Chapter Twenty-Five
CREW
Monroe smiles up at me like I’ve made her the happiest woman in the world, and it does something to my insides.
My heart pounds rapidly, and all I want to do is crawl inside her, infect her the way she’s infected me.
I can’t get enough of her. My hands slide down her perfect body, gripping the hem of her dress and quickly pulling it over her head.
“Crew!” she squeals. “What are you doing?”
“There’s a no-clothes rule in my room. If you’re wearing them, you’ll be punished.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’ll sleep naked next to me so I can reach over and touch your perfect body without ridiculous barriers.”
My hands roam her taut stomach, then upward to unclasp her bra.
Her tits spill free as I toss the lace to the floor.
I run my fingers lightly under each breast, my thumbs passing over the tight little buds of her nipples before sliding back down her body.
I don’t stop until I’m threading through the short hair above her pussy.
Hell, I fucking love it. So natural, so fucking perfect.
She makes me feral. I keep dipping lower until I slip a single finger through her folds, delicately rubbing against her hole.
She’s already wet for me, and I groan my appreciation.
Monroe’s eyes become more heavily lidded as she sways on her feet, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Sore?” She nods, and I tsk.
“Words, pixie.”
“I’m sore.”
“How about I kiss it better?”
She starts to nod again, but thinks better of it. My lips turn up in a smile as I slip my finger into her, rubbing the heel of my palm against her clit.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite, pixie.” I pick her up, setting her down on the edge of our bed, and dropping to my knees in front of her.
She leans back on her elbows and watches me with lust-filled eyes.
My hands run down her right leg, picking up her foot and rubbing my thumbs into the center.
My lips meet the top of her toe, dragging them against her flesh to kiss her inside sole, then her delicate little ankle.
I kiss up the inside of her calf, her knee, and the inside of her thigh.
Monroe trembles, goosebumps breaking out and spreading against her soft skin. I rest her foot back on the ground and repeat the process to her left leg, kissing, licking, and nibbling as I go. Giving her new sensations as she starts to sag further into the bed.
Her entire body shivers as I rest her feet on the edge of the bed, spreading her open wide for me.
“I’m addicted to how your body responds to me. Even before I touched you, you’ve always felt me there.”
“I wanted you. From the moment I saw you that day, Crew. I craved you. Craved my stalker.”
I ghost a kiss over her tender flesh between her legs, my nose nuzzling into the hair there.
“I’m yours.” My tongue sticks out and flicks against her lips. “And you’re mine.” I place a kiss right over her glistening slit. “Your head.” I give her a little more pressure with my tongue. “Your heart.” I slip it through her folds, her body arching toward my mouth. “This pretty pussy.”
“Then make me come, Crew. Show me who I belong to.”
Fuck. How can one woman calm the storm inside me and make me crazed all at the same time?
My hands grip her hips as my face finds its home between her legs. I bury myself into her, my tongue seeking out her clit and lapping at it, dragging my piercing along her sensitive flesh. I collect as much of her arousal on my tongue as I can, needing to swallow down her sweet taste.
Monroe’s hands thread through my hair, pulling at the strands as she grinds into my mouth. I alternate between long laps and little pulses, my tongue slipping around her soft, velvety texture. I grind against the bed, my hard cock desperate for friction.
“Crew!” Her body stiffens for a brief moment, and then it’s all shakes, tremors, and moans while her taste floods my mouth.
Her arms stretch out above her head as she arches and writhes through her orgasm.
I lick her through it, sucking her clit between my lips and giving her a little suction.
Monroe will never know a day when my head isn’t between her thighs, eating this sweet pussy.
Just as she comes down, I stand between her legs, pumping my cock until ropes of cum splash out onto her center.
Monroe watches with rapt attention, her breathing labored, her eyes heavy, mouth falling open in a sexy little “O”.
I squeeze the last drops from my tip, watching it drip down onto her wet cunt.
“Tell me, pixie, have you ever tasted cum before?”
“You know I haven’t.”
“Good. Mine will be the only cum that ever touches your tongue.” With two fingers, I swipe up some of my mess and press it into her mouth.
My sweet girl sucks them down, cleaning them off so perfectly for me.
I groan, fucking my fingers slowly into her mouth.
“So good for me. I can’t wait to fuck you here.
” Her eyes glimmer like she’s also thought about it, and that makes me fucking feral.
I want to keep going. Want to spend days, weeks down here playing with her, but I know this is all new, and I know she’s sore.
Reluctantly, I pull my fingers free and watch as she licks her lips.
Fucking tease. I walk to my bathroom, run the hot water, and get a washcloth before returning to her.
She hasn’t moved from her position at the end of the bed, but her arm is draped over her eyes.
It’s been a long twenty-four hours, and I bet she’s absolutely exhausted.
I take my time with her, cleaning my cum off her pussy and lower abdomen, wiping her down, then tossing the wet cloth into the hamper.
I gather her pliant body up in my arms and position us in bed together, a place I’ve never had another person sleep but me, but I can’t be away from her.
It’s not enough, and I need to be touching her.
She stirs in my arms, wrapping around my waist and resting her head on my chest. “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you, pixie.”
“Why don’t you sleep? You said you get nightmares?”
I take a deep breath, not wanting to go back to this place but wanting to open up to her.
“I’ve had a rough life. I had never known a shred of kindness until Rolo—Jesse—came along.
The people who had me were drunks and drug addicts.
They kept me locked in a cage for as long as I can remember.
There’s not even a record of me being born anywhere.
Jesse said she must have had me at home and didn’t tell anyone except whatever man knocked her up and was living there.
I didn’t go to school, and I never left the house they lived in.
Hell, I didn’t get to leave the cage often.
I was a ghost. The isolation and lack of touch and communication really fucked with me.
I was beaten and tortured, but that physical pain heals.
The mental,” I tell her, tapping my head, “that fucked me up. I used to sit in the cage and rock back and forth; even now, stimulation like that is soothing to me. I tap my thigh, and I count things, all to just keep myself from losing my shit. I own who I am, Monroe. I have a dark side that I work hard to keep locked up. One day, I was beaten and thrown back in my cage, but the door didn’t lock.
Something snapped in me that day, and I felt like I was someone else. ”
“Malice,” she says, putting the pieces together.
“Yeah. Malice. I craved it. I wanted to make them hurt and suffer. So, I did. I slaughtered them while they fucked on a dirty mattress. I lived in the house with their decaying bodies until I was on the verge of starving to death. I was homeless for a while, sleeping on park benches, until I was arrested for breaking into this abandoned house in the middle of winter. I went to jail and met Jesse. He saved me. Kept me from killing some asshole in prison and told me things would get better. After we were out, he brought me here, gave me my cut, taught me to read, taught me everything I know, and gave me a second chance at life.”
Tears stream down Monroe’s cheeks, and she climbs over my body to straddle me, cupping my face. “Surviving is the hardest thing any of us will ever do. You’re a survivor, Crew.”
“I’m a killer, Monroe. A monster. A demon. This is why I’m not worthy of you.”
“I don’t believe that for a second. I know you’ve done terrible things, but you’re a good man. Look at how you treat me, look at how you took my virginity. You have so much love inside you, you just don’t recognize it.”
“I wish that were true.”
“Have you ever killed someone innocent?”
“Never.”
“Then you’re doing something good for the rest of us. Don’t you see that? Your parents deserved that death after what they did to you. The man who murdered Jesse deserves death. Evil lurks, Crew, and people like you right the scales.”
“You and Saige are going to be great friends, pixie girl.”
“Yeah? She kind of became my hero with the vibe she’s putting out. I wish I were that badass.”
“I like you just the way you are. All light and love and warmth.”
“Then I’ll be your light.”
“You already are.”