Chapter 23 - Rowen
She was going to leave without telling me, sneak out while I was working.
What the fuck did she expect me to do? Let her go when I explicitly said we weren’t inviting those people back into our lives?
I rubbed my face with both hands as I stood on our porch, looking out into the woods. Just two days before, I’d chased her down and let her cut into me before I fucked her so hard, I had to carry her back to the house, passed out.
I peered down at the lines she’d carved in the form of a kitten. She’d been a lot more confident with the knife this time, not hesitating or worrying like she did back then.
It honestly looked like a child drew it, but I loved it. Other than her initials, it was my new favorite piece.
But then, she tried to leave.
I could still hear her yelling upstairs, crying and demanding I let her go, through the open windows.
My heart was in my throat.
Didn’t she love me?
She hadn’t said it, but I’d felt it in the way she kissed me, fucked me, in the way she poured herself into our home, making it the perfect place for us.
I couldn’t understand why she’d wanted to leave, but I also refused to let myself spiral. I just had to convince her everything she needed was there, with me.
So, I busied myself in the kitchen, ordered some things online, and once she stopped screaming for me—two hours later—I walked back into our bedroom.
“Av…” I said gently as I approached the bed.
She was a mess, tears running down her face, smearing her makeup. Her hair was no longer in a cute ponytail, her dress bunched up under her breasts.
She’d managed to pull herself up so her back rested against the headboard, but her arms were still up at her sides, her wrists cuffed to the rings attached to our headboard.
“Ro—wen,” she sobbed. “W—why did y—you d—do this t—to me?”
My heart sank, and I rushed to her side, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting the plate on the nightstand. I held her face with both hands, wiping her tears and a stray hair from her face.
“Everything’s okay, baby.” I kissed her forehead. “You scared me. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought you were leaving me.”
She shook her head. “No. Never.”
“I can’t lose you.” The words were both a confession and a threat, heavy and final.
She watched me carefully, almost afraid, but I could see something else, something dark. She knew why I was like this, loved the way I was for her.
“You make me crazy, Avery.” I dragged my hand through my hair with a laugh.
“I’m so fucking obsessed with you,” I said, my voice lowering with hunger.
“I’m not sure who I am anymore. You burned everything down until the only thing left standing was you.
I can’t shut it off, Av. I can’t be away from you. I can’t—”
My hands started a path down her body, and soon, I was back between her legs, staring up at her. She was still sobbing, but her breathing had changed, as had the look in her eyes.
“You’re my everything,” I told her as I kissed her thighs. “You should hate me. Maybe you still do. But I can’t stop. I can’t let you leave. I can’t be without you.”
Her thighs were damp with sweat, but also from her arousal. I’d left her right on the edge earlier, and the evidence coated her inner thighs. Her smell invaded my nose, making my cock ache.
“Please, Rowen,” she begged, though I couldn’t be sure exactly what it was she was asking for.
So, I gave her the thing I was willing to let her have.
Avery was soaked, dripping onto the bed. I cleaned up every last fucking drop with my tongue then picked up where I’d left off last time.
Her thighs trembled as I fucked her with my tongue then played with her clit. I worked her up to the brink of destruction, but just before she erupted, I backed away again.
She was really crying now, tugging at her cuffs, pushing her hips forward to chase my mouth.
“Rowen!” Her throat cracked with her scream.
“It’ll feel so good when it finally happens,” I spoke in a low voice.
She moaned when I got back to it, but she’d hardly had any time to cool off, so her body tightened within several seconds. Her arms yanked at the cuffs, and she huffed with frustration.
I did the same thing multiple times, until she was growling at me each time I stopped.
“Rowen. Fuck…” Her voice was broken and quiet, like she was barely holding on.
Good.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
She was nodding.
“Words, Av. Tell me with your words.”
“Yes. I want to come.”
I smiled. “Promise me you won’t leave.”
Her eyes opened slowly, and she peered down at me between her legs. She seemed to sober at the reminder of her predicament.
“Rowen…” Her lips pressed together. “I need to—”
I cut her off by diving back into her pussy, licking and sucking until she squirmed. The moment I felt her body start to shake, I pulled away.
“Fuck…” she muttered, her eyes closed now.
“I’ll let you come if you just say it,” I reminded her. “Tell me you won’t leave. Promise to stay here, with me.”
“I want to see—”
I edged her again.
“Rowen, stop th—”
And again.
“Please stop—”
And again.
“Fine!” she cried out, her voice straining with desperation. “I won’t leave, okay? Just let me come. Please!”
She gave me what I wanted, earning what she wanted. I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that special spot, and sucked on her clit. Within seconds, she was breaking for me, squirting onto my face, soaking the bed, making a beautiful mess.
“I’m done! I’m done!”
She flailed frantically when I kept going, pushing her body further. I continued to torture her, forcing her to give me more.
And even though she claimed she was done, it wasn’t long before her pussy clenched around my fingers, squirting once again. She gasped and moaned, her body seizing up to the point she was stiff while the orgasm overtook her.
“I love watching you break for me, little sis,” I groaned, keeping my fingers inside her, slowing my pace but keeping her under the haze of sex. “How does that make you feel? Knowing I can make you do anything I want?”
She whimpered.
I withdrew my fingers and sucked them clean, loving the way her taste exploded over my taste buds. My cock was screaming to be let out, to have what was his.
“I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to feed you dinner.”
I pulled my cock out and lined it up with her entrance. I wrapped one hand around her throat, restricting her breath, and then slammed inside her.
Avery’s eyes shot open and remained wide. Her face was already turning red as she struggled for breath, each thrust of my cock making it more difficult.
I fucked her hard enough to bruise her—sore was the goal.
Her cheeks started turning purple, but her cunt was squeezing me.
“I’m almost there, baby,” I assured her, refusing to let her breathe. “Squeeze my cock with that little cunt.” Her walls clenched. “It feels so goddamn good when you do that,” I groaned.
I released her throat and grabbed her hips.
My thighs tightened, the edges of my vision blurring as I pounded into her with short, brutal strokes, filling her with my cum.
I stared down at her the whole time, watching my little kitty take me, watching her break all over again as she came on my cock at the end of my own orgasm.