Rage

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Burke

W itnessing Clara perform her revenge was sweeter than I thought it would be. Now she gazes at me curiously. Even covered in blood, Clara and her radiant smile make my dick throb. Rage and lust swirl inside of me like a hurricane.

I shift my attention from her to my work. Lowering the knife to his neck, her voice gives me pause before I slice open his artery.

“What if we fucked right now? Would that be the ultimate send off?”

“Is that what you want?” I turn to gaze up at her, my mouth dries and I arch an eyebrow.

“It’s wrong though, right? I mean, I know what I did to him, but doing this seems fucked up, and I don’t know why I want it.” She fidgets with the button on her jeans, and I stand, bringing the knife with me.

“Don’t think so. If that’s what you want, who am I to deny you?” I place the knife on the chair and rip her clothes off, tearing the fabric of her shirt and shucking off her jeans. I unzip the large hoodie I’m wearing, and as I pull the shirt over my head, her cool touch makes me jump. “God, you drive me crazy,” I whisper.

Undoing my belt, she kneels in front of me. Her dark hair pulled back in a slick ponytail, letting me see those green orbs I can get lost in. She rips my jeans down and wraps her hand around the base of my cock.

When she pulls me closer to wrap her lips around my length, the room fills with the sound of her suction, and Andrews grunts. I should have sliced him wide open when I had the chance. He’s ruining the moment.

Gripping her ponytail, I fuck her mouth and hold her to the base of my shaft, her throat milking me until I pull away and let her breathe. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I tug gently, and she stands in front of me waiting for direction. “You are such a good slut, you know that, right?”

She nods, and I bend her over the arm of the recliner. When she recoils, I release her, and Clara immediately stands.

“I can’t… not there.” She looks down at the floor, twisting her fingers.

I’m not about to press her for details. The memories crusted within these dirty walls are enough to make my skin crawl without needing details.

I lie down beside the crimson mess and pull her down onto my face. Gripping her thighs, I explore her folds and lick her sweet juices as she grinds her clit against me. As she tenses, I roll her over and Andrew’s vacant gaze is locked on us. She sent him straight to hell.

“You’ll rot somewhere. I win, not you. You could never fucking win,” Clara spits out at him. I hold on to her, pulling her into the position I want, and slide into her wet pussy. She lets out a primal groan. “Fuck! Make me come all over your hard cock, Burke.”

She’s putting on a performance, and if that’s what she needs, I’m happy to be here to deliver. I grab her ponytail, jerking her upright, and slam into her. The way she squeezes around my shaft is almost too much to bear. I let go of her hair and grip her hips as I pound into her.

Clara grips the carpet in front of her, thrusting back on my dick as she screams out and tightens around me. “Fuck, Burke, I’ve never come like you make me do.”

“You belong to me, that’s why.” I growl and lift my leg to steady myself before pulling out and spreading her open to watch my cock disappear. “Dragonfly, you take me so fucking well,” I grit out before slamming in to the hilt.

Clara lurches forward until her hands rest on Andrew’s naked flesh. Blood seeps through her fingers, and it’s undeniably hot as fuck.

“Don’t stop, I’m going to come again.”

I never intended to stop slamming into her and reach beneath us to swipe my fingertips over her clit. When she squeezes down again, I can’t stop and fill her with my come.

“Just like that, such a good job,” I whisper. As much as I want to give her another round, I am aware Curt will be here soon, and I pull out. “What do you want, Clara?”

“Make me come again, please,” she begs.

Leaning back on my heels, I slide two fingers into our combined juices within her and rub her clit, and as she humps my hand, my dick throbs for more. Adding another finger, I fuck her until she clamps down on my digits.

“Fuck yes,” she screams.

“Perfect, let’s get out of here, Dragonfly.”

“I don’t have any clothes, you ripped them. What are we going to do? My prints are all over him now! Fuck, I’m stupid.” Clara’s face drains of colour.

“Nope, I know a guy. He’s scheduled to be here within an hour. I got this covered. No one will ever tie you to this piece of shit. Not like this.” I get up and pull my jeans on before doing them up.

“My clothes are still fucked.”

I hand her my hoodie and slip on my shirt. Clara drowns in the fabric, but it covers everything it needs to. I grab her blood-covered hand and leave the knife next to his body.

“Any parting words?”

“I’ve said everything I need to,” she whispers. Her gait wobbles, and I know the adrenaline is going to run out.

On our way home, Clara is silent, and I worry about her. I run my fingers over her bare leg, trying to keep her in the present, but she doesn’t respond. When we get to the front door, she stumbles over the first step, and I pick her up and cradle her against my chest. Walking up to the bathroom, I set her on the counter before drawing a warm bath.

“You did so good,” I tell her.

After I shed my clothes, I turn to her and watch the tears fall down her cheeks.

“Why does it feel bad, then?”

“Sometimes, it doesn’t live up to the image you had in your head, but you were and are so fucking strong. I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side. Clara, you are fucking powerful, and no one can take that away from you. Not Andrew, Ryan, or even me.”

I unzip the hoodie she is wearing and place it, along with her bra, on the pile of clothes next to the door.

“I’m exhausted.”

I pick her up and bring her to the bath. Laying her into the water, I get in behind her and rub the cloth through the bubbles before trailing it over her skin.

“It’s tiring being a complete badass. We’ll get you cleaned up and fed, and then we deserve a good night’s sleep.” I kiss her shoulder and continue to wash the blood off of her. She’s so fucking exquisite, and I can’t express the feelings that bubble in my heart. “You have a power over me. Have for years. I don’t know how to control it, but I’d walk to the ends of the earth if that’s what you wanted.”

Clara relaxes against my chest, and for the first time in my life, it’s like the puzzle pieces fit right. That even though I waited for her, it all came together when it needed to and not a moment before.