Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
Allison
The purr of the engine makes the warm leather seat vibrate beneath me.
Seat warmers are a complete luxury that I can’t imagine living without ever again.
That is, if I stay in cold and rainy Washington.
I’ve been finding myself imagining a life far away from here, somewhere warm, somewhere calm, somewhere with him.
The man in question sits stoically next to me.
His large hands grip the steering wheel, guiding the car along the winding roads with ease.
I sometimes get nervous driving through the rain in the dark, even though I’ve done it my entire life, but not Garett.
No, he’s calm and confident as he navigates the black muscle car along the secluded highway.
We’re too far out for streetlights, but the glow of the moon steaming through the trees illuminates the sharp features of his face.
If he wasn’t so utterly disarming in his demeanor, one might find his handsome features to be alluring. A true Devil in disguise.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I hold my hands up to the heater and let them warm against the blowing air. Spring is right around the corner, but the cold rainy nights still chill down to the marrow.
He doesn’t answer. His knuckles flex around the leather of the steering wheel, making a sharp sound. The silence in the car is stifling. The only sound is the steady rhythm of the rain against the car.
Is he mad at me?
“Garett.” My tone is more demanding now as we weave around the curves of the winding mountain road. “Where are we going?”
He still doesn’t answer me. He sits in stoic silence as if he can’t even hear me. My annoyance grows. I’ve been pushed aside and silenced by men for too long. I’m done being polite and appropriate. That girl died when her husband was dragged away in handcuffs.
“Tell me where the fuck we’re going,” I turn in my seat to face him and unclick my seatbelt, “or I’ll fling my door open and throw myself from the car and hitch a ride back to town.”
His dark blue eyes hone in on me. His gaze is so searing it almost makes me back down.
“You will not throw yourself from the car. You will sit back, be patient, and play with that pretty pussy while I drive us to where we need to go,” he growls as his eyes flit between my own angry gaze and the road.
“Tell me where we’re going,” I demand again.
A small smirk of approval pulls at the corner of his lips. Because despite his dominance, his need for control, I know he loves everything that I am and everything I’m becoming—anger and all.
“Be a good girl, and show me how badly that pussy needs me, craves me, and I’ll show you where we’re going.”
The burning annoyance I felt moments ago begins to morph as his words twist something in my core. I sit back against the seat and slowly, tentatively, hike up my skirt.
“Higher,” he demands. “I want to see you.”
My thighs clench at the absolute authority with which he commands me.
Without hesitation, I lift the bottom of my dress higher, exposing the red scars he cut into my flesh and the lace of my panties to him.
Slowly, I begin rubbing my fingers along the rough fabric; I’m already dampening from his demands.
“You only ever used to wear boring cotton before,” he remarks as his eyes flit between the road and the show I’m putting on for him between my thighs.
I pull my panties to the side slightly and slip a single finger between my folds, rubbing lightly back and forth.
“Now look at you—pulling aside black lace to play with yourself in my car.”
“I guess I needed a little chaos to bring out my less boring side,” I quip as I bring my finger to my clit and run slow circles against the throbbing bud. It feels so good that I can’t stop the mewl that leaves my lips.
“You were never boring, Ali,” Garett says as he not so discreetly adjusts the growing hardness in his pants. “You were a hellcat that had been caged. All I did was simply open the lock and let you find your own freedom.”
The car begins to slow as we pull off the main road onto a smaller forestry road. This car won’t make it far on this dirt path among the trees, but Garett seems to know exactly where he’s going and what he’s doing.
“Thank you for finding me.” I slip a single finger inside my slick opening. My walls pulse around my own digit and I moan. The sounds of my pleasure begin to fill the car, overpowering the pouring rain. “Thank you for freeing me.” My finger moves faster, chasing pleasure as the car comes to a stop.
We’re surrounded by deep darkness of towering trees.
Rain pounds against the roof and windshield.
And yet, all I can focus on is the rolling waves of ecstasy that are beginning to build as Garett watches me fuck myself for him.
His burning gaze never leaves the space between my thighs as his hands work to free his hard cock from inside his jeans.
It springs free as his thick fingers move to pump himself.
I’m hypnotized by the bead of precum that builds at the pierced tip. I want—no—need to taste him.
“More,” I groan. “Garett, I need more.”
“As my Beauty commands,” he growls before the door of the car flies open.
He’s out in the rain before I can process what’s happening. The bright headlights illuminate his dark form as he rounds the front of the car toward me. My finger stills as he rips open the passenger door. The cold wet air assaults me immediately.
“Garett!” I shriek as his hand threads into my hair.
I’m twisted in my seat and turned to face the Devil looming above me.
A knife flicks open in his free hand. The steel blade glints in the moonlight.
Fear and excitement rush through me simultaneously.
Without hesitation, he brings the blade to the scabbing marks he carved into my thighs.
He traces the lines with the blade, sending soft pain through me.
Despite my rational mind telling me that this is dangerous, wild, crazy, the spot between my legs clenches in anticipation; the pain fueling my pleasure.
“Who do you belong to?” Garett asks as he watches thin rivulets of blood bloom along my pale skin.
“You,” I groan as my pussy throbs with need.
“And did you let someone else touch what belongs to me?” he asks as his dark gaze finds my eyes.
“It was part of the plan, I—”
Before I can finish my thought, he’s on top of me.
The blade slices through the straps of my dress with ease and the fabric of the bodice falls.
My nipples harden in response to the cold air.
He flicks one of the hardened tips with the back of the blade and it sends an illicit shiver running through me.
“I didn’t ask why. I asked if you let someone touch what belongs to me?” he asks while the blade traces a slow path between my breasts, barely grazing my skin.
“Yes,” I choke out.
I’m pulled from the car roughly. I stumble in my heels on the uneven ground as Garett guides me to the front of the car with a firm grip on my hair. The rain hits my exposed skin as I’m dragged into the night air.
“Garett! What the hell?” I scream as he throws me down on the hood of the car.
Holding me still by my hair, he tips my head up to look at him.
The hood of the car is still warm, the hot metal biting at the exposed skin of my chest. With his knife, he slices through the thin lace of my black underwear.
I shiver as my panties fall to the ground.
He closes the knife before putting it away, his gaze never leaving mine.
I stare up at my stalker, my demon, my madman as he glares down at me from above.
A curtain of rain surrounds us and the shadows of the trees seem to close in until it’s only us two in this moment—the Devil and me.
“You’re mine, Ali. I’ve waited years for you.
I’d wait lifetimes if I needed to, just to have you.
But now that you’re mine, you’re entirely mine.
And I am yours.” He guides the metal tipped head of his cock to my entrance, letting the throb between my thighs grow as he teases my opening. “Do you understand?”
I nod as much as possible with his tight grip on my hair. He slides inside me, just an inch, before stilling. The fullness of him entering me where I need him most has the air leaving my lungs.
“Say it, pretty girl.” He pulls out almost all the way and my body sags. “Say you’re mine and only mine. Now and through all eternities that follow.”
He’s deranged, unhinged, maddeningly obsessed. And yet, I must be equally as crazy because I’m consumed with the need for him just as strongly.
“I’m yours. And you’re mine. For this lifetime and all that follow,” I choke out between panting breaths.
“Good girl,” he groans before shoving all the way inside me with one thrust.
I cry out, the stretch burning as he thrusts inside me. I slide across the hood of the car as he begins to piston his hips, fucking me mercilessly. My scalp stings from where he is holding my hair.
“That’s right,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
I am completely thrown off when I hear him spit.
The warm feeling of his saliva running down my crack is filthy and fabulous.
His free hand comes up behind me, and a finger pushes against the tightness of my back opening.
I thrash against his hold as he pushes inside.
The burn is intense and the discomfort almost overrides the pleasure building as he continues to fuck me.
“You’re mine. All of you. And I intend to claim every part of you right now, pretty girl. ”
“Garett, stop,” I pant out as his finger pushes in further. It’s too much, too foreign.
“Relax for me.” His tone is softer now, soothing almost. “You can take it. I’ve been stretching out this ass, my Sleeping Beauty. When you were out cold, I made sure to train this pretty back hole.”
The admission should fill me with rage. But I must be truly as fucked up as him, because despite logic and reason, my body listens to him and relaxes.
Immediately, the pain is less. My muscles unclench and allow him to enter both holes simultaneously.
The feeling is still foreign, but the more I relax, the more pleasure begins to bloom where there was pain.
“That’s it, my Beauty,” he praises as he spits again and adds a second finger. My own juices, the rain, his spit all mix together to allow him entrance.
He fucks both my openings, slowly, reverently. With each long thrust of his hips, each pump of his two—now three—fingers, I begin to get higher and higher off the ground. My legs shake and it feels like I’m soaring. Until he pulls out.
“Garett,” I whine. “Please.”
I try to turn to look at him but he holds me tightly by my hair, pressing my face down until my cheek meets the warm metal of the car hood. And then I feel the thick, metal tipped head of his cock at my back opening. My chest tightens and my muscles clench.
“Wait,” I mumble in a panic. “You’re too big. It won’t fit.”
The tip crests my opening, pushing me past pleasure and into a pain that feels like I’m being broken in two. My eyes prick with tears and my limbs begin to shake.
“It’ll fit,” Garett growls in my ear as he shoves further.
I clench my teeth as he hits the tight ring of muscles inside me.
He bends down over me, removing his hand from my hair and placing it down on the car hood.
His wide frame hovers over me, sheltering me from the rain as he rips me apart.
“I will fucking make it fit. This ass is mine.” He pushes in further, past my resistance, and my lungs burn as I struggle to breathe.
“This body is mine,” he groans out as he pushes in even further, my body slowly accommodating to allow him entrance. “You are mine.”
We cry out in unison when he gives one final thrust, seating himself fully inside me. I’m stuffed so full I feel like I could burst. The hot pain is overwhelming my senses so all I can think or feel is him.
“Garett,” I whimper.
“Shh,” he coos as he pushes hair from my sweat streaked forehead. “I know what you need.”
He pulls his hips back, drawing his cock slowly out of my ass.
But not all the way. His hand snakes down my front, finding my clit and rubbing it in a way that sends pleasure shooting through me.
And then he thrusts in again. Hard. My body convulses beneath him, the warring pain and pleasure leaving me a mess.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he says as he begins to thrust in and out of me slowly. “Submit. Give in to me and let me take control. Give yourself over to me—body, mind, and soul.”
I register his words but they sound far off, as if I’m floating from my body. I can feel it though, the way I am relenting, my muscles relaxing as I give in and surrender, allowing the Devil to take control.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he praises. “Let me claim every last piece of you.”
His fingers slip inside me, thrusting in tandem with his thick cock. The feeling of being so full, too full, is lost as I shut off the pain, the worry, the anxiety, and just…let go.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts between moans and growls of pleasure.
Drool is dripping from the corner of my mouth as tears streak down my cheeks. I can feel my makeup running and my hair lying flat from the rain. I’m sure I look like a mess. But in this moment, I feel completely weightless—full of only pleasure. Full of only him.
“I’m not gonna last,” he groans as his thrusts become jagged and uncontrolled. His cock swells inside me, stretching me even further. “Come with me. I want to feel you milk my fucking dick.”
And then he leans down, his teeth latching onto my shoulder and biting. I feel my skin snap and break. Warm blood pools across my skin as he bites down. Hard.
I scream out into the cold rainy darkness as I shatter. The pain of his bite sends me over the edge. My entire body thrums with waves of aching pleasure as my core clenches around all of him.
“Fuck,” he screams as his teeth release my shoulder. I am scarcely aware of his throbbing release. I’m too high in my own ecstasy. “That’s it, take every last fucking drop.”
He grunts and pants through his release.
Our combined sounds of feral pleasure fill the empty grove we’re parked in.
Wave after wave of throbbing ecstasy rocks through my body while ropes of cum coat my insides.
Together our orgasms pulse, joining us as one.
It feels like an eternity until I finally start to come down.
In my blissed-out state, I feel almost fuzzy, as if the edges of the world are frayed and filled with helium.
I glance over my shoulder. Garett grins down at me, his teeth stained red with blood. My blood.
And I smile back. Gladly willing to accept this madness, this chaos, these violent delights of ecstasy. As long as it’s my Devil and me.