Chapter 24
BLADE
A part of me loves that she disobeyed me. She never usually does, and fuck, the sound of her cries goes straight to my dick. Even better, her cheeks stained with tears, the tears I gave her, and her ass littered with my marks. It really is a sight to see.
I pull my pants down to the tattoo on my thigh and angle my head to spit on my cock before pumping it a few times. When I slide into her, her soaking wet pussy allows me to go in smoothly. She audibly gasps.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “You have no idea what you do to me, Amelia.” Her tight, wet cunt is the best I’ve ever had, and I can feel it clenching around me. Every time I first enter her, I have to say a fucking prayer to God, thanking him for making her all mine.
Without giving her any time to prepare, I plunge in and out of her hard, grabbing her hips with both hands. She clutches the sheets tightly, her fingers curling into the fabric while her body rocks back and forth in rhythm with the force of my thrusts.
“Whose little slut are you?”
“Y-yours,” she moans loudly.
I pause inside of her and slap her reddened ass a few times before picking up my pace again.
I’m pounding into her with a fierce, uncontrolled energy. Roughly and brutally. I tear the remainder of her dress from her torso, and it cascades to the floor in a crumpled mess.
Fuck, I don’t know how long I’m going to last in this tight pussy. Apparently, she won’t last long either because her body starts trembling.
“You wanna come, pretty girl?” She nods and throws her ass back on me, it feels so good I have to clench my teeth. “Beg me.” The only response I get is a whimper. “Beg me.” I thrust into her harder. “Beg for it, like the little slut that you are.”
“Pl—ease… Pl—” She gasps. “C-can… I…”
“I know, I know.” Thrust. “But you’re gonna try to get them out for me, okay? Because you’re not coming unless you can ask.”
“Please, please…” she finally manages to say when I slow down a little.
“Why should I let you? When you’ve been disobedient?”
She whines and squirms around. “Please. Please let me c-come. I won’t disobey you anymore.”
I grab a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fuck her ruthlessly. “You’re gonna be my good girl from now on?”
“Yes!” she squeals, and I can tell by the way her cunt is strangling my cock for dear life, she’s close.
“Fuck, angel. I can’t leave this wet cunt. I wanna stay here all night fucking you into the mattress until you pass out.” And I would if we didn’t have a ball to get back to. “Come for me.”
She lets out a breathless scream as she falls apart on my dick, writhing in ecstasy. “Oh my—!” I place my hand over her mouth, muffling the loud noises that threaten to escape.
Her back arches as she rides out her orgasm, and I grab her by the neck, lifting her top half and pulling her closer to me. I bite down on her neck to conceal my own grunts and groans as I come deep inside her, fully emptying my balls. My thrusts slow down, but I keep going, pushing the cum further into her.
She falls limp on the bed. Her hair is disheveled, her cheeks red, and a dazed expression rests on her face. She looks properly fucked, and more importantly, she looks properly fucked by me. Her soft whimper breaks the silence as she stirs, struggling to get up but falling back down.
“Shh, shh. You don’t need to do anything or think about anything,” I mumble, rubbing her back. “Don’t even keep thoughts in your pretty little head right now. I’ll be right back and you just stay like this. Don’t move, and I’ll go get another dress to change you into.”
I run upstairs like a cheetah on the hunt to Frankie’s room, pick out a pink dress, and come back to find her slumped on the bed in the same spot.
I can’t help the smile that makes its way across my face.
This is one of my favorite versions of her. Right after we fuck and she can barely move and needs me to do everything for her. Her helplessness, the soft whimpers while I clean her up, the vulnerability—all make me want to plunge right back into her.
After helping her change into the new dress and putting her hair into a half-up, half-down style, we walk back to the party. She doesn’t even notice the few people who glance in our direction, staring—she’s still on a high. Good.
Everyone’s attention shifts to the front of the room as the sharp tap of a microphone sounds in the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” John begins. “I have an important announcement to make. For years, I’ve kept certain details of my life hidden for safety reasons. But now, it’s as good a time as any to tell the truth.” He motions for Frankie, who hesitates, her brows furrowed, before eventually going to join him. “This is my daughter. Yes, my biological daughter. And I expect her to be treated like royalty by everyone here, at all times.”
A few members—mostly the ones from Crestview who didn’t know—gasp. Frankie’s expression twists into sheer horror as her gaze locks on something in the crowd. I follow her line of vision and spot Asher weaving through people, storming towards the exit. Frankie’s face crumples, and she bolts after him faster than I’ve ever seen her run.
Amelia notices the commotion. “What just happened?”
I shrug. “I’m guessing Asher didn’t know, and now he’s mad that he’s finding out this way.”
“I need to go after her,” she says, already stepping towards the exit.
I catch her arm, holding her back. “Let them handle it first. Then when she gets back, you can talk to her.”
“But she seemed upset. She needs me!”
“And if they’re talking right now? What are you going to do, interrupt them? Get in between them? I know my best friend, and you butting in will just make things worse. Let them talk it out first. They need the time alone.”
“I can be there for moral support.”
She snatches her arm away and turns around again, so I grab hold of her necklace, holding her back as I step towards her. My voice drops to a low whisper in her ear as I wrap my hands around her waist from behind. “You’re being awfully defiant tonight. First the dress and now this. Do you need another spanking? Because I’d be more than happy to warm my belt on your ass again to remind you who’s in charge.”
She nods at first, and I see goosebumps trail down her arm. Then, as she catches herself, she shakes her head and takes a sharp breath. “I-I mean no. No. I meant no.”
I smirk. “Hmm, that’s funny. Your body and your words are saying two different things. So which is it?”
“I-I’ll just wait for her to get back,” she stammers, her chest rising and falling, a trace of need in her voice.
I lay a peck on her neck softly. “I knew you were my good girl.”
···
It’s been two hours, and neither Frankie nor Asher has returned. I’ve been kicking open guest room doors, trying to find the fucker. Finally, I kick open the last door down the hall, and there he is.
Asher’s pacing around like a caged animal, his expression frantic as he runs a hand through his hair.
“What the hell is up?” I demand, shutting the door behind me.
Asher stops mid-step, looking at me like his world has just come crashing down. “You remember that plan I told you John had me doing? That kept me so busy I couldn’t meet anyone new?”
“Yeah, So?
“The plan was to kill John’s ex-wife!” His voice is a strained whisper, but the panic is unmistakable. “And I just found out she’s Frankie’s mother! I’m freaking out, man. I have to kill my girlfriend’s mother, and her father—the fucking president —doesn’t even know we’re together! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”
“Calm down,” I say, stepping closer, forcing him to meet my gaze. “You’re not going to do anything stupid, like break up with her.”
He shakes his head, the desperation in his eyes cutting deeper than any blade. “What the hell am I supposed to do? John’s connected to Frankie, and if John finds out—”
“Look, man,” I interrupt, keeping my voice steady. “Frankie’s upset and crying in her room right now. You can’t abandon her because of something out of her control. She doesn’t deserve that.”
Asher’s shoulders sag. “But if I don’t go through with this…”
“Why does he even want you to kill her? You’re a hacker, not an assassin.”
“He’s not asking me to kill her with my bare hands. He wants me to interfere with the machines that sustain her life so she naturally passes away. He also wants me to mess with the nurses’ systems so they accidentally double-dose her on pain medication. So when she goes, it’s painless and also looks like an overdose.”
“Damn, he’s good.”
Asher throws his hands up. “Yeah, let’s just celebrate John’s meticulous way of planning murder while we’re at it.”
“Okay, okay. But why does he want to kill her anyway? He’s got plenty of ex-wives, why just her?”
“She’s terminally ill. According to him, she’s never getting better. He doesn’t want her to suffer. He thinks if she goes in peace now, it’ll be better than years of suffering followed by dying in agony later. I don’t think Frankie will see it that way.” Asher’s breaths come short and ragged. “I don’t know what to do. How am I supposed to look at her, lie beside her every night, knowing I have to kill her mother? The guilt would eat me alive.”
“Well, first of all, no one is killing her mother. I’ll handle this.”
“Really?” Asher’s voice beams with relief, but also uncertainty. “He’s not just going to take no for an answer, though. He seems really set on his plan.”
“Just let me take care of it with him. Consider it handled.”
“Well… thanks.” Asher sighs, the tension in his voice finally lifting. “I’ll owe you one.”
“Just take care of Frankie, and we’re even.”
“Really? That’s all you want for going after a guy like John? You know he’ll be angry at you, and you’ll have to go through another torture session because of it.”
“Yes, that’s all I want. You know why? Because Frankie being upset makes Amelia upset. You know how I feel about Amelia being upset.” I step forward, my gaze intense. “So you either fix this with Frankie, go in there and give her a big hug so Amelia can feel better, or you’ll find a side of me you don’t want to see. Do you understand?”
With a reluctant nod, Asher exhales sharply, the tension easing slightly from his shoulders. “Okay. I’ll go talk to her and fix it. Thank you, man.”
As he walks out of the room, I call after him, “Make sure Amelia sees you guys making up!”