Chapter Sixteen
She’s letting me really see her, and it serves as the biggest fucking turn on. Her soft and smooth olive skin invites my touch as I slowly run my hands over her tiny waist and large breasts, which perfectly complement her petite and slender figure.
Fuck, she is so hot.
As much as I’d like to flip her over, smack her ass, and choke her out, I find myself reveling in the sex like this. This is how her first time should’ve been.
It’s my fault that it wasn’t.
I drink in every drop that her pussy lets me have, and then I lift away from her, aligning my cock. I have plenty of ideas that I’d like to play out in the bedroom, but this is what needs to happen right now. She needs me to be soft. I need her to be soft.
“You’re mine, Sara,” I rumble, my voice sounding strained as the tip of my cock aligns with her pussy. I”ve never been this hard in my life. It’s only the second time I’ve ever had sex, and seeing her spread out like this in front of me is enough to nearly make me come all over her. Carefully, I press into her, watching her expression closely.
This time I won’t hurt you.
I lock onto her blue eyes, hanging on as the memories of her from before flood my brain. She’s always been the only fucking girl in the world for me. Now, I’m finally fucking her the way I wanted to years ago—before I turned into the monster that I am today. She doesn’t know that monster yet, but she’s starting to.
“Kiss me, Aiden,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes. I don’t know why she’s crying, but I lean over and do exactly as she asks. We fall into a deep kiss as my hips thrust against hers. It was harder to penetrate her last time when she was still a virgin. Now I can sink my whole cock into her pussy with ease. It’s slow at first, our bodies in perfect rhythm, but I can’t stay that way. My body craves to take her harder, and so I do.
She screams into my mouth as the softness dissipates, and the brutality of my hips slapping against her begin. I pull my head away, breaking our kiss, to see her expression. Her entire face lights up with pleasure as I fill her roughly, with even but powerful thrusts over and over. The intoxicating feeling of moving in and out of her mixed with the emotional closeness nearly makes me come.
Maybe this is how we should always make love.
Sara’s nails cut into my skin, breaking it and drawing blood. Our kiss turns to a gnashing of teeth and tongues. I fuck her until I fill her with cum, and then I fuck her until I’m hard again.
Her body is slick with sweat, and I flip her onto her stomach, hammering into her pussy again. This angle gives me a view of her ass, and I slap both cheeks. I went easy the first round, but I’m taking all of her this time.
“Oh God, Aiden,” she cries over and over again. “Oh God.”
“I want every fucking hole, Sara,” I growl, spreading her cheeks. I won’t force myself inside of her ass. Yet. But that doesn’t mean I still can’t claim it. I slow down and drop spit right onto the opening.
She grows rigid as my finger circles it, playing with the idea of what I might do. My hips start to move again, and as they do, I press my thumb into the hole.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, feeling a sensation pour over me that I hadn’t before. I want to put my cock in there so badly, but I hold off, working her wider as she moans against my touch. “I’ll fuck you there soon,” I drawl as I feel her pussy contract around my cock, another orgasm washing over her as I press my fingers deeper into her ass.
My girl is a fucking slut.
The irresistible combination of her innocence and sensuality overwhelms my senses. I come inside of her again, already knowing that next time it will be in her tight little ass. I pull my cock out when I finish and lean over her, planting kisses down her sweaty back.
“Let’s shower,” I growl into her. “I have some extra time.”
She rolls over onto her back then, her eyes holding mine.
“Are you just going to ignore the fact that the alarm went off?” Her question draws my worry back, but Ellen is convinced she set it off accidentally when she opened one of the windows. Once the alarm goes off, only I have the code for it.
“I’m sure it was nothing,” I tell her, though honestly, I just don’t want her to worry. I believe her when she said that she saw someone in the courtyard, though at first, I didn’t. I thought she might be coming up with something to cover the fact that she had tried to run again.
But now? Now I believe her.
I grab her hand and lead her toward the bathroom, taking in the sight of her sexed up body. There’s something glowing about her, and I hope that it’s because of me. I start the shower and help her in once the water’s hot.
But my head is spinning. I need to look at the security cameras, and I also need to talk to Carlos about what’s been going on at Sara’s old house. I have eyes on it, and from what I can tell, the suicide explanation was accepted without a hitch. But it doesn’t mean it’ll stay that way. The girls—the ones that Sara worries so much about—are safely at their grandparents. I assume it’ll stay that way for now, at least.
I can imagine that a suicide might be cause for a child services’ investigation, but we’ll see. Maybe once Sara and I are settled…
“Are you okay?” Sara asks me, breaking into my thoughts. She squirts soap into her hand and begins to lather my chest, touching me gently.
“Yeah,” I say, stating mostly the truth. I shut my eyes as she lathers the suds against my chest. Fuck, I’ve been waiting years for this. Fucking years. I know I may not have won Sara over entirely, but I think I’m on the right path. Maybe once we talk about the elephant in the room, everything will be fine.
And then the sound of my phone ringing reverberates in the bathroom, louder than even the water of the shower. I eye Sara, tempted to let it go, but no one calls that phone. Ever. I lean forward and rinse myself before kissing her and slipping out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my waist and grab it, seeing I missed a call from Carlos.
Shit.
“I have to take this, Sara. It’s work,” I call out to her.
She gives me a cute thumbs up, and I drink in the silhouette of her body once more before stepping back out into the bedroom. I immediately hit the button to return the call and put it to my ear.
“Why’re you not answering?” Carlos asks as he is making a joke, but his shaky tone gives him away. Something is wrong.
“What’s up?” I ask, slipping out of the bedroom and down the hallway.
“Uh, we have a bit of a problem.”
“With what? The warehouse?” I shut myself in my office. I’m not ready to share my business with Sara. She’ll learn when she’s ready.
“No, it’s the security footage at your house. You asked me to make sure that it was just Ellen—and she did open a window—but that’s not what set off the alarm.”
Dread washes over me. “What was it then?”
“Well, it’s hard to see. Almost seems like a fucking ghost, really. They came in from the back of the property somewhere, and then entered the courtyard through the back gate. The gate is what set off the alarm.”
“That gate is password controlled,” I say through gritted teeth, the dread now shifting to borderline panic. I don’t have enemies anymore—not in my realm of business. Sure, I have competitors, but I did my best not to cause any trouble. That was for others to be had.
“They busted the lock,” Carlos explains. “I don’t know how anyone missed it.”
They didn’t. Sara saw them But did they see her?
My heart thrums against my chest walls, rattling it.
“We need to figure out who it was. Did you get any kind of identity? Something?”
“No, the bastard came prepared for cameras. They knew what they were doing. Or maybe they were just really lucky. I’m not sure.”
“Why did they leave?”
“I don’t know. They stood there in the courtyard for a while, looking around. It’s a really fucking creepy video.”
“Then where did they go?”
“Back out to the woods. Disappeared into fucking thin air. It was as if they were never there from the get-go.”
“Go check the woods.”
“I’m not doing that alone.”
“Then we will go check the fucking woods. Nothing gets into this place and then leaves. That’s impossible.”
“Which is why I think it’s a problem,” Carlos says eerily. “I think we might have a real fucking big problem. I don’t think this guy is just some homeless dude looking for a place to sleep. I think he’s more than that.”
“You don’t know that,” I reason, running my fingers through my damp hair. “You can’t just jump to conclusions like that. Maybe he got in when the gate was open.”
“Right, okay, boss,” Carlos chuckles. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, then we can stick to that story, but that’s not the one I’ll be telling myself.”
“I’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.”
“Deal.”
I hang up the phone and shake my head. I don’t know how to feel about anything I’ve just fucking heard, but I do know one thing. I’ll find the motherfucker. I have something more precious than the whole earth in this house, and I’m not going to let anything happen to her.
Returning to the bedroom, I slip into a pair of jeans and black long-sleeved Henley.
“I’ll be right back,” I say to Sara as I step into the bathroom. She’s wrapped up in a gray fuzzy towel. “I have to help one of my employees for a few minutes. I shouldn’t be long. If you get hungry, the kitchen is stocked.”
She nods slowly, narrowing her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
As soon as I catch this motherfucker, it will be.