5. Ana
FIVE
Ana
I obey, flipping over on to my stomach as I try to clear the haze from my mind. Trenton’s big, calloused hands cup my hips, pulling them up until my ass is in the air. And then his palm smacks against it and I have to bite into the covers to hide my moan. The beginning sucked, it hurt so bad, the middle was…oddly nice, but this? Something sick inside me has been craving this.
He thrusts into me from behind and I stretch around him in a delicious ache. His hand tangles in my dark hair and he shoves my head into the sheets before fucking me so hard, I want to scream. Not in pain, but ecstasy.
I always knew deep down I would like it darker, rougher, my internet searches proved that, but I’ve always been so ashamed, but the way he uses my body as if I’m nothing is doing something to me.
Looking at me, you’d never guess this darkness about me. Maybe it’s the abandonment issues that’s made me this way. Nonetheless, I hope he doesn't stop.
“Fuck. You. Little. Moth.” He groans as his other hand reaches down and plays with my clit, sending me right to the edge. I’m so close, I can taste my release and I want it so bad. But he pulls out causing me to whimper. Flipping me over, he pulls me by my ankles to the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around my neck as he pushes his way back into me.
My hard nipples scrape over his sweaty, delectable chest as our eyes lock. He smirks, twisting my nipple and asking, “Do you want to come?”
I nod eagerly, licking my lips. Trenton’s eyes darken as they roam over my body, making me feel more than ordinary for the first time in my life. His speed picks up with my need, his fingers brushing my clit and I’m so close again. I start making the most desperate sounds as I get closer. My eyes locked with his only heightens it. It’s so cruel and beautiful, he always has been.
As I begin to tip he pulls out again and I whine in frustration. “Trenton, please let me come. Please. Please. Please,” I chant.
“Fuck, Little Moth, how am I supposed to tell you no when you beg so prettily?” He moans, slipping back inside me and tugging on my nipple, which seems to be my kryptonite because I fall apart. And then he follows, and it might be the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Trenton completely losing control.
His head is tossed back, his taut body flexing as he releases into me, coating my insides with his cum. The way his eyes flash as he pulls out, how his fingers push and work his cum back inside me, prolonging my release. When he drops to his knees, his mouth on me and lapping our releases up, it feels so amazing I want to come again. I feel needy all over again. Body desperate to have him back inside me.
He leans back, fingers brushing over my swollen heat as he licks his lips. “Tastes like I fucking own you, Little Moth.”
“Why moth?” I ask.
He rises, tossing my clothes at me before answering. “Because you’re so painfully ordinary. And all I’ve ever wanted to do is pluck your wings and watch you struggle to escape me.”
My movements pause and my chest cracks.
“Now get out of my room. I don’t do pillow talk or cuddling.”
I stand in front of the mirror the next morning drying my body off. It looks like a war zone of bruises in the shape of Trenton’s fingers. I curse under my breath and finish my morning routine.
By the time I’m dressed and heading out of my room, I expect Trenton to be gone, but he’s not. He’s…waiting for me? I try to get past him, but he grabs my body, pushing me into the hallway wall and boxing me in. I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off with his lips on mine. My hands slap his chest, only I’m not sure if it’s to push him away or bring him closer.
I’m breathing hard by the time he releases me. “I need you to stay out of my head, Little Moth.” His forehead rests on me. “Fucking, please.”
“As soon as you get out of mine.”
He smirks, tugging my hand with his. “You’re coming with me today.”
My legs trip as I try to keep up with his long strides. “But we have school.”
“Not today.”
Trenton’s car stops outside an abandoned warehouse a few hours away from town. I watch as he pulls an old, folded paper from his wallet.
“What is that?” I ask, leaning over closer when he unfolds it. I see a list of names but the one in bold underline holds my attention.
“It’s my list.” He’s quiet for a moment. “Did I ever tell you why I ended up in the orphanage?”
“No,” I say softly.
“My father is a horrible man. He killed my mother.”
My heart breaks inside my chest for Trenton.
“And then he used me as a punching bag when he got high or when he couldn't get high. Just when he felt like it really. And I was okay with that. But then mom died and he started having his… friends over. They’d give him a hit of his poison for a moment alone with me. They would…”
“Stop,” I say, my heart broken and my stomach souring.
“Does knowing this about me make you think of me differently?” he asks, and I swear I hear vulnerability there.
“No, Trenton. It makes me angry. That someone could…” I shiver, shaking my head. “It makes me mad on your behalf.”
“But you don’t pity me?”
I look over to him, trying to catch his eyes but he won’t look at me. “No. I don’t pity you.” I take a breath. “So, what does that have to do with why we’re here, with the list?”
He taps the list, “This is a list of every single man that hurt me in one form or another.” Then he points to the one with the bold underline. “And this, this is my father.” He looks over to me, a cruel smile on his lips that would have most running as far away as possible. “I’m going to kill them.”
I wait for the news to shock me, but it never comes. Instead, I get it.
“And this place is where name number one is.” He taps his fingers on the steering wheel. “And you’re going to help.”
“Okay.”
He looks me up and down. “Why?”
It’s a valid question. I have zero reasons not to turn him in right this second. But… “Because I care about you. I don’t know why but I do.” I open his glove compartment, grabbing the pistol and clicking the clip in. “Let’s go.”
He grabs his own pistol before climbing out. His hand locks with mine as he walks in through the missing door. I start to wonder what this place is exactly when we enter the main room and I see the bags of meth sitting on the tables. It’s a manufacturer. In the center sits one man. He’s older with salt and pepper hair. He looks up, a missing-tooth smile on his face when he spots Trenton.
My blood simmers and I want nothing more than to end this now, but the man stands, and Trenton stiffens. “I knew you’d be back. Like father, like son.” The man pauses. “Or maybe you’re back for more? You liked the fun games we played when you were a kid, didn't you, boy?”
Trenton’s gun is raised but he hesitates, almost like he’s paralyzed in fear. I’ve never seen his skin so pale and sick looking.
The man’s smile falls, and I watch in slow motion as he reaches for his gun but instead a bullet pierces through his head.
If there was one thing Blaise and Desmond taught us, it was to be a good shot.
The man’s eyes widen before his body crumbles to the ground. Trenton looks at me, a look of surprise on his face and I slowly look down to see my hand shaking around the gun.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, the gun falling from my hand. My vision begins to tunnel, my stomach churning as my lungs feel as if they collapsed.
“Hey, you’re okay, Ana,” Trenton whispers.
His hands cup my face as I try to ground myself, but I can’t seem to breathe. I drop to my knees and he follows me. “Come on, Little Moth, breathe.”
My hands claw at my throat and I swear I’m going to pass out, but then his lips are on mine and everything pauses. I concentrate on the roll of his lips and strokes of his tongue. Slowly, I calm down. Reality coming back into focus as he moves us through the building. I’m in his arms now and the sun is beating down on my face as he slowly kisses me.
I break the kiss. “The guns, ourfingerprints.”
“I’ve got them.” He drops me into the passenger seat. He crouches in front of me, something like awe in his eyes as he pushes my hair back behind my ear. “You saved me.”
“Well, yeah,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I froze,” he whispers.
“Anyone would have. The things he said.” I shake my head, not able to finish.
“Thank you,” he says quietly.
I don’t know how to respond so I stay quiet as we drive back to the penthouse. Once inside, he picks me up, tearing my clothes from my body as he makes his way to the couch. His mouth devours me. He kicks off his shoes, and then his pants and boxers before he sinks me on top of him. I gasp as I feel this new angle. Still so sore from last night but I can't stop my hips from rocking against him. The scrape of my clit against his abs is a pleasure like I’ve never felt before. His lips attach to my nipples, sucking and biting before he trails hickeys across my breasts and neck. He rocks up into me, making the thrust deeper. Filling me to the brink before we both crash over the edge, coming together.
My hands are in his hair as I peer down at him with him still inside me. “What now?” I ask, panting.
“Now,” he says, kissing my lips quickly. “We finish my list. I can’t do it without you. Say you’ll help me.”
It's twisted.
Fucked up.
Against everything I am.
But for him, I would do anything.
So, I say yes.
THE END
…FOR NOW.
Thank you for reading.
I hope you enjoyed the beginning of Ana and Trenton’s story.
Curious about Blaise and Desmond? Check out The Bitterness of Venom by M.T. Morgan, A dark hockey romance.