Chapter 18
ELOISE
“ S o they closed the case, just like that?” Katelyn looks unconvinced.
“Our new acting chief editor called us all into the board room for a meeting just before lunch and told us that the police were grateful for our help with their enquiries, but the case was now closed. Apparently, they ruled out murder and have evidence that it was a suicide.” I shrug.
“Wow, there must be something about you that makes these assholes want to repent.” Katelyn laughs as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Shit, I’m sorry that was insensitive of me.” She almost chokes on it when she suddenly regrets her words.
“It’s fine,” I laugh at her. Katelyn was the first person I called when I found my father swinging in the garage. She was there for me through every one of my emotions, the guilt, the anger, the grief, and the relief. If she can’t throw a joke or two at the situation, no one can.
“No, it’s not okay, it was distasteful. I’m sorry.” She closes her eyes in shame.
“Katelyn, come on, this is me. You don’t have to be sorry.
You’ve actually got a point, and maybe it’s a little sick and twisted of me, but I’m okay with it.
” I don’t know what that says about me as a person, and I’m not proud of it.
Maybe I’m distracted by the relief of not being a suspect anymore, so I’m not letting everything sink in.
“And you should be okay with it, you did nothing wrong,” she reminds me.
“Then why am I always the target?” I ask the question that's been going through my mind ever since the first night my father came into my room and lay beside me.
“Eloise, look at you. You're beautiful and, sometimes, men like Connor and—” She refuses to even say the word father because it’s sickening.
“Men like them think they’re entitled to just take, they don’t care if they destroy the person behind that beautiful face.
They’re selfish, evil people, and they deserve to be dead.
” She takes my hand in hers and smiles encouragingly.
“Well, I’m just relieved they can’t hurt anyone anymore. Every person who's ever hurt me is dead, don’t you think that's a coincidence? Maybe I’m cursed.” I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee.
“Either that or you got yourself a vigilante.” Her eyes glance over to the window where Ren is standing outside with his shoulders and the back of his foot pressed against the glass.
He must have gone home and changed after he walked me to work this morning, because he’s wearing different sweatpants from the bloodstained ones.
I figure he senses we’re talking about him when he glances over his shoulder, looks me up and down, and smiles.
“Ren? I can’t say the thought didn’t cross my mind about Mr. Connor, but Luca and Dad…” I shake my head. “That was all too long ago.”
“Don’t you find it creepy that he’s just there? ” Katelyn screws up her face as if she’s freaked out by it.
“No, I actually find it comforting.” I think back to this morning and how I woke up with his cock still inside me. He’d stirred me awake with slow, lazy rolls of his hips. I could have stayed there with him all day.
“Oh my god, snap out of it,” Katelyn clicks her fingers in front of my face, and I quickly shake my head when I realize I have much bigger issues to be thinking about.
“Katelyn, I need to ask you something.”
“Shoot.” She sits back in the chair and checks out her new manicure.
“What do you do if you miss a pill?” I lower my voice in case anyone hears me.
“Girl, you’ve been taking it for three days, how have you missed one already?” She laughs at me.
“I’ve had a lot going on and I’m not used to it yet,” I defend myself, although I really have no excuses, I had one job to do and I failed.
“I forgot to take it yesterday, and Ren and I have, you know?—”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You took it this morning, right?”
“Yesterday’s and today’s, just in case,” I inform her, looking back out at Ren and feeling so stupid.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine, people miss pills all the time.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal, and when I check my phone for the time, I realize it’s time to head back to the office.
“I have to go, are we still doing dinner around mine on Friday?”
“You sure I can tear you away from your boyfriend?” She beams back at me as I pick up my purse and start heading for the door.
I don’t correct her because I like the way it sounds.
I like even better the way my boyfriend looks at me when I step outside.
Those dark, blue eyes scream out at me to kiss him, and so I do, shamelessly in front of anyone who wants to watch.
“You look happy today, Kitten.” He slots his fingers between mine and starts walking in the direction of my office.
“The police have closed Mr. Connor’s case. Suicide, apparently,” I explain, pushing to the back of my mind any thoughts that he might have had something to do with it. Ren may be able to corrupt me, but not the police.
“That is good news.” His face gives nothing away, and as we get closer to my office, I start to feel that same dread from the thought of leaving him that I had this morning.
“I’m gonna miss you,” I blurt out and admit, not caring if it sounds desperate and needy. This guy follows me for fun, for Christ’s sake.
Ren licks his lips like he’s pleased to hear it, and stares at me thoughtfully for a few seconds.
“Come with me.” He shocks me when he pulls me down the alley that runs down the side of my office building, and I can barely keep up with his pace as he rushes past all the trash carts toward a brown metal door.
“Where are we going?” I giggle, not caring that I’m going to be late back, that dread in my chest has suddenly turned to thrill, and I’m going to chase it.
Ren doesn’t answer, just pulls open the door and drags me into a loud, dark room that's full of thick pipes and smells musty.
“Is this the boiler room? Ren, what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see.” He ducks his head under some of the overhead pipes and leads us toward the back wall.
“Ren?” I ask again, wondering what the hell is going on here.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he tells me, lifting the skirt I’m wearing high up over my waist and dropping to his knees.
I look down and watch him slowly pull my panties down to my ankles and when his nose slides through my pussy lips, guiding his tongue, I hold my breath.
Pressing my head back against the wall, I grip his freshly-washed hair and enjoy every lap his tongue gives me.
I enjoy it so much that I come all over it
“I figured I need to come in this pussy again,” he growls against my clit, making the pit of my stomach burn with desperation. “How about it, Kitten?”
“Yes.” I nod as he slides back up my body and kisses me with the tongue he just devoured my pussy with.
“You taste even better than usual today, are you ovulating?” His eyebrows rise at me suspiciously.
“I…I don’t know.” I shake my head. “Isn’t taking the pill supposed to stop that?” Ren ignores me and gets back to kissing me, his hands scooping under my ass and lifting me against the wall.
“I want to feel this pussy come all over my cock, just like you did my tongue,” he whispers, releasing himself from his sweatpants and finding my entrance without effort.
“Have you been this wet all morning?” he asks as he slides up inside me.
“Yes,” I admit, kissing his lips and enjoying the sensation of being full of him again.
I made a decision when I woke up this morning to stop doubting us.
It feels good. I’m the happiest I’ve been in as long as I can remember.
So what if I’m gonna be a little late back to the office, or that I can feel myself falling in love with this beautiful stranger? I’m choosing to live for the moment.
Ren fucks me hard and fast against the wall, reminding me of all the reasons why I came to that decision. It’s too dark to see him clearly, but I feel him, not just inside me, but everywhere.
“You're getting so close, I can feel it.” He speaks into my ear, taking my hand in his and slamming it back against the wall. He sucks hard on my neck, leaving another purple mark to remind me that he was there, the next time I look in the mirror. Instead of worrying about who else will see it, I embrace how it feels. I love that Ren wants to mark me. I love the way he makes me feel owned and yet still in control. It’s like he opened a door into a whole new world, and I never want to step back into the old one.
My stomach begins to tense, and when I feel myself start to come, I cling to him tighter.
“Ren.” His name comes out weak and raspy.
“That’s it, Kitten. You’re so fucking perfect.” He keeps the perfect pace as I come all over his cock, just like he asked me to. “Thatta girl. My girl. You feel these balls that you're dripping all over? You feel how they slap against you, how full they are?”
I nod my head because I can’t form words. I don’t know how he does it, but he seems able to draw my orgasms out for longer, each time we do this.
“Yeah? I’m gonna offload everything inside you, pretty girl.
Every. Fuckin’. Ounce.” He grabs my jaw, and when my mouth automatically opens, he spits harshly at my tongue just like he did before.
I don’t know what I find so hot about it, but I smile as I swallow him down, proving again how much I like being a good girl for him.
“You're so perfect, Eloise, my perfect girl. I hate every second we’re apart. I want eyes on you always. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word blurts out without me having to consider it, because I do understand. I’ve never missed someone the way I miss him, and I’m not scared of being vulnerable to him anymore.
“Tell me you want it, tell me you want this heavy fuckin’ load inside you,” he orders, squeezing his fingernails into my throat and making me squeal.
“I want it, Ren. I want all of you.”
“Good.” He stares at me hard for just a second before his tongue invades my mouth and his hips fuck me so hard, I feel my bones rattle.
“Ren, I’m gonna come again.”
“Me too. Together, Kitten.” He forces himself deeper inside me, holding still as he offloads, and my inner walls pulse around him.
“Nothing feels better than this.” He kisses my neck, and when he steadily pulls out of me, I gasp when I feel something much cooler take his place.
“Ren, what’s that?” I look down to where his fingers are now stroking me.
“That’s a plug, baby girl.” He bites the corner of his lip as he circles my entrance.
“A what? ” I look back up at him in alarm.
“A plug to make sure you keep me inside you for the rest of the day.” He’s talking as if it's a perfectly normal thing to insert inside your girlfriend as he crouches down and pulls my panties back up my legs for me.
“But, I?—”
“Ssssh.” He climbs back up my body and places his finger over my lips. “Just concentrate on how nice it’s going to feel when you get home and I take it out.” He replaces his fingers with his lips and kisses me again.
“You should get back to work, you're terribly late.” He smiles against my lips. “Head out that door, and take a left, it'll bring you to the main foyer,” he tells me.
“You seem to know this building very well.” I tilt my head accusingly.
“Like the back of your hand.” He shows no shame.
“It’s supposed to be the back of my hand,” I correct him.
“Not when I know yours better than mine.” He winks, kissing me one more time before he starts heading for the door we came in through.
“Ren, how can you–”
“A freckle on the bottom, left side of your palm and a crescent moon indent just under your pinkie, figure it’s a scar?”
“A nail from a fence I was climbing when I was eight, how do you–”
“Ain’t got much better to do than study you while you sleep.
” He smiles before stepping back outside and closing the door behind him.
I shake my head as I stare at my palm, then quickly pull my skirt back into place and try to relax before I head back out in public and try to get through the afternoon with a plug inside me.