Semua Bab Fighting Love (Fighting For Love 3): Bab 31 - Bab 40

That night, Reena stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, still unable to believe that it was her own face looking back at her. She looked like something from one of Mitch’s beloved horror movies.She took a painkiller, grimacing at its bitterness, then pulled a large t-shirt over her head, wincing a bit as the material moved over her injuries. She sat on the edge of the tub and tugged on some loose pyjama bottoms, then took a deep breath and stood up. No dizziness this time, she was happy to see.There was a tap at the door. “Reena? You OK in there?”“Yeah,” she answered. “You can come in now.”Mitch opened the bathroom door and looked at her. “You ready for bed?”She nodded and he came over to her, put his arm around her shoulders. He practically carried Reena down the hall to her bedroom, and lowered her into bed. His huge hand stroked her hair back off her face and she closed her eyes at his touch. She couldn’t understand how those lethal hands could be so gentle; it was

“I did, at first. But it wasn’t every foster parent, and it wasn’t constant, and all the agency did was move me somewhere new while they investigated my claims. Or at least, they said they investigated. I have no idea if they did, or to what extent. I never heard anything more after I was taken from the homes.” She twisted her fingers. “After a while, I just stopped reporting it. Went quiet, kept my head down, tried to not attract any attention. I just… just disappeared, as best I could.”God, it hurt him to hear this. Mitch’s upbringing hadn’t been idyllic – Roxbury was one fucking tough neighbourhood, and it was where he’d honed his boxing skills – but he’d had a great family. Dad worked construction, Mom worked in a laundry, three younger sisters. Never enough money and a lousy, tiny walk-up apartment, but somehow it all seemed OK when Mitch had sat at the dinner table with his family and they’d talked and laughed. No matter what, he’d always had that safe place, that circle of lov

That Saturday night, Mitch was woken from a restless sleep. He sat up in bed, wondering what had disturbed him. He listened intently, then heard noise in the kitchen. He glanced at the clock, saw that it was just after 1 a.m.He got to his feet and quietly opened the door. Reena was in the kitchen, standing at the counter with her back to him. Immediately, Mitch was thrown back to that horrible night that she was attacked by Simon. He stepped into the living room.“Reena? You OK?”She turned around, and for a split second, Mitch feared that she’d be bloody and beaten, her eyes frightened and hurt as she looked over at him. But then it was just her, soft and golden in the light spilling in from the hallway, her blue eyes gentle and warm.“I’m sorry,” she said. “Did I wake you up?”“It’s OK. Is anything wrong?”“No. I mean, I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d make some tea. But I dropped the tea caddy on the counter… I’m sorry.”He shook his head. “Forget it. You really alright?”“Well…”

He kissed her, his hands running over her breasts, down the curve of her hips, then lower. He gently parted her smooth thighs and delved between them, skimming over her pussy, just brushing her lightly with a whisper of a touch. She closed her eyes and held her breath, silently begging for him to stroke her there.Without warning, he rolled over onto his back and pulled Reena with him. She gave a small cry of surprise as he opened her thighs farther, gently set them on either side of his body, and then pushed her up above him. She placed her hands on his chest for balance, loving to feel that hard muscle under her fingers. Mitch grasped her hips and started to lift and pull her forward up his body, one inch at a time. She looked down at his face, meeting his eyes, holding her breath, until – Oh, God… please… – he lowered her hot center just under his mouth. Reena shuddered helplessly on top of him, feeling his breath so close to her pulsing want.He raised his chin a bit, moving away

The next morning, Mitch lay on his side, drifting in and out of sleep and watching Reena’s peaceful face. It was Sunday, thank God, and he didn’t have to train that day. He was very much looking forward to spending the whole day in his bed with her, making love to her until she screamed.Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated on the table next to him. He started, looked at the clock. Who the fuck is calling me at eight o’clock on a Sunday? But then he saw the number and his face darkened. He picked up to stop the vibrating that might wake Reena, but didn’t say anything. Mitch got out of bed fast and grabbed his boxers from the floor, left the room, half-closed the door behind him.“Kirk?” he grated out. “What?”“Well, good morning to you too,” Kirk Jensen said. “Is that any fucking way to answer the phone? Your mama never taught you any manners?”Mitch took a deep breath. Remember who you’re dealing with here, man. This guy can hurt every single person you care about. At the thought, he gl