Destroyed
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That was all I needed.
The knowledge he loved me gave me the strength to brave the unknown future. Gave me the courage to love another just like I’d loved Clara.
I came.
I unravelled and combusted all in one go. The orgasm wasn’t just in my pu**y; it existed in every blood cell, in every breath I took, in every part of me. On and on the waves rolled, mimicking the crashing surf outside.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” His mouth found mine in a battle of lips. He poured struggle, love, and commitment right into my heart.
I felt complete.
I hadn’t even known I was missing something until he gave me everything he was.
I’d never be free of him. Just like he’d never be free of me.
I cried out as the contractions of my release squeezed around his cock. He shivered and thrust harder. “I’m coming. Damn I’m f**king coming.”
Roan came apart.
His thrusts lost uniformity, driving relentlessly, seeking pleasure, seeking a release. “Take me. All of me.” His orgasm tore down his back, rippling like a powerful wave over his muscles. He spurted deep inside, splash after splash.
My release kept going, intensifying as our life mingled. I found, for one brief second, eternal happiness.
Gradually, Roan slowed before coming to a gentle rock. He collapsed on top, his c**k twitching deep inside. His breathing was ragged and his heartbeat thudded through me like a heavy drum.
He sounded as if he’d run a gauntlet and barely survived.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
He snorted. “Once again you ask about my wellbeing when I’m the one who just f**ked you like a beast.” He looked up with desolate eyes. “Can you forgive me for taking you like that? Today of all f**king days. I should’ve kissed you and made sweet gentle love rather than bruise you like the bastard I am.”
My hand cupped his cheek. His entire body quaked and his forehead furrowed with deep tracks. Our hearts thudded so hard the bed trembled with every pulse, completely out of rhythm, racing to a crazy beat.
Not wanting to push him any further, I dropped my touch. He’d been through enough. He’d done better than I’d ever hoped.
We’d had full contact na**d sex and although he’d suffered like crazy, he hadn’t once frightened me.
“You didn't bruise me and you’re not a bastard. You took care of me, Roan. You protected me by battling through whatever you deal with.” I smiled softly. “And that’s why I trust you.”
“Doesn’t matter. I still had no control. I still took you harder than I wanted.”
The sun had dropped from bright to twilight, sending the room into peaceful shadows. Roan rolled off me and sprawled on the tangled sheets.
Every part of me ached, but it was a good ache. A welcomed ache. It reminded me that life went on. I may have said goodbye to one precious thing in my life that I could never replace, but I’d gained more than I ever thought possible.
I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him. He lay naked, an arm thrown over his head, his flat stomach pulsing as his heart slowly calmed.
The sweat on my skin began to chill and missed his weight on me. I missed being joined.
Sadness found me once again and I squeezed my eyes, trying to stay in the moment where tears couldn’t find me.
A hand caressed my cheek. “Are you okay?”
My eyes opened, locking onto his. “No. But I think in time I will be.”
His face darkened. “I miss her so much. It’s like a part of me is gone. I feel guilty for wanting this baby with you because I feel like I’m betraying her. I feel guilty for living while she’s gone.” He dropped his hand, looking up at the ceiling. “When is it okay to let her go? When will the guilt stop?”
My eyes glossed and I flopped down beside him, wanting so much to snuggle into his embrace. “Clara wouldn’t want us to feel guilty about living. But it’s going to take a long time to move on.”
Roan shifted, bringing his fingers to lock with mine. It wasn’t enough. I wanted his arm around me. But it had to do—for now.
“Thank you. For what just happened. You gave me something I didn’t even know I needed.” He smiled gently. “I have no words. It was incredible.”
I smiled. “Remember what I told you? Sex is meant to be enjoyed with no clothes and full body contact. You’ll get the hang of it.”
He laughed, then apprehension etched his face. “I managed to fight the conditioning this time, but next time…I don’t know if I can. It was stupid to push so hard. Especially now—” His eyes fell to my flat stomach.
Terror filled his gaze and I rushed to stop him from spiralling deep into himself. “Don’t think about next time. You probably didn’t think you could achieve what just happened, but you did.” I leaned over and kissed him gently. “Stop worrying. Everything will work out.”
“He’s hurting. He needs you, mummy.”
Clara’s voice captured my heart and I sucked in a breath.
A few minutes ticked by while we fell into our thoughts. The only sound came from the surf across the road. I wanted to stay in this bubble of time forever—in limbo where I didn’t have to face more tears or plan a future that would be full of complications.
Roan scowled. Breaking the silence, he said, “I didn’t want to do this, but it isn’t about me anymore. I need to know you’re safe. From me. I need to know I won’t hurt you accidently or put the baby’s life at risk.”
Ice trickled in my blood as a bleak resolution filled his eyes. He’d made a decision without discussing with me.
Shit.
Sitting upright, I snapped, “What are you thinking? Whatever it is, stop it.”
My heart picked up until it raced just as madly as before. I hated not knowing what crazy conclusions Roan had come to. He won’t leave. Will he?
Horror heated my blood at the thought of him walking away under the pretence of protecting me and his unborn child.
“Roan. You can’t—”
Cutting me off, he muttered, “I killed my handler in Russia. I broke the control he had over me. It’s no longer his voice inside my head telling me to kill and murder. But the conditioning is too deep. I’ll never be free because I’ve been taught all my life to obey a certain hierarchy.” He sighed. “Do you understand?”
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t have a clue. I’d never be able to comprehend what he lived with.
Roan didn’t wait for me to reply. “I can’t say I won’t ever fight again. I can’t say I’ll ever be strong enough not to seek out pain to help deal with my issues, but I can say I will hurt you. It’s inevitable. Sooner or later, I won’t be strong enough. You’ll touch me when I’m unprepared. I’ll lash out and cause untold damage, and I refuse to run that risk.”
My stomach pretzeled in fear. “What are you saying?” Don’t say you’re leaving. Do not say you’re leaving.
“All my life, I’ve been controlled. I thought I could find help from you, and…Clara…” His eyes misted, then he carried on. “But I’m taking responsibility for my own condition, and I know what I need to do. You’re my life now. My woman and lover. I belong to you absolutely. I can’t put your life in danger every second of every day. It isn’t fair on you. And I refuse to live in fear anymore.”
Rolling to face me, he softened his tone, accepting his decision, whatever it was. “Once I drop the barrier in my mind, I will be yours to control in all things. It’s the only way I can think to keep you safe from me.”
Grasping my hand, his voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “In order to keep you safe, I need to give you the power. I need to know that I’ll obey you in all things. I need an owner who I’ll obey explicitly if I slip and hurt you. If I put you in position of my handler, one word from you and I’d stop. Without question.”
I tried to pull my hand away, hating the thought of taking away his free will or owning rights to his thoughts and decisions. “No. I won’t do it.” It was barbaric. “You’re not mine to control. You’re a human being, not my pet.”
His fingers trapped me tighter. “You will do this for me, dobycha. Otherwise, you will always be that for me: dobycha—prey. I’ll never be safe around you and you’ll have to be on high alert all the time. One of us will screw up and it will be you who pays. You have to do this.”
He shook his head, eyes glowing with ferocity. “Do you want to stay here and raise a family with me?”
I glared. What a cruel question. Of course I did. But not at the cost of his happiness. Angry tears filled my eyes, but as much as I hated it, I couldn’t argue against his logic.
It’s not fair.
But it’s the only way.
I knew that. I knew my knife wouldn’t be enough to stop him if he forgot who he was and came after me. I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he hurt his son. I could end up dead or murdering the man I love.
It was a living hell.
When I didn’t answer, Roan said, “It has to be this way. You know it’s the truth. Until I can find another solution, this is the best I can come up with. I refuse to live in fear of killing you. I’d never survive watching another person I love die.”
My heart broke all over again for Clara.
For Roan’s family.
For his past.
I sighed as the fight to argue evaporated. I couldn’t deny it made sense. And I couldn’t pretend that both mine and our unborn child’s safety weren’t worthy of a sacrifice to keep us alive. “Only until we can find another cure.”
He nodded, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I sucked in a breath at the truth in his gaze. He didn’t believe he’d ever be normal. He’d given up hope. He’d accepted that this was the way his life had to be—his last chance to find some resemblance of happiness.
I wanted to kill every evil bastard who'd done this to him. They’d not only ruined Roan’s life but mine and his children's, too.
He’d never be free—always be haunted by ghosts.
“Don’t give up. Promise me you won’t give up.” Squeezing his hand, I vowed, “I will never use the power over you for anything other than protecting myself or our future child. You have my ultimate word. But this is only temporary. I know one day you’ll find freedom.”
He leaned in and gave me the sweetest kiss. Holding me steady, he licked the seam of my lips. His dark taste danced me away from reality and into a happier place. He kissed me to avoid lying to me.
He wouldn’t keep trying because he was tired. He’d fought the battle for too long.
I moaned as his teeth nipped on my bottom lip, sending more fireworks to unfurl. He tasted of freedom and future. I wanted so much for him to find ultimate happiness.
When he pulled back, something had changed. He’d activated the conditioning. I didn’t know how it worked but he’d given me power over him. And it f**king killed him.
Sighing heavily, he said, “It’s done. You’re safe.” His snowy eyes glowed with a mixture of hate and satisfaction. Relief and frustration.
My gaze grew wet at the thought of irrevocably owning this man. It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t human. But he’d given every obedience to me.
I felt as if he’d handed over a leash, pulling him to heel. I lost a bit of him even as he sacrificed so much.
Clara would’ve hated it. She would’ve known what he’d done. She would’ve made him find another way.
“Don’t give up. He needs you, mummy. Don’t be sad.”
Keeping my grief at bay, I nodded, accepting his gift. “I love you.”
He smiled, bringing me into the crook of his arm. His touch sent heat and burning embers across my skin. Every time he touched me, it was like he gave a part of himself—shared his energy with me.
That’s true.
He just gave me his soul.
Kissing the top of my head, he whispered, “And I love you.” Sucking a deep breath, he laughed, forcing merriment rather than sadness into his voice. “You own me heart and soul, Hazel Hunter. You’re not just my lover but my handler and I will walk over blades for you. I would kill for you. I will lay down my life for you.”
Nuzzling my neck, he murmured, “You have the power over a highly trained Ghost. What is your first command, mistress?”
My heart thumped at the pain hidden in his voice. The gift he’d given me. I swore then and there I would find a cure. I would never stop until I fixed the man who fixed me.
Ignoring the painful tug in my heart, I smiled against his lips. “Kiss me. Make love to me. Make me look forward to our future.”
His head bowed, lips captured mine.
His eyes locked with mine as he reverently whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”
Epilogue
My life ended three times before I finally had enough.
I’d been a boy, a Ghost, a man fumbling to find his place.
I never belonged.
My past was unchangeable, but my future was unwritten and rule free.
Invincible, Impenetrable, Invisible no longer applied to me.
I adopted three new things:
Resurrection.
Redemption.
Resolution.
All my life, I’d been a pawn. But not anymore.
I was a provider, lover, father, and friend.
In the wake of heartbreak came new life, and I was given a second chance. I accepted my handicap and grew to live with it rather than fight it. It wasn’t so bad having the woman I adored being my ruler.
But then came the silver lining. The ultimate dream.
The knowledge he loved me gave me the strength to brave the unknown future. Gave me the courage to love another just like I’d loved Clara.
I came.
I unravelled and combusted all in one go. The orgasm wasn’t just in my pu**y; it existed in every blood cell, in every breath I took, in every part of me. On and on the waves rolled, mimicking the crashing surf outside.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop.” His mouth found mine in a battle of lips. He poured struggle, love, and commitment right into my heart.
I felt complete.
I hadn’t even known I was missing something until he gave me everything he was.
I’d never be free of him. Just like he’d never be free of me.
I cried out as the contractions of my release squeezed around his cock. He shivered and thrust harder. “I’m coming. Damn I’m f**king coming.”
Roan came apart.
His thrusts lost uniformity, driving relentlessly, seeking pleasure, seeking a release. “Take me. All of me.” His orgasm tore down his back, rippling like a powerful wave over his muscles. He spurted deep inside, splash after splash.
My release kept going, intensifying as our life mingled. I found, for one brief second, eternal happiness.
Gradually, Roan slowed before coming to a gentle rock. He collapsed on top, his c**k twitching deep inside. His breathing was ragged and his heartbeat thudded through me like a heavy drum.
He sounded as if he’d run a gauntlet and barely survived.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
He snorted. “Once again you ask about my wellbeing when I’m the one who just f**ked you like a beast.” He looked up with desolate eyes. “Can you forgive me for taking you like that? Today of all f**king days. I should’ve kissed you and made sweet gentle love rather than bruise you like the bastard I am.”
My hand cupped his cheek. His entire body quaked and his forehead furrowed with deep tracks. Our hearts thudded so hard the bed trembled with every pulse, completely out of rhythm, racing to a crazy beat.
Not wanting to push him any further, I dropped my touch. He’d been through enough. He’d done better than I’d ever hoped.
We’d had full contact na**d sex and although he’d suffered like crazy, he hadn’t once frightened me.
“You didn't bruise me and you’re not a bastard. You took care of me, Roan. You protected me by battling through whatever you deal with.” I smiled softly. “And that’s why I trust you.”
“Doesn’t matter. I still had no control. I still took you harder than I wanted.”
The sun had dropped from bright to twilight, sending the room into peaceful shadows. Roan rolled off me and sprawled on the tangled sheets.
Every part of me ached, but it was a good ache. A welcomed ache. It reminded me that life went on. I may have said goodbye to one precious thing in my life that I could never replace, but I’d gained more than I ever thought possible.
I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at him. He lay naked, an arm thrown over his head, his flat stomach pulsing as his heart slowly calmed.
The sweat on my skin began to chill and missed his weight on me. I missed being joined.
Sadness found me once again and I squeezed my eyes, trying to stay in the moment where tears couldn’t find me.
A hand caressed my cheek. “Are you okay?”
My eyes opened, locking onto his. “No. But I think in time I will be.”
His face darkened. “I miss her so much. It’s like a part of me is gone. I feel guilty for wanting this baby with you because I feel like I’m betraying her. I feel guilty for living while she’s gone.” He dropped his hand, looking up at the ceiling. “When is it okay to let her go? When will the guilt stop?”
My eyes glossed and I flopped down beside him, wanting so much to snuggle into his embrace. “Clara wouldn’t want us to feel guilty about living. But it’s going to take a long time to move on.”
Roan shifted, bringing his fingers to lock with mine. It wasn’t enough. I wanted his arm around me. But it had to do—for now.
“Thank you. For what just happened. You gave me something I didn’t even know I needed.” He smiled gently. “I have no words. It was incredible.”
I smiled. “Remember what I told you? Sex is meant to be enjoyed with no clothes and full body contact. You’ll get the hang of it.”
He laughed, then apprehension etched his face. “I managed to fight the conditioning this time, but next time…I don’t know if I can. It was stupid to push so hard. Especially now—” His eyes fell to my flat stomach.
Terror filled his gaze and I rushed to stop him from spiralling deep into himself. “Don’t think about next time. You probably didn’t think you could achieve what just happened, but you did.” I leaned over and kissed him gently. “Stop worrying. Everything will work out.”
“He’s hurting. He needs you, mummy.”
Clara’s voice captured my heart and I sucked in a breath.
A few minutes ticked by while we fell into our thoughts. The only sound came from the surf across the road. I wanted to stay in this bubble of time forever—in limbo where I didn’t have to face more tears or plan a future that would be full of complications.
Roan scowled. Breaking the silence, he said, “I didn’t want to do this, but it isn’t about me anymore. I need to know you’re safe. From me. I need to know I won’t hurt you accidently or put the baby’s life at risk.”
Ice trickled in my blood as a bleak resolution filled his eyes. He’d made a decision without discussing with me.
Shit.
Sitting upright, I snapped, “What are you thinking? Whatever it is, stop it.”
My heart picked up until it raced just as madly as before. I hated not knowing what crazy conclusions Roan had come to. He won’t leave. Will he?
Horror heated my blood at the thought of him walking away under the pretence of protecting me and his unborn child.
“Roan. You can’t—”
Cutting me off, he muttered, “I killed my handler in Russia. I broke the control he had over me. It’s no longer his voice inside my head telling me to kill and murder. But the conditioning is too deep. I’ll never be free because I’ve been taught all my life to obey a certain hierarchy.” He sighed. “Do you understand?”
Tears pricked my eyes. I didn’t have a clue. I’d never be able to comprehend what he lived with.
Roan didn’t wait for me to reply. “I can’t say I won’t ever fight again. I can’t say I’ll ever be strong enough not to seek out pain to help deal with my issues, but I can say I will hurt you. It’s inevitable. Sooner or later, I won’t be strong enough. You’ll touch me when I’m unprepared. I’ll lash out and cause untold damage, and I refuse to run that risk.”
My stomach pretzeled in fear. “What are you saying?” Don’t say you’re leaving. Do not say you’re leaving.
“All my life, I’ve been controlled. I thought I could find help from you, and…Clara…” His eyes misted, then he carried on. “But I’m taking responsibility for my own condition, and I know what I need to do. You’re my life now. My woman and lover. I belong to you absolutely. I can’t put your life in danger every second of every day. It isn’t fair on you. And I refuse to live in fear anymore.”
Rolling to face me, he softened his tone, accepting his decision, whatever it was. “Once I drop the barrier in my mind, I will be yours to control in all things. It’s the only way I can think to keep you safe from me.”
Grasping my hand, his voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “In order to keep you safe, I need to give you the power. I need to know that I’ll obey you in all things. I need an owner who I’ll obey explicitly if I slip and hurt you. If I put you in position of my handler, one word from you and I’d stop. Without question.”
I tried to pull my hand away, hating the thought of taking away his free will or owning rights to his thoughts and decisions. “No. I won’t do it.” It was barbaric. “You’re not mine to control. You’re a human being, not my pet.”
His fingers trapped me tighter. “You will do this for me, dobycha. Otherwise, you will always be that for me: dobycha—prey. I’ll never be safe around you and you’ll have to be on high alert all the time. One of us will screw up and it will be you who pays. You have to do this.”
He shook his head, eyes glowing with ferocity. “Do you want to stay here and raise a family with me?”
I glared. What a cruel question. Of course I did. But not at the cost of his happiness. Angry tears filled my eyes, but as much as I hated it, I couldn’t argue against his logic.
It’s not fair.
But it’s the only way.
I knew that. I knew my knife wouldn’t be enough to stop him if he forgot who he was and came after me. I wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he hurt his son. I could end up dead or murdering the man I love.
It was a living hell.
When I didn’t answer, Roan said, “It has to be this way. You know it’s the truth. Until I can find another solution, this is the best I can come up with. I refuse to live in fear of killing you. I’d never survive watching another person I love die.”
My heart broke all over again for Clara.
For Roan’s family.
For his past.
I sighed as the fight to argue evaporated. I couldn’t deny it made sense. And I couldn’t pretend that both mine and our unborn child’s safety weren’t worthy of a sacrifice to keep us alive. “Only until we can find another cure.”
He nodded, smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I sucked in a breath at the truth in his gaze. He didn’t believe he’d ever be normal. He’d given up hope. He’d accepted that this was the way his life had to be—his last chance to find some resemblance of happiness.
I wanted to kill every evil bastard who'd done this to him. They’d not only ruined Roan’s life but mine and his children's, too.
He’d never be free—always be haunted by ghosts.
“Don’t give up. Promise me you won’t give up.” Squeezing his hand, I vowed, “I will never use the power over you for anything other than protecting myself or our future child. You have my ultimate word. But this is only temporary. I know one day you’ll find freedom.”
He leaned in and gave me the sweetest kiss. Holding me steady, he licked the seam of my lips. His dark taste danced me away from reality and into a happier place. He kissed me to avoid lying to me.
He wouldn’t keep trying because he was tired. He’d fought the battle for too long.
I moaned as his teeth nipped on my bottom lip, sending more fireworks to unfurl. He tasted of freedom and future. I wanted so much for him to find ultimate happiness.
When he pulled back, something had changed. He’d activated the conditioning. I didn’t know how it worked but he’d given me power over him. And it f**king killed him.
Sighing heavily, he said, “It’s done. You’re safe.” His snowy eyes glowed with a mixture of hate and satisfaction. Relief and frustration.
My gaze grew wet at the thought of irrevocably owning this man. It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t human. But he’d given every obedience to me.
I felt as if he’d handed over a leash, pulling him to heel. I lost a bit of him even as he sacrificed so much.
Clara would’ve hated it. She would’ve known what he’d done. She would’ve made him find another way.
“Don’t give up. He needs you, mummy. Don’t be sad.”
Keeping my grief at bay, I nodded, accepting his gift. “I love you.”
He smiled, bringing me into the crook of his arm. His touch sent heat and burning embers across my skin. Every time he touched me, it was like he gave a part of himself—shared his energy with me.
That’s true.
He just gave me his soul.
Kissing the top of my head, he whispered, “And I love you.” Sucking a deep breath, he laughed, forcing merriment rather than sadness into his voice. “You own me heart and soul, Hazel Hunter. You’re not just my lover but my handler and I will walk over blades for you. I would kill for you. I will lay down my life for you.”
Nuzzling my neck, he murmured, “You have the power over a highly trained Ghost. What is your first command, mistress?”
My heart thumped at the pain hidden in his voice. The gift he’d given me. I swore then and there I would find a cure. I would never stop until I fixed the man who fixed me.
Ignoring the painful tug in my heart, I smiled against his lips. “Kiss me. Make love to me. Make me look forward to our future.”
His head bowed, lips captured mine.
His eyes locked with mine as he reverently whispered, “Yes, ma’am.”
Epilogue
My life ended three times before I finally had enough.
I’d been a boy, a Ghost, a man fumbling to find his place.
I never belonged.
My past was unchangeable, but my future was unwritten and rule free.
Invincible, Impenetrable, Invisible no longer applied to me.
I adopted three new things:
Resurrection.
Redemption.
Resolution.
All my life, I’d been a pawn. But not anymore.
I was a provider, lover, father, and friend.
In the wake of heartbreak came new life, and I was given a second chance. I accepted my handicap and grew to live with it rather than fight it. It wasn’t so bad having the woman I adored being my ruler.
But then came the silver lining. The ultimate dream.
