Chapter 4

Every time they passed Devon's house, Lluvia tried to imagine the girl Regina. Mac hadn't told her what she looked like, he'd only told her she was a slut. Lluvia knew better that to take Mac at his word. To him all women were sluts, except her, and she didn't want to know what would happen if she acted like a slut around him. Mac wasn't who she thought he was, or, maybe, it was that he was a lot more than she thought he was. She moved here knowing he was violent, he was a drug dealer and while she found their sex to be incredible she wasn't a fool, she knew they had an unhealthy need to hurt each other. She'd become obsessed with him, very early on and allowed herself to continue the obsession because he was equally obsessed. Now she was paying the price, she knew of a woman being held against her will, a sex slave for all intents and purposes and was doing nothing to help her, not only that, she was married to the man that helped put her there. That made her a terrible person, she had chosen Mac so easily over her morality. She would never betray Mac, even if that girl was left to her fate forever.

"This ain't the worst thing I've done." His words kept haunting her. She thought back to all the times he was high, letting violent little tid bits drop during conversations. Things that sounded like he'd murdered people. Maybe she'd never know the truth, maybe she shouldn't.

"What's going on in that head of yours now?" Mac asked as they got out of the truck.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me. I know you, and I bet I know what you're thinking. You get that same damn look every time we pass fuckin' Devon's house."

"I was thinking of Regina." She admitted.

"What I say about that Lluvia? I told you to forget that shit."

"I will it's just….I don't know." She unlocked the front door, heading to the shower.

Mac followed closely, she began undressing in the bathroom. He watched her for a little bit before he walked into the room. She turned to look at him a split second before he slammed her into the wall, pinning her with his body. He lifted her chin, keeping a firm grip on it, making sure she couldn't move her head.

"What are you going to do?" he lowered his head letting his lips hover just over hers.

"Nothing Mac," she arched her back in an effort to get closer to him. "I wouldn't ever betray you." Her eyes went to his lips.

"Why aren't you letting it go then?" he tightened his grip on her chin until she winced.

"I just….does it make me a bad person? That I would rather not do anything, than lose you." She gripped his wrist. He was hurting her bad, there would be dark bruises tomorrow.

Instead of answering right away, Mac closed the distance between their lips. He released her chin, wrapping his arms around her, nearly bending her backwards as he attacked her mouth.

He pulled away as soon as she began going limp in his arms, leaning his forehead against hers he looked into her eyes.

"It isn't your job to save anyone, you couldn't even if you tried." He let his hand glide down her side and around her hips, grabbing a handful of her naked ass. He kissed the dark red marks on he'd left on her chin and jawline, before making his way to her mouth again. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling up his arms as she did so. He knew she loved his arms, always biting and licking them even when they weren't fucking.

He let go of her ass to unbutton his pants quickly. He'd distracted her from thinking too much again, she was all about fucking him right now, her hips arching up to meet his as soon as he pulled the least bit away. He didn't waste any time, pulling his already hardened dick out, he picked her up and slammed her down onto his cock with one quick motion, her satisfied moan matching his. There was no foreplay to this, he was going to see if he could fuck her straight through the wall. He crushed her against the tile, slamming into her hard enough to bruise his hips. She orgasmed almost immediately, her muscles clenching him painfully hard. He kept at her, fight his own release until she passed out from lack of oxygen, then he let himself go. He released some of the pressure his body was putting on her, letting her come to.

"Feel better?" He gave her a genuine smile when all she could do was murmur and nod her head weakly.

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"You wanna go visit your friends?" Mac asked her as they watched TV. Lluvia turned to look at him surprised. She hadn't been back in nearly a year.

"Alone?" He hadn't let her out of his sight for months now.

"Yeah, there's something I need to take care of, it will be better if you not here."

She turned back to the TV, being away from him for a night or two should not make her feel this uncomfortable. She used to be so independent, now just the thought of being without him got her all twisted inside.

"I don't want to." She answered without looking at him. She felt him shift beside her, his arm tightening around her shoulders. He tried to turn her to face him gently, the gentleness made her feel even more uneasy.

"Look at me."

"No, I don't want to." She sounded like a child, a child on the verge of having a fit and she didn't care, he couldn't make her leave if she didn't want to.

"Lluvia," His voice soft, not a hint of anger. "I'm asking this for you." That got her attention, Mac asking. Mac never asked. She turned to face him. He looked pleased.

"I don't want to, I don't care if it's for my own good. I don't want to go unless you're coming with me."

Mac watched her full lips press together in determination. He had her so completely entwined with him that a couple of nights away were too much. He'd done it on purpose, made sure all her pleasure and happiness came from him, everything else was made to fade into the background, he ensured that he was a part of her every waking moment, and when he wasn't, there was emptiness. He'd planned it all, but was surprised at how easily it had been done, considering how independent she was before she'd met him.

"If you don't want to, fine, but you're going to have to listen to what I tell you to do. I'll be gone a day tops."

"The night too?" her voice small and unhappy.

"Naw, I'll be back at night."

"I guess I'm not supposed to know what you're doing."

Mac brought both arms around her, allowing himself to be gentle, she deserved it for being so good. She settled with her back leaning on his chest, enveloped in his muscular arms. He kissed the top of her head.

"You'll know, just not yet."

"Do I want to know?"

"I don't matter, you'll know, it's the last thing you need to know." He shifted down and repositioned them so that he was laying on his back with her laying half on him, her head on his chest.

She drew little circles patterns on his flat stomach. He thought that maybe she already knew exactly what he did, well, maybe not exactly but the general idea. She wouldn't run, not again, he knew that, but he didn't want things to change between them either. She worshiped him, her smart ass mouth and fiery temper, never keeping her from giving him everything he wanted, in return he let her run their little home, boss him around a bit. He knew she had power over him, for as much as she was dependent on him for her pleasure and happiness, he was just as dependent on her. She was his match, in all his years of terrorizing, she was the one that opened her arms to the monster willingly. Her acceptance calmed the storm that raged inside of him, all she needed to do was accept this last thing. When she did that, he would make her the center of his world, just as he was the center of hers.