Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Arkady
S he was so tight, so wet, so fucking hot, it was taking all I had in me not to fucking blow my load and fill her with my cum.
God, just thinking about it had my balls twitching.
The way she flushed red when I called her a good girl told me all I needed to know to push her over the edge with me.
My sweet little bookworm liked to be praised.
“You like that, do you?” I asked as she slid up my length, my finger traveling with her. “You’re doing so good.”
She moaned my name, her head thrown back as she slid her hips back down, swallowing my cock with her cunt as we both groaned with unrestrained pleasure. I curled my finger inside her, though there wasn’t much room to do so, and the shiver that raced down her spine reverberated in my cock, making my balls twitch.
“That’s it, Tara,” I whispered to her, needing her to fall apart atop me while I filled her with my seed. “I wanna watch you come on my cock, pretty girl, can you do that for me?”
“I—I don’t know,” she whined, taking me inside her again. “I’ve never come this much in my life.”
“Welcome to the rapture, beautiful,” I teased, my free hand on her hip, guiding her, encouraging her to take me again and again. “I know you can do it. You can come for me again. You will come for me again.”
“Oh, fuck,” she keened, her wails bouncing off the ceiling as she sped her pace. “Fuck me, Kade, fuck, fuck, I need?—”
“What do you need, pretty girl?” I demanded, ready to give her the fucking moon if she asked for it. “Tell me.”
“I need?—”
She shifted her weight to one hand and reached for the one I’d placed on her hip, redirecting it to her clit with a groan. I was a fast learner, and my thumb slid over her swollen nub, teasing the bundle of nerves just below the skin.
It earned me a loud, expressive, pleasure-filled moan that had my balls drawing up against my body.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” I begged, my orgasm fighting for release. “I need you to come on my cock while I fill you up, Tara. Please?—”
I pinched her clit, and she screamed, her nails digging into my thighs as she rocked my cock up into her again and that tight pussy convulsed around me, forcing my finger out of her as my cock jerked in answer and filled her with cum.
My cum. Mine. Not his.
She was mine now. This beautiful goddess, this abused, mistreated, fallen angel was all mine, and I wouldn’t let her go again. If I had to kill my own brother with my bare hands, I would, just to ensure she never spent another second in his arms again.
“You’re mine, pretty girl,” I growled, watching my cum drip out of her around my cock as I softened. “All mine.”
“Yes,” she answered in kind, her breathing labored. “Fuck me, that was…”
“Amazing? Mind-blowing? Insane?”
She fell forward as my cock slipped out of her, the stickiness of my seed and her arousal coating my stomach as I tugged her into my arms. “Heaven,” she said instead, her lips brushing against my chest, tickling my skin with her lashes as they fluttered closed. “Shit, I need a nap after that.”
Downstairs, the sound of a car in the driveway perked us both back up like someone shoved a white-hot poker up our asses.
Her head swiveled to the clock, and she swore loudly, scrambling off me in search of her clothes.
“Fuck, fuck, he’s back, he’s not usually this early?—”
I sat up on the bed, forcing myself to take a deep breath as I searched for the calm she needed. “Just breathe, Tara, he won’t even know I was here?—”
“I smell like sex, Kade,” she pointed out, and my daydreams of taking her over and over again in this bed deflated in the blink of an eye. “If he finds out?—”
“He won’t,” I reassured her, knowing she couldn’t process what I was saying in her panic. “You’re going to put on some fresh clothes, spray some perfume on, and he won’t suspect a thing.”
“Tara, I’m home,” a voice called out as she slipped into a dress from her closet. I’d already slipped back into my pants and was working on the buttons of my shirt when his voice echoed up the stairs. “Where are you?”
“I’ll be right down, Ar-Arkady,” she called back, her voice shaky. “Just give me a minute.”
“Whatever,” he threw back, his words harsh and lacking the care one would usually expect from a caring partner. “Hurry it up.”
She straightened her skirt, combed her hair, and checked her face in the mirror. There was no hiding the fact that her lips were swollen from kissing, or the smear of her mascara at the edge of her eyes. She wiped at them pitifully, desperately, her hands shaking in the process.
I couldn’t watch this go on.
“Tara—”
“Shhh, he’ll hear you,” she whisper-shouted, fear in her eyes that made me sick. “Do I look okay?”
I wanted to tell her she was fine, that she’d be fine, but I knew she wouldn’t listen. She couldn’t. Her fear and panic had taken the wheel, shoving logic and rational thought to the backseat.
Instead, I just nodded, then pulled her close for a quick hug, my shirt still unbuttoned.
She didn’t relax in my grip, but she returned the hug, her nose running along the column of my throat as she sighed.
“There’s a lattice outside the window,” she muttered, jerking her thumb to the far wall. “I’ll take him into the kitchen, and he won’t see you sneak out.” She covered my mouth as I opened it to tell her I had no intention of leaving her, and she shook her head as footsteps sounded at the bottom of the stairs again. “I’ll wait for you,” she said quietly, placing a kiss on the side of my jaw as she slipped out of my embrace and moved for the door.
It killed me when she shot a final glance over her shoulder, closing the door behind her with a quiet click.
I heard her feet on the steps, counted them as she called out to that liar, hating that she felt the need to put on a show for him. That she needed to hide from him. That he was so dangerous, so callous, so violent, that he’d scared Tara, a girl who was unshakeable once upon a time.
I couldn’t let that sick fuck live another minute, breathing my air, wearing my name, using my image to get everything he didn’t deserve.
I glanced across the carpet as a plan formed in my mind, spotting the discarded pistol, feeling the weight of the bullets in my pocket still.
Hold on, Tara. I’m coming.