Marian #2
“Don’t stop.” Drayton gripped my breast, and his other hand moved down to push into my sweatpants. My lids grew heavy, and I slowed as Drayton’s fingers eased over the top of my slit. The pressure over my clit had me gasping and gripping harder to the handles.
“Dray, I have to finish.”
“Finish. I’m not stopping you.”
The wetness that met him as he moved back even further had me whimpering through the need for more. I kept my hand moving. Cutting. I could barely focus as the tip of Drayton’s finger eased inside of my pussy.
“I’m waiting, doll. Faster.”
Teeth bit into the back of my shoulder, and I cried out, not able to stop myself from sinking further.
I needed him inside of me. I needed more of the pleasure Drayton had unlocked.
These sensations were so new. The power he held.
The way he took what he wanted. His touch.
I shouldn’t have craved it as much as I did, but it was him.
It was the man I’d spent my entire adult life loving.
Missing. He wanted me, and no matter how savage or hate-filled it was, it eased the guilt I’d carried for nearly a decade.
“Faster, Marian. I don’t want to wait.”
Tender. Needy. There was no roughness in his touch as he built me up even more. There was no disgust or rage. Only want, and that left me even more desperate as I finished breaking through his skull.
My lips parted, and I moaned as Drayton stretched me with two fingers, pushing them deep as he stood straight, moving his face in from behind, next to mine.
“That’s my girl. You’re so close. Open him up, Marian. Show me your gift.”
“I—”
Drayton rotated his shoulder, withdrawing his fingers, only to thrust deeply back inside me.
My hands were shaking as I lifted them. I looked at Bastian’s face not a foot away, feeling my stomach twist with confliction.
Drayton was moving his other hand into my sweatpants, thrusting his fingers as he began to tease my clit with his other hand.
My feet were placed right on the edges of the chair.
I was face-to-face with my dead fiancé, and I was about to come.
I was about to have an orgasm facing the man I had murdered.
“Marian. Do it.”
I tore my gaze from Bastian, moving in the rest of the way to lift his skull free of his head.
My breaths were heavier. My pulse was exploding against my chest, shaking my entire body.
I removed the scalp, letting it fall from my trembling fingertips as the thrusts stayed steady.
As I stared at Bastian’s brain, I felt the room sway again.
“There we go,” he breathed out, moving his fingers faster against my clit. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted. Now give me what else I want.”
His fingers buried so deep, I almost screamed.
The pressure against my clit was heaven.
The room faded out, only to come back with brighter colors.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed as I lost myself in the sensations.
I grabbed Drayton’s forearm, moving against him as my body shook with spasms. This couldn’t be right. This wasn’t… right.
I cried out, moaning as morality disappeared.
The shaking. The ecstasy. The sounds from Drayton as he molded himself around me.
I came down, opening my eyes, only realizing I was digging my nails into Bastian’s cold, dead shoulder with my free hand.
I pushed back, trying to flee, but Drayton didn’t so much as budge.
He held me tightly with one hand, keeping his other so that he was still buried inside of me.
“Trying to leave so soon?”
“N-No.”
“Good. You’re not finished.” His fingers withdrew going right to his mouth before he lowered me to the ground.
There was no hesitation as he bent down, lifting and placing the knife sideways in his fist so that he held the handle and the blade was out.
Small convulsions shook my body. My eyes felt huge.
I felt nauseous. Still aroused. Confused.
It all ended as I jumped from Drayton’s brutal punch into Bastian’s side.
And it didn’t stop. The rage that lived inside of him broke free as he began beating against my dead fiancé’s ribs.
One hit. A combination of hits. Drayton was wailing on his corpse like a punching bag.
As if Bastian was no more than a prop for some boxing session.
From one brutal act to another, I was blindsided as his fist shifted and he carved a large gash against the side of Bastian’s ribs.
Blood waterfalled out, and the gaze that met mine had me afraid to move.
“There. Now you have entrance. A path. Take it, Marian. That is, if you’re serious about us. Maybe after seeing my true colors, you’ve changed your mind.”
“No. A p-path?”
His tone dropped deeper. “Take Bastian’s heart and give it to me. Do that… and I’m yours. But it won’t be easy. This…” He blinked hard, battling something he wasn’t saying out loud. “I can’t—I can’t just forgive you.”
“But Elec’s going to—”
Drayton’s hand shot up. He stepped towards me as if he were going to come in and either kiss or hit me, but he stopped himself.
“I’ll believe the proof when I see it. Maybe it exists. Maybe it doesn’t. Like I said before, it changes nothing.”
“It changes everything.”
“I’m still the Devil. I still suffered. My cousin is still dead, and my family is destroyed.”
I cautiously moved in. This was not the man just holding me. Touching me. The rage had stolen him, but I’d get him back. I could make him love me. I would make him.
“We’re going to fix this. I’m going to apologize to your family, Drayton. I’m going to explain what happened to them. I’m going to make this up to all of you. You deserve that.”
So many emotions flashed before his face turned hard again.
I didn’t wait for any sort of answer or response.
I turned, walking to Bastian as I pushed up the sleeve to my hoodie as high as I could get it to go.
My eyes closed as I wedged my fingers inside the large gouge Drayton had made on his side.
I lowered, rotating my body so that I could feel my way through the slightly warm wetness.
Bastian’s body was already losing temperature in the chill.
He was growing colder, so much faster than I thought.
“Eyes open. You look at me.”
No weakness.
No weakness.
My lids cracked open, and I pushed through what felt like a mush of sharp edges. Bastian’s ribs were broken, jutting out inside him at odd angles. I got halfway to my forearm as my fingers brushed against something. I had no idea what it was.
Tears clouded my eyes as I braved the idea to move my fingers.
I didn’t want to. This didn’t come naturally to me.
Nothing about what was happening was something I thought I’d ever do.
Not even for training. Not out of revenge.
But I hadn’t had reason to let my mind go here.
Drayton did. This had come from his pain, from me, and that was the only thing that gave me courage.
My fingers moved, and I pushed even deeper into his abdomen, popping and tearing through muscle.
I immediately cringed, and Drayton didn’t miss it.
“Keep going.” He was breathing harder. I could see he was on edge. Was he afraid I would stop? Afraid I would be too weak?
The wet sounds sloshed, and blood poured from the wound as I shifted and cried out from bone stabbing into my skin.
I splayed my fingers, feeling. Feeling. And then I had it.
I gripped hard to the wet muscle, tearing it down with a strength that made my legs weak.
I barely had it free from Bastian’s body when Drayton’s weight crashed into me.
“Don’t you dare drop that fucking heart.”
“I won’t. I—”
His lips pressed into mine.
“You did it. You weren’t supposed to make it through.”
I couldn’t even process what he said before his lips were back on mine.
Drayton ripped my pants down, breaking away to pull his to his ankles as he sat on the chair.
My entire body locked up and froze in position, but I saw his need as he pulled me forward.
I saw heartbreak and desperation. And hope? Did he feel hope like me?
I stepped over, letting Drayton lead me to straddle him. As I held Bastian’s heart between us, all I could see was the blood. Blood and hope. Blood and fear. Yes, we were both afraid. So why was I hearing my mother’s voice? It was so loud. So controlled in the chaos inside me.
“When you’re stuck in an impossible situation, accept it.
It’s only miserable if you can’t bend it to your will.
And you can, Marian. Just be smart. Tell them whatever they want to hear.
But do so by boosting their ego. Make them believe, even if it’s the truth.
Even if it’s not. And then when they think that everything is falling into place, twist it. Make it what you want.”
Was this what I wanted? Did it even matter? The words were what was key. Not the emotion behind them. This was my life now. But I had to control some portion of the future. The more, the better.
“This is our new beginning, right?” At his nod, I continued, using my free hand to grip to the side of his neck. “And you’re letting me leave? We’re getting married, outside of here?”
Again, he nodded.”
“Then…Drayton Pennington,” I swallowed hard as I watched his lids grow heavier at the trigger.
“I have no ring, but I do have this heart. I know you own me. I know you truly don’t want this, but I do.
I want us to start over. I want a fresh start.
A real one. I love you; I always have.” I moved in to brush his lips.
“Just because Bastian is dead doesn’t mean I’m done proving it. ”