Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
CREED
“M y turn.”
She startles, her breath hitching as she flicks on the light and finds me sitting in the chair by the window, one leg stretched out, the other bent, a glass of whiskey cradled in my hand. Her grip tightens on the strap of her bag, but she recovers quickly.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Mackenzie says, her voice sharp, but there’s something beneath it—uncertainty, maybe even fear.
I take a slow sip of my drink, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the weight of my presence. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing the night I found you at my workshop, then when you called me to meet you at the docks.”
Her lips part like she wants to fire back, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sets her bag down, her eyes scanning the room like she’s calculating an escape route.
I smirk. “Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, little demon, you’d already be on your knees.”
Her expression hardens, but she still doesn’t move. She’s waiting—waiting for me to say what I came here to say.
I set my glass down on the table beside me, standing slowly, letting her feel the shift in power between us. “Why didn’t you try a little fucking harder to tell me?”
She swallows, her throat working. “Tell you what?”
I take a step closer, watching the way her breath quickens. “That you didn’t betray me. That you were pregnant.”
A flicker of something crosses her face—guilt, pain, maybe both—but she masks it quickly. “Would it have changed anything?”
I don’t answer. Because I don’t fucking know. Because if I let myself think about it—what could have been, what was stolen from us—it’ll drive me insane.
Instead, I take another step, closing the space between us, my voice quieter now. “I deserved to know.”
Her eyes meet mine, raw, unguarded for the first time in a long time. “And I deserved for you to believe me.”
Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating, filled with all the things we never said.
Then, finally, she exhales sharply, stepping back, putting space between us. “You got what you came for. Now get out.”
I let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and full of something dangerous. “You think that’s why I came here?”
Her spine straightens, but I see the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Good.
I smirk, unbuttoning my jeans, taking my time, watching her breath hitch. “Oh, I think you have it wrong, demon.”
She doesn’t move, but I see the way her throat bobs, the way her fingers twitch like she wants to shove me, slap me—maybe both.
I take a step forward, closing the gap between us like a predator circling its prey. My chest brushes against hers, and I can feel her quick, shallow breaths fucking tease me. “You don’t get to push me out like I’m some goddamn mistake you can erase,” I growl, my voice low and raw, dripping with lust. “You don’t get to decide when this ends. We’re not fucking done.”
Her jaw tightens, her body stiff with that same stubborn defiance I’ve wanted to fuck out of her for years. “You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’ll just give in,” she spits, but her voice cracks, betraying her. I can see the way her nipples harden under that thin fucking top, begging for my mouth.
I chuckle darkly, my fingers grazing her hip, feeling her shiver like a fucking live wire under my touch. “You already did,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear before I take her goddamn mouth like it’s mine—because it always has been. My tongue plunges inside, fucking her mouth with a hunger that makes her moan into me, her hands clawing at my chest.
I grab her ass, lifting her effortlessly, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My cock is already rock-hard, straining against my jeans, and I can feel her fucking heat through her pants, driving me insane. I walk us backward toward her bedroom, my lips never leaving hers, my hands gripping her body like I own it—because I fucking do.
I kick the door open and toss her onto the bed. She bounces once, her hair splayed out like a fucking halo, and I’m on her in seconds. My hands tear at her clothes, ripping that flimsy top off her body, exposing those perfect fucking tits.
“You’re fucking glorious – absolutely perfect.”
I don’t waste time—I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, biting just enough to make her cry out.
“Creed. Oh!”
My other hand pinches and twists the other nipple, and she arches into me, her pussy already soaking through her panties.
I yank off her pants and panties in one rough motion, tossing them aside. Her pussy is glistening, pink and swollen, begging for my cock. I lean down, running my nose up and down her slit. “You smell like sin, little demon,” I growl, burying my face between her legs, and she moans when my tongue fucks her slit.
I lick her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the way she squirms beneath me. My fingers slide inside her, curling just right to hit that sweet spot, and she comes hard, her juices dripping down my chin as I drink her in like a fucking animal. How could I have gone twelve years without this pussy? How did I think I could stay away from her?
But I’m not done—not even close. I strip off my clothes, my cock springing free, thick and throbbing. I grab her by the hips and flip her over onto her hands and knees. She knows what’s coming, and the fucking whimper she lets out makes me even harder. I slap her ass once, twice, leaving red handprints on that perfect fucking ass, before I line myself up and slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She screams, her body trembling as I bury myself to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan, my hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that has her gasping for air. I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her from behind. Her pussy clenches around me, tight and wet, and I know she’s close again. I reach around, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she comes hard around my cock, her walls milking me as I fuck her through it.
“I want to see those beautiful eyes when I make you come,” I pull out just enough to flip her onto her back again, her legs spread wide for me.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, and I shove my cock back inside her, fucking her missionary now loving every goddamn expression on her face as she comes undone.
Her tits bounce with each thrust, and I lean down to suck on them again, my mouth hot and greedy.
“Come for me again, baby. Show me how much you want his cock in you,” I growl against her skin, my hips picking up speed. She obeys like the good little slut she is, screaming my name as she comes for the third time. Her pussy is so fucking wet, so tight, that I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep as I explode inside her. “Mackenzie. Oh, fuck you feel so good,” I moan, filling her up with everything I’ve got.
I collapse beside her, both of us breathless and fucking wrecked.
“I missed this. I missed you,” I confess, running my fingers through her tangled hair, the beast in me satisfied—for now.
“Creed. This never should have happened.” She sits up and I do the same.
“Why the hell not?”
“You know why. You fucked with the Guild, and now they’re gonna go after you. This ends right now.”