Chapter 29
Chapter twenty-nine
Winona Bishop
Say Yes To Heaven — Lana Del Rey
Steam billows from the pot on the camping gas stove. The pasta is cooking, and the tomato sauce from the can is already on the counter after Reeve seasoned it and let it simmer.
“As much as I love watching you naked all day, or in my T-shirts. There are clothes in the closet for you, and I brought a few dresses here. I would love to see you in one tonight,” he says, spanking my ass as I pass the kitchenette to the library—a large bookcase filled from top to bottom with books, comics, figurines, candles, and sex-related accessories.
I have a feeling he did all of this in my tower as well. He must have planned it long before we arrived here.
“Will you wear a suit?” I ask, pulling out different books we haven’t read yet.
“If that’s what you want.”
“So, you got a suit here?”
“We’re all set. My team has helped me.”
I glance over my shoulder to see him stirring the pasta.
“Do you trust your team?” I turn my head back to the bookshelf and skim the first page of the book in my hand.
“I do. You know, I never had friends before, and trusting people doesn’t come easily. But after a while, they grew on me. I have a feeling you’re going to like them too.”
“I’m sure I will.” I place the book on top of the pile I had gathered on the small table next to the library. “How many people lived in these towers? They don’t look old or overly used.”
“They aren’t used. Your grandma wanted them to include everything a person needs. She started working on them when you were a baby; it was her secret project back then.”
So I was right, “These are safe houses.”
“Yes.”
“Is there a real underground prison here?”
“Yes, but it’s not exactly right below us.”
I pivot on the balls of my feet to face him. “What do you mean?”
Reeve leans against the counter, his hands folded across his chest, a half smile curls across his mouth, and his hair is a perfect mess. “It’s under a different side of the forest.”
So, that secret door in my tower leading to the forest will probably get us closer to the prison, but I didn’t get to explore it.
“Grandma said there’s a way to get inside through the stream.”
“There is, it’s mostly for emergencies, and it is much more difficult to reach.”
“How do you know so much about it?” I arch my eyebrow and mimic his body language.
“This isn’t my first time here. I spent my fourth year of training in this tower. I was eighteen, almost nineteen. I lived here alone for a year. I hiked through the forest repeatedly and memorized every corner. Before you ask, the bear was already here. I had to climb trees a few times.”
I chuckle in amusement.
I can picture him having a cute and funny quarrel with a bear.
It suits him.
“You said he was a rescue, and Grandma saved him.”
“She worked with someone else from the force to catch the people who trafficked him. As far as I understand, that woman is an officer and is part of BLACKBIRD. Their paths crossed in the force while your grandma was an officer.”
“What’s her name?”
He laughs in amusement, knowing I will ask so many questions. “Izzy. Romina wanted revenge for her husband. Izzy wanted revenge for her murdered sister. That’s how BLACKBIRD was born. She saved me once, thanks to my team and your Grandma, who contacted her.”
My throat goes dry as the realization hits me.
“When Third Eye locked you in a basement for three days.” I uncross my arms and let them fall to my sides.
They clutch the oversized T-shirt that’s clinging to my body.
I hate that he’s been through so much, and I wasn’t there to comfort or fight alongside him.
I was never given the chance to do that.
“Yeah.”
I feel like we’re so broken, yet somehow, our pieces fit together and form a new version of us.
“Can you tell me more about it?” I ask softly, not pressuring him to discuss something that might trigger him. I still don’t know how much it affects him. “Only if you want to.”
He exhales loudly, shifting in place but staying put.
“I let his men take me to him after I killed his partner, three teams, and his large shipment of abducted kids. It took us a few hours to reach his hideout, but eventually we did, and they threw me into his loving arms to save their asses.“ He says the last part as a joke, but he doesn’t laugh. His expression darkens, and his jaw clenches tightly, the muscle tensing and twitching violently. “He shackled my wrists to the ceiling because he knew what I was capable of. However, the surprising thing is that he didn’t torture me as badly as I expected. Yeah, he made me bleed, broke a few bones, until my condition was pretty bad. Still, he held back. That’s not his style.
It made me think someone ordered him to because he wouldn’t. ”
“Why would someone do that unless they have a reason?” I ask. Unease settles in my stomach.
“That’s the million-dollar question, Baby.” Reeve tilts his head to the side. His expression stays rough. “Who sent you the notes?”
“I don’t know.”
“I sent you some of them, but not all. I knew the big boss would be a few steps ahead, given the fact that no one knows who he is. Could he have played us all along?”
“Do you know who he is?”
He remains silent.
“Reeve…” I pronounce his name slowly and deliberately.
“This isn’t your fight. It’s mine.”
“No, no,” I snap, wagging my finger at him. “There is no you or me. It’s our fight. If you think, after all this time, I will let you out of my sight, you’re dead wrong.”
“You know, it was so hard being away from you. And then, this tired and wounded little girl said your name. I knew it was a sign that I had to make it back to you.”
I calculate his words as I swallow around the lump forming in my throat. “You saved Mattie…”
“She said you promised to send everyone to look for her. And I was there, exhausted, with so much blood on my hands and memories that will haunt me for years. I don’t want that for you. You are not me. You’re better. You deserve to live a better life. I’m selfish for wanting you all to myself.”
“No, you’re not. If you are, then I’m selfish too.” I stomp in anger.
“Did you just stomp?” Reeve cocks an eyebrow at me.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Winona, I swear to god—”
“What?”
“I’m going to reprimand your ass until it sores, and you won’t be able to take a step without whimpering.”
The golden rays of light pulse through the window, illuminating his striking features. I watch him for a moment as he examines me.
“You have that look on your face,” he says with a wicked smile. His eyes already undress me, fucking my body like a starved man, and loving every piece of me with his mind.
“What look?”
“That angelic look that makes me want to play with the little demon hiding deep inside you.”
My lips slowly spread into a wide smile.
“You said no fucking for a week because I need a rest.”
“Did I?” he says in a breathy voice, stalking me with a heated gaze, clicking his tongue. “I guess I lied.”
My back hits the shelf, and Reeve yanks my wrists up, pinning them above me while his knee presses against my center.
I gasp, but I can’t suppress the soft moan that escapes me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, holding my wrists with one hand while his now free hand trails down my body and slips between my thighs. “I want you to use your safe word, tell me no.”
I shake my head as his fingers slightly lift the hem of my shirt and rub against my bare pussy. He bites his lip in satisfaction as I watch his expression darken even more.
He cups my pussy. My clit is pulsing against his warm hand. “Deny me the feel of you. Tell me no, Winona.” He starts sliding his fingers up and down my wetness, and I grind against it.
“Reeve, I can’t…” I moan.
“Can’t what?” he speeds up, and I can’t formulate any coherent sentence. “Use your safe word.”
I don’t want to.
I need him.
“Tell me I can’t,” Reeve growls into my ear. “Push me away. Fight me.”
His warm breath fans my face, and I taste him with every breath.
“I’m bad for you. I’m a fucking disease.”
“No!” I snap as the feeling overwhelms me. I look up at him through half-mast eyes. “I want you to use me.”
“Wrong answer.”
A dangerous spark ignites in his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine.
He spins me around, pulls my hips toward him, and presses my back down until I’m bent enough for his liking.
My forearms rest on the shelf to support me.
He pauses his movements, and I know he sees the tip of the butt plug I put on last night.
A deep growl rumbles in his chest.
The sound of his zipper sliding down as he removes his pants, and that growing need for him fastens inside me.
His palms land on my ass cheeks, a loud smack echoing alongside my whimper as the sweet sting resonates through me. The butt plug’s friction makes my toes curl.
He gives it an experimental tug, and I press my backside against him as he starts chuckling at me. The plug rotates in tiny circles inside me. My shoulders sag onto the shelf.
This feels like jumping off a cliff into the ocean and surviving the fall to greet the rays of light. I feel so free, and I found my freedom here with him.
He pulls the plug out without warning and leans forward to grab the bottle of lube on the shelf next to me.
He uncaps it, and a generous amount of cool liquid glides between my ass cheeks.
The bottle thuds to the floor as Reeve spreads them apart and inserts a finger into my ass hole, stretching me to accommodate him.
I’m spanked again. Two extra fingers dip in, and the pressure that’s building is extraordinary. It’s intense.
I relax, letting my body accept it.
The head of his cock forces its way in, inch after inch, flick after pleasant flick of his piercing. The room goes silent. Our heavy breaths and desire resound in sync.