Reid
Chapter forty-one
Ishouldn’t have been fucking touching her. We were discussing my exile, relocation and inevitable disappearance. Her whole body was already trembling under my hands all while we were being watched on the camera by the guards.
She was sitting on that cot, small and exhausted, a little rounder than before, softer… but her calves were tight, her ankles swollen. The moment my thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot, her whole body loosened.
She tried to hide it, tried to sit still. But I could see the way she exhaled, the little shaky relief in her shoulders.
I dragged my palm back down along her calf, kneading gently, working upward.
“Reid…” she murmured, almost scolding, but her toes curled as my fingers pressed deeper, finding the pressure point she always complained about over our daily calls. Her eyelids lowered. She leaned back on her hands just slightly.
I swallowed hard, jaw tight.
She had no idea what she looked like right now—how undone, how vulnerable, how warm her skin felt under my hands.
I shouldn’t have touched her more.
But I did.
My hands went back to the curves of her thighs. “You need to take better care of yourself,” I muttered, and she winced slightly when I hit a pressure point before she immediately tried to pretend she hadn’t.
If it were up to me she wouldn’t leave my sight. She’d be somewhere I could watch her eat, watch her sleep, make sure she was drinking enough water and not spending her mornings hunched over a toilet alone while Gregory slept through it all.
“You’re not sleeping again, you’re still not eating enough, your body is sore—”
“I told you I’m fine.”
“How was the nausea this morning?”
She rolled her eyes. “Reid.” When I waited for her response, she let out an annoyed sigh. “Manageable.”
“You said a couple days ago it was getting better.”
Her lips pressed together. “Do you have to remember everything?”
I didn’t respond. She looked down at my hands on her thighs, then back up at me, something soft and unbearable in her expression.
“If it were up to me,” I said quietly, “you wouldn’t be leaving this room or my fucking sight.” Her breath caught as I shook my head. “But it’s not. So after this, you’re going to go home, eat something real, take a bath and put your feet up. You hear me?”
“…You sound like a husband,” she whispered, and my jaw clenched as I said nothing.
Because if I was her husband, life would’ve been different.
If I was her husband… I’d have more restraint.
Not wanting to give into the thoughts that wanted to make use of this room and what little time we had together.
I’d be able to ignore my throbbing cock knowing I’d have her all to myself each night. I wouldn’t need to listen to my urges…
But I wasn’t her husband…
And right now… I had no more self control to act like I was. In an instant, my hands left her thighs and slid under her arms, fingers curling around her ribs, and her breath stuttered in her throat.
“Reid—?”
She didn’t get the rest out. Because I lifted her, clean off the cot.
Her hands flew to my shoulders in a startled little gasp. Her toes dangled for half a second before instinct wrapped her legs loosely around my hips. Her body pressed against mine, soft and warm, too fucking trusting for the things I wanted to do to her… for the things I was going to do to her.
Every day I had been starving to hear from her, three years of wanting to be with her, thirty minutes of pretending I could be good—
In the end… I was surely the weakest of all men.
The corner of the room came into view, a blind spot for the camera my little Vieve had no worries about at the moment.
Her back met the wall first. She whimpered again, the sound tiny, high, desperate, and my blood surged at it.
That was it.
Riding up her dress over her ass, I pushed her panties to the side, growing hard at the sight of her damp wet pussy.
With one hand holding her ass steady as her legs stayed wrapped around my waist, I wet the fingers of my other hand with my tongue before slipping it between us, toying at her center.
She bit her lips as I pushed a finger into her cunt, teasing her with slow and agonizing thrusts before pulling out and running it through her already wet folds.
She was ready for me, all right. Pulling my cock free, I lined it up with her entrance before I pushed in.
Her eyes rolled back and I slid my hand over her mouth, covering her moan before it could escape again.
Her eyes flew up to mine, pleading, melting, undoing me right there.
Pregnancy hormones must’ve been messing with her body, her little pussy all wet and trembling, choking my cock.
“Quiet,” I whispered. “I know, baby. I know it’s a lot. I know you’re sensitive. But you have to be quiet.”
She breathed through it as I thrusted my hips gently, pushing deeper, and she nodded against my hand, breath shaking into my palm. But before I could control myself, my hand gripping her waist tightened and I pulled her down onto me, hard.
Her muffled cry hit my hand, her eyes rolled, her nails dug into my shoulders, and I drove into her again.
Slow wasn’t happening. Control wasn’t happening. She was too warm, too tight, too sensitive for me to fucking think that way.
Her muffled cry vibrated into my palm, her whole body arching, trying to take me and run from me all at once.
I thrusted harder, pushing her head back into the wall as her chest arched toward me.
I kissed her skin. Sucking at the swell of her breasts, wanting to mark them, bite them, make them all fucking mine.
She tried to twist away from the thrust, overstimulation and panic making her thrash, but my hands were already there. One hand still over her mouth, the other gripping her hip, holding her steady, keeping her exactly where I needed her.
“Shh—” I breathed against her cheek, hips snapping forward again. “You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
She wasn’t okay.
She was shaking like she was being torn apart from the inside, her thighs quivering, her swollen stomach brushing mine with every brutal grind.
And when she grabbed my arm, when her body tensed, legs quivering gently, I knew she was close to cumming. My hand left her mouth.
I hooked my arm under her ass and lifted her higher, her feet dangling in the air, belly pressed to my abdomen, her weight nothing in my hands.
“Oh my—” she gasped, but it broke into a helpless cry as I slammed her down onto my cock.
Her entire body seized, violently, her climax ripping through her so hard she nearly collapsed. But I held her up, fucked her through it.
“Good girl,” I growled against her throat, my grip tightening on her waist as I bounced her on my cock with ruthless precision.
“You’re so good for me, Vieve. Fuck—” I hissed, rocking her up and down my cock effortlessly. Her whole body had gone soft, boneless, weak in my arms, trembling through every overstimulated aftershock as I held her suspended on my cock.
I felt her pulse against me, that tiny flutter inside her that always gave her away. Her little cunt milked my cock like she couldn’t get enough. And fuck, I felt everything.
That was when I noticed the guards. Or rather the fact that they hadn’t stopped us or done anything about us going over the thirty-minute limit some time ago. They were letting me have this.
Letting me take her, fuck her against a wall like she belonged to me. Probably listening to the cameras they kept on me twenty-four hours each day like the sick fucks they were.
A sick, dark burst of satisfaction ripped through me.
Good. I wanted them to hear the beautiful woman under me begging, wanted them to know they’d never have a fucking chance with her.
“Reid—Reid, I have to cum again,” she whimpered, the sound so small, so helpless, it made me groan, my cock twitching inside her.
“You’re gonna squeeze the cum out of me, aren’t you?” I murmured against her ear, my voice breaking into a snarl. “Gonna soak my cock again like you were made for it.”
Her mouth opened, but only a small, broken sound escaped as her thighs clamped around me, her cunt strangling my cock as I filled her to the brim.
“That’s it,” I groaned, burying myself deep, holding her there, letting her convulse around me. “Milk my cock, baby. Come on.”
I slammed her down on my cock again one final time, a deep, punishing thrust that buried me so far inside her.
My release tore through me in a violent, shaking rush.
Hot, heavy pulses spilled into her, filling her, spilling deeper with each involuntary grind of my hips, the tip of my cock kissing her cervix as she trembled.
My forehead fell to her shoulder as another thick pulse emptied into her, her cunt clenching around me like she was begging for more. Her little body took my cum so well, I’d praise her for that if I wasn’t on the verge of falling to my knees.
For a moment neither of us moved, her body still trembling faintly in my arms. I held her there, my hand moving slowly up her spine without thinking.
God, I want to be like this forever. Be with her forever. But forever didn’t exist for us, didn’t live in our world, wasn’t feasible with where I was going.
And I needed her to know that.
We lay on the cot for another half hour, the time constraint from the guard long forgotten as my little Vieve cuddled up beside me, head on my chest as she trailed her hand up and down my stomach.
She was shaking. That wasn’t pleasure anymore but effects of the aftershocks of everything I’d taken from her, everything her little body had absorbed for me.
She tried to steady herself, my poor girl. But her little cunt was too wrecked, her thighs too weak to even stand.
“Reid…?” she whispered into the void as my hands caressed the delicate curve of her hips.
“Mmm,” I muttered against her skin.
“I was thinking about what you said,” she murmured, “about… us.”
A muscle in my jaw pulled tight. “Don’t,” I muttered.
Her fingers traced the stitching on my shirt, slow, thoughtful. And despite my warning, she spoke anyway. “Do you still think about what we could’ve had?” she whispered. “If we didn’t lose those years?”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the pillow.
She sat up gently, body still leaning on my chest as her head propped up, waiting.
My hands tightened on her waist. “What do you think I do all day in these four walls?” I muttered, annoyance in my tone.
“All I do is think about you.” Her fingers continued tracing my chest. “I don’t think about the companies, being trapped in here…
none of it. I just think of you. I think of Eugene on your hip.
The baby you’re carrying… that’s all that’s on my mind nonstop. ”
I had tried to convince myself coming back to burn everything down was strategy, going after her was obsession. Anything to make me feel like the reason I came back for her in the first place wasn’t because of love. But here she was. In my arms, lying beside me in a prison cell.
She’d told me she loved me. That was the first time I’d heard her say it in years. But I couldn’t say it back. We couldn’t have that between us despite my love for her never stopping.
Her hands cupping my face, her lips touching mine in the softest, aching little kiss as I pressed her to me. If it was up to me, I’d have her. Again and again into the night. Smother her with my presence and never let her go… But finally the guard knocked.
“Wrap it up,” he barked.
And our time was up.