Chapter 14
Fourteen
Violet
Itrusted him.
Trusted him to make me stay. Because my bones still ached to move, to chase after Rafael right now and end him.
How could I sit pretty while he violated my sister?
She wasn’t even eighteen; she was a child, a na?ve, idiotic child who had never had a kind word to say about me or anyone else, but still a child.
This was the furthest from right anything about this had ever been.
My skin itched to get to her, to give myself over to the monster so she could walk free.
It was the proper thing to do. But Theo looked at me like I was wrong, like he was afraid.
“Tell me what you need. Before we move any further, before I work out what to do. What do you need?” Theo asked me, voice and eyes desperate, still leaning over me, still keeping me pressed to the wall.
“Christian is still listening,” I whispered, my body humming. Theo was right. Of course he was. Patience would have to be my virtue. But that was so damn hard to achieve when all I wanted was violence, an end.
Theo kissed my head and stepped back. “Give me a moment,” he muttered before crossing the room and speaking into the phone.
He watched me the whole time, afraid I would dash off any second, race into the night looking for trouble.
He looked so sexy, with his dark hair messy and hanging over his eyes, his muscles still pumped up from the workout interrupted.
I wanted to touch him. I always wanted to touch him.
But when he hung up the phone and stalked back over to me, I knew what I needed.
When he’d thrown me on the woodland floor and licked me rather than humiliated me, it solidified in my mind that my hare-brained scheme worked.
I was no longer haunted by Rafael forcing me into that position, leaving me there for an entire day while the house continued on.
No, I thought of Theo’s groans as he made me come, as he buried his face into my pussy like it was the best thing in the world, as my most intimate areas opened to the woodland and all Theo did was love on me.
“Charlie was there once, did you know that?” I asked, catching him by surprise. His eyes widened, then darkened.
“I did.”
“He told you? Or you saw?”
Theo frowned, tensing up even more than he had been. “He told me, I guessed. I killed for it.” His jaw feathered as that memory must have crossed his vision. “As soon as he told me, he was dead.”
I nodded, the story of that something that could wait for another day. “Will you… can you do that thing again?” I asked, waiting for it to dawn on him. “Can you just go with it? Not… Can you just go with it?”
“Anything you want, baby,” Theo said, right in my space again, his fingertips on my chin, lifting it up so we were eye to eye. “Anything. Always. Whatever you need.”
“And after, if I still want to go right away. Today. Can we?”
Theo didn’t speak for a moment, studying my eyes, seeing the resolve in them.
Maybe he was right; maybe I needed to slow down, calm down, think it through, but I had all this burning energy to expel.
May as well get something out of it if I had to wait.
Our little sister was there in the worst place imaginable, it was hard to not run right there and save her. Try to.
“Christian is contacting Connor. We have to wait for their response. For your safety.”
“Yours too.”
“Mine too.” He kissed my nose. “So, what did you have in mind?”
It was lucky the shower was large enough for two, because we needed space for this to work. He’d persuaded me to stay only after I’d made him promise to do something extreme, something that plagued me. Flashes of Charlie and Rafael above me made my heart hurt, but if Theo could replace it…
Slicing both their dicks off, feeding them to the other sick man, making them chew like I did Damon… splashing their blood across the room…
“Stay with me, beautiful,” Theo said, pulling me from my darkness. He looked at me like he knew where I’d been, then winked when our eyes locked before lifting the water to his lips.
Theo finished chugging a second glass of water, placing it on the counter before climbing into the cubicle with me, his eyes raking over my body. His cock was already half-hard, the beautiful length of it filling up with every step he got closer to me.
With a smile, he kissed me, moving in and blocking the warm water from spraying me. It was immediately cold, but the steam from the shower soon fogged the space up, bringing that heat back. His warm body seeped into me too, making me grasp him closer.
We kissed as we cleaned each other, running soapy hands over the other’s body. I enjoyed tracing his muscles, dipping into his belly button with my finger, and making him squirm and giggle. A laugh like that, so free and unbidden, was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever heard.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make that sound!” I grinned, doing it again.
He batted me away playfully. “I dunno, babe. It’s like a direct tug on my balls when you do that.”
“Noted.”
He smirked down at me, his eyes wide and teasing. “You’re diabolical.”
I reached down and grabbed his cock, giving it a strong jerk and making his entire body shudder. “God, do that again,” he moaned, his head thrown back, thumping on the shower wall.
“I can do better,” I said, letting myself loosen up, sink into this with him, let the world outside of this foggy cubicle disappear.
I settled on my knees and kissed his skin, the soft space just above where his pubic hair began to thicken, where muscle defined and skin pebbled.
“Yes, Vi,” he sighed, one reverent hand placed on the back of my head.
I kissed all around his stomach, licked the crease of his thigh and stomach, and worked my way closer, wanting to savor this, get lost in it. It worked, it did, reliving the worst and replacing with the best.
My wet tongue dragged up the full length of his shaft, and I had to shift my knees to squeeze my thighs together, desperate for some friction. I groaned when my clit pulsed, reaching the tip of his cock and wrapping my lips around him.
He tasted of soap, a little salty too, but rather than suck him down, I swirled my tongue, buried the pointed tip into his slit, seeking any more of his taste I could. A salty burst of pre-cum was my reward.
“You’re killing me here, beautiful,” Theo said, leaning over me, cupping my chin so he was holding my head with both his hands. “Can I fuck your throat?” he asked. “Please. Fuck…”
I nodded, my face split-slick and flush. He kissed my head and stood up a little higher, his cock resting against my lip.
“Hold out your tongue, as big and flat as you can.”
I did, immediately, waiting for him to do what he wanted. It wasn’t a hard thing at all giving myself over to him. That’s what this was about, after all.
Slowly, he pushed his cock into my mouth, pushing against my wet tongue until he reached my throat. The sides of my mouth strained, but I swallowed around him, welcoming him in deeper, living for his reactions to what I could do.
“You’re amazing,” he moaned. “Fuck. I’m going to pound your face now.” He stroked my temple.
I nodded again as tears ran down my cheeks, and he moved, writhing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock in and out, chasing his pleasure, holding my head tight.
I breathed through my nose, gasping and spluttering as he pounded into my face. Water splashed from the shower, my jaw ached and my eyes streamed, but I didn’t complain, didn’t make him stop. He was taking what he wanted from me, what he needed.
And it felt good. Good to give over to him.
“Yes, baby,” he cried between hushed little breaths like he was trying to steady himself, stop himself going too far.
I pulled off. “Do it, Theo,” I begged. “Please, I’m ready.”
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked, stroking my chin, wiping some of the spit away.
“Yes, Yes, do it.”
He nodded and smiled, grasping the base of his cock and aiming it toward my chest. “You’re so amazing,” he whispered. “So perfect. Thank you for trusting me with this.”
Then he released a stream of piss with a grunt, aiming so the pale liquid poured down my body, over my breasts and stomach, before landing in the tub and washing away with the water.
The entire time, he held my chin with one hand, and his cock with the other.
“What’s it like?” he asked.
I grasped his cock, still pissing, and aimed it over my face, letting the urine hit my cheek. He’d guzzled liters of water to make it as clear as possible, to give us as much to work with as he could. Washing away the memory of Charlie and Rafael in the best way possible.
I kissed the tip, a closed-mouth kiss just to feel the stream against my lips. Theo shuddered.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned. “This is… that was… it’s so sensitive.”
After a minute, his stream petered off and stopped, and I sucked his cock right back into my mouth, moaning as his shaft throbbed.
He was so close already; I could feel it.
I was getting to know his body well, and I knew his tells now.
The way his breath hitched a little, the way his abdomen sucked in and his balls drew up.
“Baby, I’m gonna—”
I hummed, not pulling back, and swallowed his cum down as it spurted into the back of my throat. He cried out, a deep, delicious moan I wanted to hear thousands more times. Millions. Forever, for every day of our lives.
His cock softened in my mouth. I was unwilling to pull away, to let it go, so I let it just rest against my tongue. Despite the trust I felt in him, there was also vulnerability, exposure. Until Theo dropped to his knees with me with a thud and smiled, catching my face in his palms.
“Let me wash you clean,” he said. “Then I’m going to take you to bed and make you come until your body literally can’t take it anymore. Until you pass out again.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
I jabbed him in the belly button and made him yelp, and we sank into a fit of giggles again.