Chapter 16 #3
“Her spleen had been ruptured from the beating he’d given her.
She’d tried to get away, but he’d chased after her.
She told me after she’d awakened. He’d chased her.
He’d fucking chased her and she’d run off the road, hitting a tree.
Her injuries were severe, but the doctors thought she’d make it. She didn’t.”
I sensed her presence behind me. With my hand so tightly wrapped around the bottle, I thought for certain I’d crush it between my fingers.
“The worst part was that even though there were skid marks and paint on her car where he’d run into her, the investigation was shit. They didn’t believe my story after she’d died. No charges were brought. None. Can you believe that?”
Grace wrapped her arms around me, her breathing labored. Just like mine had been. “Aimee died in my arms. I failed her. I fucking failed her.”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. You didn’t fail her. You did everything you could.”
“Not enough. Not close to enough!”
“It’s not your fault, Viper.”
“I didn’t get to tell her I loved her. Why?”
“She knew. Oh, my God, she knew. Your tattoo.”
“It’s for her. A beautiful flower snuffed out by that fucking monster. I killed the motherfucker. I chased him into some woods and…” I didn’t need to finish. Maybe I couldn’t.
When she still didn’t push, I finally wrapped my hand around her arm. Reaching around, she took the bottle from my hand, placing it on the floor. With the most tender touch, she turned me around to face her, cupping my face with both her small hands.
Her touch was warm and loving, her eyes full of sadness, not judgment, and the strongest set of emotions washed over me. Maybe misplaced desire, but I just didn’t care. I needed to touch her, to be close to her like I needed the air to breathe.
I placed my hands on hers, pulling her onto her toes and crushing my lips against hers. She was hot to the touch, so tender in the way she kept pressure on my face that I was more alive than I should be.
The kiss was sweet at first, full of gentle kindness for both of us. We were lost souls hoping to forge a path of our own in a world that didn’t seem pleasant to even be in. Her lips were soft, her tongue darting just inside.
But within seconds, we were both as hungry as we’d been before, the desire between us exploding.
My grip on her face tightened as the need continued to build.
Soon, I was crazed with need for her, sweeping my tongue into the deepest portion of her mouth.
Tasting her before had been amazing, but I needed more.
I craved being inside of her, my cock buried so deep she screamed my name. She inched closer, slowly rolling her arms around my neck. With her fingers tangled in my hair, I was certain there was nothing I couldn’t do.
That’s how easily she could take the pain away, something no one and no amount of distraction had been able to do.
Our tongues danced together, the moment something I hoped to remember.
She rolled her hands over my shoulders, even scratching her nails down my back. I yanked her to me, crushing my weight against hers. As she undulated back and forth, another half dozen filthy images rolled into my mind.
My cock was at full attention, pressing between her legs. Hearing her soft moans meant everything. I broke the kiss, pulling our lips away, but she bit my lower one, laughing in her sultry tone as she did. My God, she had a way of making me so alive.
When she pushed herself away, taking a single step, she ripped my shirt from over her head, tempting me as she’d done before.
Only this time, I allowed myself a full minute of basking in her beauty, sliding my gaze to her painted toes. But there was too much need. Almost as soon as she wrapped her hand around the base of my dick, my vision began to cloud over.
There were no words said as she backed away toward the couch, her pursed lips the only invitation I needed. I shook my head as she crawled onto the couch on all fours. When I wasn’t right behind her, she tossed her head over her shoulder, beckoning me with her eyes.
Did she not understand that if she wasn’t careful, I’d devour every inch?
By the time I crawled behind her, my balls were swinging low, already filled with seed. I wasn’t certain I could remain tender. That wasn’t my nature and my desire was off the charts.
The little vixen seemed to understand, pushing her butt toward me. Another blatant invitation there was no way I could avoid.
Even before I slipped my cock into her pussy, I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her breasts. They were truly perfect in my hands, touching them creating a wave of electricity.
Her moan was all I needed, an invitation all men would be jealous of. As soon as I slipped my cock inside, her entire body shuddered. Not from force. Not from my roughness.
From her own desire.
I thrust all the way inside, feeling the extreme rush of adrenaline that was almost suffocating. Her sweet sweat filtered into my nostrils, leaving me almost completely intoxicated. After pinching her nipples, I rubbed both hands down her spine, daring to crack my hand against her backside.
Her yelp was sweet music, so much so I repeated the action just once. Any more and I would lose my mind. When I pulled out so just the tip was inside, she jutted her hips backward. As if I was going to stop.
I plunged into her again, my entire body shaking from the way her pussy muscles clamped tightly around my dick.
Her pussy was throbbing, so much so I was forced to take a few deep breaths.
The sensations were incredible, my mind spinning with all the dirty thoughts about what I would like and would do to her.
As I developed a rhythm, she met every brutal thrust, clawing the cushions while she tossed her hair from side to side. Now my fingers were digging into her hips, my actions rougher.
The sound of her moans mixing with my savage fucking of her was succeeding in driving the demons away. If only for a little while. They’d be back in full force. The story and the anger weren’t finished. I’d carry the weight for the rest of my life.
Some of which I didn’t mind.
She continued wiggling and finally, I gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.
There was a huge, sultry smile on her face, her skin shimmering.
She was even more beautiful, allowing me to taste the same freedom she’d offered.
I was in heaven, fucking her more incredible than I’d ever imagined being possible.
But I wanted more. She was so wet, so damn hot and I couldn’t resist taking every inch. I rolled my fingers down her spine, twisting my hand and teasing her asshole with my thumb. She stiffened but continued riding my cock.
With her eyes closed and her lips pursed, I could tell she was enjoying every moment. But I wasn’t finished yet. I drove my thumb into her dark hole and the moment I did, I was shaking.
Her soft moans continued, not loud enough to wake sleeping dogs yet perfect to keep the beast inside me well fed. With a smile on my face, I slipped two fingers in beside my cock, getting them nice and moist before sliding the tips just inside her asshole.
Why was it that every sound she made drove me crazy? I could do this all night long, enjoying shifting back from one hole to the other.
There was a special kind of hunger and a dangerous type of man who claimed a woman this way. I was that man and the feisty woman seemed to have no issue allowing me to fight through my demons by use of rough passion.
I was out of control, both in my mind and with my actions, fighting with myself and the guilt and pain.
Much like she’d done for weeks. We were far too similar, which was what made our connection explosive.
I could easily find myself incapable of letting her go, possessive to the point she hated me.
But there was no altering this moment or the control I needed.
With my hands firmly gripping her hips, I pushed my cock inside, hitting the tight wall of muscle and holding back.
Which wasn’t like me in the least. We both issued a deep, ragged breath, incapable of saying anything.
What was there left to say? That we were in agony?
That we wished we could go back in time?
That what we were sharing was nothing but a Band-Aid?
Whatever the case, when Grace pushed her hips back toward me, forcing several inches inside her tight ass, I cracked my hand against her bottom. As before, I’d enjoyed the playfulness as well as dominating her body and mind. Just seeing the blush of red on her bottom was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered as her entire body began to shake.
The woman could handle it. Hell, she’d managed to handle me in a way no one else had done before. Men or women. “Breathe, Dog Doctor. Just breathe.”
“I am breathing,” she spit out, once again tossing her head over her shoulder. Seeing her wide eyes and continued look of arrogance did my mind some good.
She didn’t hate me, or believe all the hype about what I’d done.
Of course, she hadn’t heard the worst of my actions and if possible, I didn’t want to tell her. What I’d done had been the worst of me, although I could admit at least to myself that I wouldn’t hesitate to do it all over again.
Once I was fully seated inside, it took a beat for her to become used to how intensely my dick was throbbing. But I couldn’t hold back for long, pulling out and driving into her again.
When I developed a rhythm, she fought with my hold on her hair, but I refused to let go, enjoying using the strands as a leash. We rocked as one, her back arched and in my mind, I knew I was fucking an angel.
With devilish ways.
She clawed the sofa, undulating her body to tease and tempt.
And she did.
There was no chance of holding back any longer.
She’d wrapped me around her little finger, wagging it with that look in her eyes that screamed of pure seduction.
And I’d fallen for it. The pursed lips. The shock and awe turning to tears.
Her sweet voice. And dear God, that sultry body. What the hell did I do from here?
As my cock finally released, I smacked her bottom three more times, engaged in every sound she made. As a possessive kind of man, I knew that if anyone dared touch her, they might not like what happened.
And there wouldn’t be a moment’s worth of guilt.