"Hello, beautiful." Steven grabbed her hand as they sped away from her house and for the first time in too long, she relaxed.

She, her sister and the boys had planned on getting wasted tonight. Both she and Cassandra wore lingerie under their outside clothes per the requests of their...?

Connie looked over at Steven. Though his face was shrouded in shadows, every once in awhile a streetlight passed to show he sported a delighted shit eating grin. It was as if he was thinking about something that broadcasted on his face how he felt. He moved her hand closer to him and she bit her lip to keep from laughing. He looked so damn cocky at the moment. As if he was driving a car made of pure gold with the hottest chick in the world at his side.

'It wouldn't kill me to refer to him as my second boyfriend, right? Its less complicated.' Obviously she knew that was a dangerous sinkhole but it sounded right. She had never even considered that you could love multiple men, much less date them at the same time.

Connie knew how insatiable she could get when she was too drunk, so she secretly planned to drink less for everyone's own sanity. Around Steven she was always hungry for physical touch, and always craving him inside her. She knew that Tequila or Vodka would only amplify things to the extreme.

Dark liquor was worse. She remembered the last time, almost 2 ½ years ago when she had 5 shots of Brandy and spent the entire evening screaming at her ex boyfriend, violently throwing up, and giving herself severe alcohol poisoning. Had it not been for her barely there luck, she wouldn't have lived to see the day after Easter.

"What are you thinking about?" Steven squeezed her fingers together in a distracted attempt to gain her attention and keep his eyes on the road.

She decided to lie. "You."

The man was silent for 4 miles before clearing his throat. "What are you thinking about, Ni?"

Her cheeks flooded with heat as she realized he was giving her a second chance to come clean. "I'm thinking about how bad I can get with dark liquor," She said, guilt lacing her tone.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I'll keep you away from it best I can, but you'll also have to have some, if not a lot of self control." His thumb skimmed over her ring finger and she nodded.

That's what she was hoping would happen.

It didn't quite go like that.

Of course when it came down to it, she couldn't control herself. Even though it was Apple flavored (which she hated the fakey taste of) she couldn't help herself when it was sitting there looking oh-so-enticing.

The gang had been drinking for about an hour now, and while they weren't hammered, they were definitely feeling the warm looseness of the alcohol.

Connie was enamored with Steven's every move, the corner of his mouth that always seemed to be upturned to a small smirk, the way he licked his lips (those soft lips she ached to kiss) every few minutes, his brown eyes staring into hers.

"Ni."

"Yeah?"

"We're going to the bathroom." He had that intense steely look again and she knew without a doubt that he needed her.

The only one in the room who was almost entirely tolerant to alcohol was Steven, but he had nearly drank the entire bottle of Hennessy singlehandedly. Even drunk the man stood up straight, though his step was a bit unsteady.

She felt her pussy quaking as he closed the bathroom door and locked it. The sound of the lock was deafening in the silence. Connie knew her sister and her sisters boyfriend were in the other room but all she could think about was Steven bending her over and fucking her silly.

"Something you don't know about me," he started as he took a single step toward her. "When I'm drunk, I can go for hours, and hours and hours..." His arm darted forward and he wrapped his hand around her neck. Instantly her new panties were soaked.

As if reading her mind, he ran a finger over her stomach and down until his finger was just barely teasing her folds. Her legs opened instinctually as he lightly cupped her cunt.

"I'm willing to bet that if I dipped my finger into you, you'd be sopping wet." He spoke to her in a way he hadn't before now, and it made her knees weak. She could feel raw power radiating off of him and it made her mind numb to everything but him. He turned her head to the side and did as he promised, causing the dark woman to whine.

"Please?" It was the only word she could think of. Perhaps the only one she knew, she wasn't sure.

Steven laughed humorlessly into her ear and tightened his grip on her neck, "I'm going to make you cry with pleasure, Ni-Ni."

Connie started to shake lightly, the buzz and anticipation making her an eager mess as he instructed her to turn around and face away from him. He was in her in a matter of seconds, telling her he wasn't going to waste his precious time depriving her of his cock. Not when he had plans for her body.

The first thrust was slow and sensual enough to make Connie bite her lip. The second one knocked the wind out of her and he gave her everything he had. His cock slammed against her cervix and she growled as the pleasure mixed with a bit of pain.

"Fuck!" Connie gripped the sink to brace herself.

"Dirty words from such a pretty mouth." Steven chided. He began fucking her evenly, letting her feel his whole length with every push and pull. And good god he could keep a beat.

Connie felt the heat building in her lower stomach already and she backed into him to take him deeper. "Harder."

She barely got the words out before he took her advice and smashed into her. The woman gasped loudly and cried out his name. He only laughed at her, taking her faster until the air was choked out of her lungs. The orgasm was so good the need to breathe ceased.

His cock and his possessive touch was making her feel crazy and she reveled at how much more pleasure she was feeling than she had ever felt. Her legs shook with the effort to support her body as he ravaged her. She turned her head to the side to look up at him.

His forehead had just the slightest shine to it and goddamn he looked down at her and smiled and her heart melted. He nodded to the mirror and lifted her off her feet so she could see him fucking her.

The change of angle made her cum harder than she had before and as she watched herself unravel in the mirror, her cheeks darkened. She felt so...

"Fucking beautiful." Steven's voice was strained as he leaned forward and slowed his pace. He lifted her chin with one hand and stroked her clit with the other. "Look at how pretty you look when I'm inside you, Connie Mahaswaren."

Her teeth dug into her lip as he seamlessly brought her an another clitoral orgasm that made her leak onto her thighs. He pulled out entirely for a moment and hummed. "Didn't know you could squirt, babygirl." Her slick pussy welcomed him as he entered her again and bit her shoulder. Everything he did and said made her clench and quiver and shake in his arms. She was putty in his hands.

"You're always beautiful, Ni, but goddamn you make me want to do sinful shit to you." He pulled her into him as hard as he could and let out a shaky sigh. "I can barely control myself. That cute ahegao is driving me nuts." The older man rocked into her again, gripping her hips tighter than he had before.

"A-ahegao?" Connie whined as he pulled out and nodded. "What's that?"

Without a moments notice he slid back in and repeatedly hit her g-spot until her pussy clenched. Her brain shut off as she moaned her climax. Steven leaned forward and tapped her nose, causing her eyes to open and see her reflection.

She suddenly understood what an ahegao was.

"See? Such a pretty little whore for--" The man groaned loudly as she clamped down on his cock as hard as she could. His cheeks flooded with color and his expression changed from teasing to taut with ecstacy.

Connie could feel his resolve crumbling. One false move and this giant of a man might break her pelvic bone with one vicious thrust. "Steven~,"

He made eye contact with her through the mirror and shook his head in warning slightly.

She smiled, remembering the first time they had ever had sex. "Don't be a gentleman, see if I can break."

Steven growled and dug his fingers into her hips. "Who am I to deny you of such joys?"

Connie floated in and out of overwhelming euphoria and consciousness as he fucked her inhumanly. Every time his hips met hers it filled her with immense bliss. The alcohol was making her feel like she was going to explode or pass out if he didn't stop soon. He just kept going and going and going.

Finally she faintly heard him mutter, "Fucking hell," and begin to twitch inside of her.

"Fill me," She begged.

He buried his hands in her hair and pulled it, pleased when Connie gasped her approval. "Brace yourself." His cock twitched again and Connie could feel her pussy grow warm as he came inside her. One pump, two, three until it spilled over and was leaking onto her thighs and the floor.

The Mashaswaren slumped, putting all her weight on the sink while Steven did the same on the wall.

They caught their breath for a moment before finally embracing for a kiss.

"Get some clothes on, you look like you've been ravaged." He kissed her cheek softly and she giggled at the contradiction of a man. How one could go from stone cold pussy anihilator to sweet Daddy Dom she would never know. But she loved it.

They redressed and he looked at his face in the mirror, irritation clouding his features.

"What's the matter?"

"Remember the night we met?" He said abruptly.

Connie shifted uncomfortably and nodded. "I remember some of it, yeah. That was the night... you know."

Steven set his jaw and stared off into the distance. "I know. I should have protected you.

Connie shook her head, "No, no it's not your fault it happened." She had told countless people that since it had happened.

Steven looked into her eyes with genuine anguish and she knew he knew something she didn't remember.

"I remember you came home with us, but you were with Leo. And I was hanging out with your friend Nora. When you and Leo left for a bit, we all just kinda hung out and yall were being loud so we turned on some music." Steven seemed to shrink into himself as it started to sink in for Connie.

"Y-you were at the party..." She whispered. She could feel her body temperature dropping as the fear from that night came crashing over her like a tidal wave.

"I was." He affirmed as closed the toilet and sat down.

"Why were you guys gone when I came back out?"

"Nora and the girl she was with wanted to go back to their place. And I went with them. They told me to grab your phones so you didn't lose them, which I thought was weird but didn't question. We were all drunk or strung out on something that night, you know? I-I didn't know what would happen. I was distracted and careless." Connie could visibly see him beginning to shake. Veins popped out of his neck and his breathing became labored. His head was down, as if he couldn't even look at her. The man sounded so angry it scared her.

Before she could have a panic attack, she felt her body go numb to the feelings as she formulated her next sentence. "I- they-"

"They grabbed your head and poured alcohol down your throat. I couldn't believe that the whole bottle was gone when I got home."

"Home?" Connie gasped and backed from his touch.

"Leo told me everything. They hurt you so bad and you were so brave." He stopped. Not just talking, he stopped breathing. He was still as night and before Connie could reach out, he pulled her to him so he was hugging her waist. "Fuck." He broke down, and began to cry.

"St-Steven." Connie felt tears come to her own eyes as she recalled the only vivid memory she had during those 4 hours.

*
Connie was clutching at her chest and wailing. She was exhausted, she hurt and she was so drunk. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

Leo walked beside her, his arm wrapped around her waist as he spoke rapid-fire Spanish into the phone.

She could hear labored breathing on the other end, she thought. Her vision blacked out for an indeterminate amount of time before she heard the footsteps. They sounded like they were running, but between the pitch black and the blindingly bright streetlights, she couldn't get her bearings. All she could tell was she was still crying loudly into the night before someone picked her up and held her against them tightly.

Somehow, she knew she was safe as she nestled into them. "Th-they raped me!" Connie gripped the person's shirt and screamed as hard as she could, fear now siding with intense anger and embarrassment for a moment before she relaxed back into crying.

"She's been inconsolable since we left. When I came out of the bedroom from looking for our phones, she was naked, covered in alcohol and so drunk she couldn't even yell for help. I think the adrenaline kicked in when I put her clothes on."

Connie's drunken mind protested at something Leo said, but she couldn't grasp the thought.

"I'm going to kill them." The person, who was now obviously a man said menacingly. "I swear to God, I'm going to kill them. If I wasn't holding her right now, they'd already be dead."

Connie could feel how serious he was but she didn't want him to leave. He was her Guardian. She felt he would protect her with his everything. He began to rock her gently and the distressed woman went quiet.

"Do you want us to call the police, Mamas?" Leo asked.

Connie dug her nails into Guardian's chest and shook her head. "No!" Tears welled up in her eyes as images flashed into her mind and she began to sob again. "Yes."

She looked up at Guardian but couldn't make out most of his features in the darkness until a car momentarily drove in their direction to show a man with a tear stained face, soft features and intense brown eyes.
*

Connie's tears overflowed as she realized, "You were my Guardian."

She met eyes with him, the same tear stained face, soft features and brown eyes filled with regret looking back at her.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry," He cried in-between sobs. "I should have been there. I could have protected you then and there, they would have been dead before they even realized I was coming for them. I ran as fast as I could when I heard what happened. I was 10 blocks away and I was there in 4 minutes. I've never ran so fast in my life."

An unimportant thought crossed her mind about dark liquor once again making things more complicated, but she was in such deep shock.

Here was a man who truly was torn up inside about her being raped when her own boyfriend had told her the best thing she could do was move on.

The only thing Connie could think to do was lift his face so she could wipe his tears. "It wasn't your fault. I should have been more careful." Her voice was shaky with her own emotions as she consoled him. "Please don't cry."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you." Connie hugged him and ran her fingers through his hair. "You came at the perfect time. Leo was watching."

Steven tensed. "Watching?"

"He wasn't looking for our phones the whole time. He pulled up a chair and watched until I was crying a lot. I was too drunk to say no and too drunk to cry out."

"Leo was in on it."

"Not really but he was there," Connie confirmed.

What happened next happened so fast she reacted a second after it occurred. She tried to move away from him but he held her in place easily. "I will never hurt you. Ever."

Connie's eyes fixed on the hole in the wall. Nearly an inch of drywall and he had punched clean through it. "If you had punched someone in the head with that strength you would have-"

"Killed them?" Steven's voice said it all.

"Steven."

"Yes Connie?"

"Did you make the men who raped me disappear?"

Steven took a very slow breath in and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. "Would you hate me if I said I did, and worse?"

Connie didn't react. If she did it would cause him to potentially lie. "No."

"What if I didn't?"

"Then you didn't," She replied.

Both of their eyes were dry now as they stared each other down. The forbidden couple now realized they had been struggling with an elephant this whole time, Steven knowing about it and keeping it to himself must have killed him.

He brunette was the first to glance away and he sighed. "I brought them to a few friends of mine. We'll call them The Anarchists. They made them disappear into thin air and I gave them the generous opportunity to say one last prayer to their gods."

Connie's mind was swimming. The obituaries... "You killed them."

"I did." Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was something about the way he said it that made the corner of her lip twitch upwards. He was cautious, but entirely unapologetic. Almost...

"Cocky," She determined.

Steven nodded, his face still serious but his eyes sparkling. "I don't regret what I did. Connie?"

"Steven?" The air was supercharged and she felt her lungs struggling to get oxygen as she anticipated what he would say next.

"I've loved you for a long, long time."

She froze for a moment, thinking about everything she had just learned. The gray areas of her life had changed yet again. Some areas were as black and white as could be. Other areas were shades of gray so similar it was impossible to tell them apart. Parts of her memories were restored and now she had a bigger picture.

Her life was changing drastically and she could feel their heartbeats sync as she whispered,

"I love you too. I loved you since we first met."

A/N: Oh my God. The smut, the build-up, the reveal, the second reveal, the three words, the FLUFF... this chapter is really something special to me. Do yourself a favor and reread the previous chapters so you can find the clues that alluded to all this.

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