Jethro #3
The tight unforgiving muscles of her body resisted me, but I was too far gone to care.
“Feel that?” I grunted as I slowly conquered her.
She moaned, her breath coming in short pants. Her eyes squeezed tight as I relentlessly filled her. “Yes.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes...so good.”
“You want more?”
“I want everything.”
I thrust hard and fast, sliding all the way inside. I’m home. I’m never fucking leaving again.
I’d killed three bikers tonight with no second thoughts. I was a killer, defender. So why couldn’t I be the same for Nila? Could I become a traitor to my family? Could I kill my father and Daniel in order to save the woman I loved?
I drove again, rocking her body deeper into my mattress.
Do I have a choice?
She threw her head back, hair fanning over my pillow. “You belong inside me, Jethro.” Her hand cupped my cheek, transfixing my soul to hers with irremovable super glue. “Never forget that.”
I just got my answer.
Pills and debts and empires.
Utterly worthless compared to this creature who’d stolen my heart.
Sighing, I gave up. I surrendered to the inevitable. I have to kill to protect. She was mine. It was my duty.
“I ache when you’re not inside me,” she murmured, dragging my mind back to her.
I smiled sadly, consumed with a gruesome future I didn’t want. Her face was in shadow from my body suffocating hers. She looked like she might vanish any second.
Tilting my head, I licked the seam of her lips. She opened, welcoming me inside. She was silk and sugar. Despair and happiness.
How could I be so happy yet so shredded at the same time?
Her hands fell to my hips, pulling me into her with every thrust. Our chests stuck together, our bellies glued. Her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs, using her ankles to push up and meet me thrust for thrust. “Harder, Kite. Harder.”
Once again, that tiny voice filled my head. Would you be so rough with her if she was pregnant? Shouldn’t you ask?
But the fear of the unknown and what it would mean silenced me. I obeyed instead, driving hard.
Her head fell back as I fucked under her command.
“I missed you.” Her voice broke. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
And that was it for me. I knew there was no going back.
Never again.
“Nila.” My voice was lost.
She opened her eyes, anchoring me to her.
“I need you to know that I feel what you feel. This—” I never broke my rhythm, diving inside her over and over. Loving, fucking, claiming. “—this, it’s right. I see that now.”
Anger blossomed in her eyes. “How long will you see it? Tomorrow? The day after? Or once tonight is over, you’ll cut me back out and leave me stranded all over again?”
My pacing stuttered, my cock twitched. “You’re right. To you it must seem as if I’m schizophrenic.”
Insane.
Just like everyone said.
She was silent for a moment, before brushing her thumb over my lips. “You seem troubled. That’s all.” Wrapping her arms around me, she sandwiched our bodies together.
I am troubled. More than you know.
The urge to be close—as close as humanly possible—forced my arms to wrap around her and thrust hard. I rode her like that. Arms locked, bodies merged into one. My balls slapped against her as my cock rubbed against her clit.
Pleasure supernovaed into a raging black hole, waiting to consume us.
I picked up speed, chasing the finale.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she moaned.
Her body bucked beneath mine, jousting and submitting in equal measure. I felt her pleasure as surely as my own. I drank her bliss like nectar.
“Am I hurting you?” I fisted the pillow behind her, rocking faster.
Her forehead furrowed. She nodded a little. “It’s a beautiful pain, though. A belonging sort of pain. Don’t stop.”
“I can’t take you without hurting you,” I said into her hair. “In a way, it’s only fair.”
Her fingernails dug into my lower back. “Why...why is it fair?”
I groaned. I didn’t want to answer that.
Because you hurt me when you take me, too. When you give me no choice but to let you inside me.
She rolled her hips, rubbing against me. “I’m angry with you. So damn angry at the way you treated me.”
I kissed her, forcing her to drink my words. “I know.”
Speaking through our kiss, she groaned, “I can’t control myself around you, but it doesn’t mean everything is fixed between us.”
“I know that, too.” I rocked harder, driving us to insanity. “But no matter how angry you are, your feelings won’t stop you from coming.”
I pinned her delicate frame with mine and let loose.
No more talking. No more thinking or feeling or planning.
Just fucking.
She gave in, moulding her body to mine, sighing heavily as my groan echoed around the room like a serrated blade.
She tormented me. But by God, I fucking loved her.
I didn’t understand her. I didn’t trust her. But my instincts plaited with hers and we fed off one another.
My balls cramped, desperately needing to come.
“Please, Kite. Give me what you’re hiding.”
Needing this over, craving silence from her all-consuming emotions, I drove faster.
Nila moaned as I reached between her legs, rubbing her clit while fucking her with no mercy.
It took two seconds for her to detonate.
Her eyes rolled back, she stopped breathing, and every molecule of her body exploded.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunted as her pussy contracted hard and strong around my cock.
I didn’t stand a chance.
I came.
Bliss and pleasure hurtled me into the stratosphere where no thought existed. Together we unravelled, spiralling deeper into chaos.
I didn’t care about anything. We journeyed to fucking utopia in each other’s arms.
Our hearts thundered against each other, speaking in Morse code just how precious this was. However, beneath the blistering contentment, I cursed myself to hell.
As my seed splashed inside her, all I could think about was the way I’d stolen her right to be a mother. I’d injected her to save her. But now it felt like a coward’s actions.
The Grim Reaper himself danced over my spine as another thought came to me.
If she had been pregnant, her child—my child—would’ve been murdered.
And nothing on earth could ever make that okay.
This has to end.
When our orgasms faded, I fisted her hair, forcing her to open her eyes. “Look at me.”
She breathed hard, staring into my gaze with melted heaven and sweetest satisfaction. “I’m looking, Jethro. And despite everything you do...I see you.”
“I know you see; that’s why I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
Familiar ice filled me at the thought of what I had to do. I had to be smart. I had to win. Because there would be no second chance—for either of us.
“Outside of this room, I will continue to be cruel. I will continue to do what is expected of me. You have to trust me.”
She stiffened. “You’re saying after what just happened, things are going to go back to the way they were?”
I nodded. “They have to. Until I can do what’s needed.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do?”
I kissed the tip of her nose and hoped to God I’d made the right choice.
Please, give me strength.
“I’m going to do what I should’ve done a long time ago.”
Kill my motherfucking father.