quickly got her out of her panties.

"Fucking sexy kitten," he murmured as he dropped to his knees.

He swung her legs over his shoulders as he dived in and stuck his tongue out to pleasure her. She arched off the table, moaning and screaming, clawing at the wooden surface, as his tongue swirled around. His right hand quickly found its was down there too and he pushed in two fingers which only made her moanings even louder. His left hand trailed up her body until he reached her throat. He wrapped his hand around it, careful not to hurt her in any way, but still with just the right amount of pressure to make her cum.

He didn't give her time to come down from her high. As soon as her body stopped shaking, he was fast on his feet, opening his jeans and quickly pushing himself inside her without warning. She let out a little yelp of surprise but her eyes were filled with lust so he kept going, thrusting into her again and again, drawing new moans from her mouth, making her cum a second time before he finally groaned out loud as he came too.

He pulled out of her and took a couple of steps backwards until he hit the counter. His breathing was fast as he looked down at her, twisting a little smirk at her as she just laid there with closed eyes. She finally opened her eyes to see him watching her like that and she smiled back at him before pushing herself up from the table.

"Okay, so I guess I'm gonna..." She started.
"Yeah, not a fat chance," he cut her off, not willing to let her finish that sentence and get out of his house.

He was fast in front of her again. He lifted her up on his shoulder and started walking towards the bedroom.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said as his hand came down on her ass.

She whimpered again, this time he was sure it was from both pain and pleasure, and he slapped her again, wanting to keep hearing her whimper and feel her writhe from his touch.

"But I can't stay the night. I need to get home before him," she said.

He dropped her on the bed and was fast on top of her.

"Shut up. You're not allowed to mention him in this room," he said.
"But I..." She started but was cut off as he covered her mouth with his hand and sank his teeth into her neck, cutting off every thought in her head in the process, making her moan again.