Chapter 13 #2
“Do that again,” he orders in a deep, gravelly voice, shuffling a little forward to get closer to me. Seeing him like this…at my mercy. I may be on my knees, but what people don’t get is I’m the one in control. And with that thought, I’m soaking wet for this man.
This time, I dip down, lowering myself to lick him from right along his ballsack and slowly flattening my tongue on the way back up to the head of his cock. He takes a deep inhalation of breath.
“Fuuuucckkk,” he groans loudly, making me proud that I’m the one giving him this pleasure. “Suck it, Sweetness. I need your mouth. Show me what you can do.”
My eyes glance over at where Ethan is watching us with rapt attention.
He may have wanted to play like he didn’t want to, but even I can see his dick is hard watching me do this to Van.
When my eyes move back up to this gorgeous man above me, he’s wearing a small smirk behind his dominance. He’s enjoying being watched.
Leaning forward again, I swirl my tongue around the head, making sure to lap up the rest of his gift to me.
I flatten my tongue and take his thick cock all the way back in my throat.
Closing my lips around it, hollowing out my cheeks, and tucking my lips behind my teeth, I suck hard.
I grab his jeans in my tight fists as I begin moving up and down his length, taking the whole thing entirely, letting it hit the back of my throat.
Swallowing around the head, I make sure Van can feel it, but also so Ethan can see it.
Van removes the gun from my temple, sliding it in the back of his loose pants and boxer briefs again.
He grips the top of my hair in his fist. When he moans, the tight pull on my scalp makes me groan as well.
So many sounds coming from both of us, but his keep urging me on.
Wanting to hear even more come from him, and see if I am able to push him over the edge like this.
“Fuck, sweet girl. You don’t…mmmm…you…fucking hell…
don’t have a…uggghhh…gag reflex,” he grits out between heavy breaths, moans, and hisses.
At the mention of that one talent, I take him to the back of my throat, holding him there, and as I swallow around him again, I make him give a full body shiver.
That’s all it takes. He grips both sides of my head and pulls out of my mouth.
He leans down close to my face. His pupils are so blown, and his eyes are concentrated on mine.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I do exactly what he tells me.
Excitedly, I see what he’s planning, and I’m fucking here for it.
Standing over me, he slowly lets his spit drop into my mouth, letting it slowly drip from his.
When it hits my tongue, I hold it there and moan as his taste explodes in my mouth.
His eyes watch as I flatten my tongue, letting his spit spill out of my mouth.
He does it again and stands back up, still holding my head between his two hands.
“Keep it there. I’m going to fuck your face,” he says, keeping one hand twisted tight in my hair in the back of my head.
He guides his cock to my lips, running the head all over my lips.
He slaps his dick onto my tongue, before letting it slide in.
“Fuck, Sweetness. This mouth is mine. You are all mine,” he says, just before he thrusts in, grunting and growling.
Keeping my jaw loose, my tongue out, and teeth protected, I let him take his pleasure from me. His hand tightening in my hair is the first warning I get that he’s about to come. The next is the erratic thrusts, and then his grunts. “Fu…fuuuuckk, yesssss!”
Feeling him spill down my throat makes me shiver all over.
After a few moments and several heavy breaths, he pulls out of my mouth.
He drops down in a squat right in front of me and crashes his mouth to mine, devouring me.
His hands are soft now on the side of my head, but his mouth is hungry.
Lifting my hands, I cup both sides of his neck as we each tilt our heads, deepening the kiss.
When he finally pulls back, he stares into my eyes. I feel like I’m the only thing in his universe right now. He makes me feel seen. “Fucking hell, Kata. How did I live this long without you?” he asks, making me chuckle.
We stare at one another for what feels like an eternity, but was probably less than a minute. He looks down at my naked body with a devious smile. “The things I will do to this beautiful body are probably considered felonies in several states and most countries,” he says, tweaking my nipple.
I give a little shriek and slap his hand, making him laugh.
“Get dressed, Sweetness. It’s time to get out of here. The sun is going to be rising soon, and we need to get on the road,” he says, standing. He holds his hand out, helping me up from my knees again. I rub them once I’m standing, because being on them as long as I have, they are a bit sore.
Several minutes later, after getting completely dressed and now sliding my sneakers on, I look where Van is standing over Ethan with his arms crossed over his massive chest. His arms are bulging out from under the arms of his black T-shirt.
Ethan’s eyes are drooping from exhaustion, both mental and physical, but I can tell he’s terrified to take them off Van.
I walk over to where they are standing, staring at each other, rubbing my hand down Van’s strong back.
He glances down at me with a small, genuine smile.
“I’m ready. I’m sure Jackson fell asleep upstairs. Let’s get this over with,” I say, making Van nod his head and look back over at Ethan. At my words, Ethan’s eyes grow as large as saucers.
Van takes a small step back, placing his hand on my lower back, directing me in front of him. The gorgeous smile he just had for me turns dark and dangerous, as Ethan starts to shake his head and mumble under the tape.
Placing my hands on my knees, I bend over to make sure Ethan understands everything that is about to happen is all on me. It’s my decision and plan, but it’s all because of his betrayal. And now he needs to take responsibility and accept his punishment.
“I warned you when we first got together, E. I don’t do well with betrayal…with liars…with cheaters. And you fucking did all of it. So it’s time for you to accept your responsibility in all of this.”
Ethan tries to shuffle forward, but Van pulls me back away from him.
No matter how he pleads or looks pitiful, I refuse to feel sorry for him.
He caused all of this. Pointing over at his dead girlfriend, but never letting my eyes leave his face, I continue.
“That’s your fault. You made me do that.
Now it’s time for you to pay your price. ”
Ethan is shaking all over now. He knows me and he know how ruthless, vengeful, and savage I can be.
The fact that I once loved him doesn’t play into this equation at all.
Once you betray me…it’s done. He was actually given another chance after the fact, but he took my kindness and love for weakness…
and I am not weak by any stretch of the means.
My eyes shift over behind the boxes where Ethan is sitting and see something on the shelf that could be useful, and immediately I know how I plan to finish this once and for all. Walking past him, I grab the old kerosene camping lantern, and feel that it still has a little liquid in the bottom.
This will be a first for me, but I'm kind of intrigued about how this will work out.
When I’m standing back in front of my ex, his eyes are flitting back and forth between me and the object in my hand.
“The thing is E…” I say, lifting it up and giving it a little shake in front of me.
I unscrew the little metal cap. “My love burned so hot for you…until your treachery. Now…you will burn for me.”