Chapter 152


    Even when I said we didn’t need them.


    “I’m d you did,” I mutter.


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    “Really?” She doesn’t believe me.


    I try to smile at her. “Yes. I don’t want to hurt you. I got carried away.” I kiss her. “Lost in the moment.” I


    kiss her again. “Happens a lot with you.”


    Her face brightens with a grin.


    It’s catching. “I don’t know why you’re grinning, Mrs. Grey.”


    “Me neither.”


    I embrace her, holding her close, and ce my head on her chest. She strokes my naked back with


    one hand and runs her fingers through my hair with the other. And I crave her touch.


    “It means I can trust you, to stop me. I never want to hurt you,” I confess. “I need—”


    Tell her, Grey.


    “You need what?”


    “I need control, Ana. Like I need you. It’s the only way I can function. I can’t let go of it. I can’t. I’ve tried.


    And yet, with you…” I shake my head in exasperation.


    “I need you, too,” she says, hugging me tighter. “I’ll try, Christian. I’ll try to be more considerate.”


    “I want you to need me.”


    “I do!” she says emphatically.


    “I want to look after you.”


    “You do. All the time. I missed you so much while you were away.”


    “You did?”


    “Yes, of course. I hate you going away.”


    I smile. “You could havee with me.”


    “Christian, please. Let’s not rehash that argument. I want to work.”


    I sigh as she runs her fingers through my hair, chasing away my tension, helping me rx. “I love you,


    Ana.”


    “I love you, too, Christian. I will always love you.”


    We lie entwined in red satin, almost naked, me wearing jeans, Ana in her bra.


    What a pair we are…


    Her breathing evens out, she’s sleeping. I close my eyes.


    Mommy is sitting on the couch. She is quiet. She looks at the wall and blinks sometimes. I stand in


    front of her with my cars, but she doesn’t see me. I wave and she sees me, but she waves me away.


    No, Maggot, not now. Hees here. He hurts Mommy. Get up, you stupid Bitch. He hurts me. I hate


    him. He makes me so mad. I run to my kitchen and hide under the table. Get up, you stupid Bitch. He


    shouts. He is loud. Mommy screams. No. I put my hands over my ears. Mommy. Hees into the


    kitchen with his boots and smell. Where are you, little shit? There you are. Stay here, you little prick.


    I’m going to fuck your bitch of a mother. I don’t want to see your fuck-ugly face for the rest of the


    evening. Understand? When I don’t reply, he ps my face. Hard. My cheek stings. Or you get the


    burn, you little prick. No. No. I don’t like that. I don’t like the burn. It hurts. He smokes his cigarette and


    waves it in front of me. Do you want the burn, you little shit? Do you? Heughs. He has some teeth


    gone. Heughs. Andughs. I’m going to cook something for that bitch. Gonna need a spoon. Then


    it’s going into this. He holds an in-jec-shun up for me to see. She loves this. She loves this more than


    she loves you or me, you little shit. He turns away. He changes. He’s Jack Hyde and Ana lies on the


    floor beside him and he’s plunging the syringe into her thigh.


    “No!” I bellow to the world.


    “Christian, please. Wake up!”


    I open my eyes. She is here. Shaking me. “Christian, you’re having a nightmare. You’re home. You’re


    safe.” I look around. We’re on the bed in the yroom.


    “Ana!” She’s here. She’s safe. I grab her face and pull her lips to mine, seeking thefort and sce


    of her mouth. She is everything wholesome in my life. My love. My light.


    Ana.


    Desire rockets through my body like lightning; I’m aroused. I roll us over, pressing her into the mattress.


    I want her. I need her.


    Holding her chin, I ce my hand on her head to keep her still while I part her legs with my knee,


    resting my bursting dick, still d in denim, against her sex. “Ana,” I breathe, and gaze down into her


    startled blue eyes. Her pupils grow bigger and darker.


    She feels it, too.


    She wants it, too.


    My lips capture her mouth again, tasting her, taking her. And I rock my dick against her. I kiss her face,


    her eyelids, her cheeks, along her jawline. I want her.


    Now.


    “I’m here,” she whispers, and wraps her arms around my shoulders and grinds against me.


    “Oh, Ana. I need you.” I’m breathless, yearning for her.


    “Me, too,” she rasps, clutching at my back.


    I rip open my button fly, freeing my dick, and I shift, ready to take her.


    Yes? No? Ana? I gaze into her dark, dark eyes and see a reflection of my need and want.


    “Yes. Please,” she says.


    I bury myself in her in one thrust.


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