Chapter Twenty
Brit
“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Alia asked, handing me a plastic sack.
I frowned on the threshold of Fly's apartment and looked at the clothes that were folded in the sack. “Oh, I hope I haven't put you out.” I indicated the clothes. “I don't think I really have a choice about staying here.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I looked pointedly at Fly, who glared. He'd told me that if we were to do this, we had to do it for real. He couldn't protect me if I was staying in someone else's apartment, which I understood. He had a spare bedroom so I would have my own space.
“I hope the clothes fit you,” Alia said, “I kind of guessed your sizes.”
Smiling, I hugged the plastic sack to myself and blinked away the tears. Moth's partner had been so kind to me since I'd arrived, I was glad to have a friend. The overwhelm was hitting me hard, and I was ready to bed down and hide from the world.
“Thank you.”
I was grateful to her for coming to my rescue. The shelter would've offered me clothes, but Alia's taste probably suited me better.
“If you need anything,” she said, stepping away, “Just give me a message.”
Smiling, I waved goodbye and closed the door, turning to lean on it. It had been a heavy few days and my body was fraught with tension.
Fly stood leaning against the kitchen island, his bulging arms crossed over his chest. I dropped the sack awkwardly when my gaze met his heated one. He swooped over and grabbed it up, pulling out a pretty dress that Alia had chosen for me.
“You'd look good in this,” he said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
My heart fluttered and I took the plastic sack from him, swallowing the surge of desire that suddenly shot through me. We had moved from enemy territory, but just because we'd had sex once, didn't mean he meant anything to me.
“Thank you for coming back for me,” I said, stepping around him. “I probably would've been safe there, though.”
He followed behind me, placing the dress on top of the plastic sack when I put it on the island.
“I wasn't going to risk it.” He stood beside me, resting his hand on the surface right next to my hip. “Plus, I want to be there when you see Chad again so I can watch you hurt him.”
A small grin came to my lips as I stared at the floor, avoiding the intensity of his energy.
“You like the sound of that, don't you?” His deep voice slipped into my ears and I shuddered.
“Probably a bit too much.”
We both chuckled and he leaned closer, his stomach brushing my arm. “I read the whole of his manifesto. He was so obsessed with you, he used your friend to play out his fantasies.”
“Stop.” Putting my hand on his chest as I stared at it, I shook my head. “Please, I don't want to think about that… it's… it's disturbing.”
He caught my chin and brought it up so he could look at me. Our gaze met and my breath hitched. My body was humming like a refrigerator just from his touch.
“Please,” I begged, despite the sense of danger that haunted me. “Make me forget about it all.”
His nostrils flared and he bit his tongue, the indecision crossing his face. “If I do this, I might not be able to stop. And that scares me because I thought I hated you.”
“You do hate me but you also obsess over protecting me. You don't have to do that, I can protect myself. Just… just love me with your body so I can forget everything.”
His mouth crashed onto mine and the heat rose between us. His arms came around me, lifting me until I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“Wait,” I said, pulling my mouth away when he started to walk. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
Chuckling, he ignored me and carried on, limping towards the archway. “I need a bed this time. As hot as it was fucking you in a shed, I’m ready to flip you around a bit.”
My eyes rolled in desire and my mouth fell back onto his. He carried me through to the bedroom, bumping into the doorframe as we went.
We laughed as he reached the bed and released me, dumping me on the soft mattress.
I smiled when he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed until I lay back on the bed.
Nerves shook my insides as he tugged his top over his head and undid the button on his jeans, stepping out of them.
His briefs barely covered his bulge as his cock stretched towards me.
I swallowed, the feeling of inexperience gripping me as he climbed up me, holding himself over me then lowering his head and kissing me, hard.
There was no softness in his caress as his hands ran up and down my sides before sliding onto my breasts.
“Get this off,” he ordered, helping me with my top and bra.
When I was naked from the waist up, he put his fists on either side of my head and looked down me, admiring my body.
I licked my lips and glanced down at myself, trying to see what he could see.
Would he like my puckered nipples and rounded belly?
I was confident in most things but this?
He wasn’t a feeble man like the ones in the compound.
He was strong and dangerous. I needed him to desire me the way I did him.
The fire in my veins grew hotter when he lowered his head, going straight for my tits. He sucked one into his mouth and I gasped, my head pressing back onto the bed. Sparks shot from my nipple as he swirled his tongue around it and nipped at it gently.
“Fuck, woman, you’re so soft.”
Sitting up, he grabbed the waistband to my jeans and quickly got them off, bringing my underwear with them. Once they were thrown on the floor, he returned to me, hovering over me again.
His hand slipped down my stomach and buried between my legs, his fingers pressing and pushing inside of me, roughly. I held onto his shoulders, my head spinning from his touch. I waited for the soft kiss, but it never came, instead he looked me in the eyes, his fingers still working me hard.
“I need to fuck you.” His gaze bore into mine, dark and intense.
When I didn’t answer, too wrapped up in wondering whether he was asking permission, he positioned his hips above mine and guided himself to my pussy, thrusting straight in.
My mouth opened wide as he stretched me, hitting my core.
He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, pinning me to the bed.
“Surrender to me,” he ordered, pulling out and shoving in so hard, I squeaked from the shock. “That’s it.”
His hips ground into me, his cock pushing and pushing until my breath was short and my body was hot.
I strained to meet him, my hips bucking against his until he released one of my wrists and held my hip down, his fingers digging in so hard, I couldn’t move.
He controlled the depth of his cock, edging in and out of my entrance.
The pleasure was gorgeous as he looked down at me, biting his lower lip just before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Shit, it felt so so good.
“I don’t want to cum yet,” he muttered near my ear.
His cock was gone and so was his weight. My eyes snapped open as he flipped me over so I was on my front. I gasped when he put his arms under my waist and hauled me up, steadying me on all fours.
“Take hold of the headboard and hold on tight, I’m going to stretch your pussy wide.”
Shuddering at his words, I reached forward and wrapped my fingers around the metal frame. He took hold of my waist and pulled me back onto his cock. His sigh was barely audible, but it almost sent me over the edge.
“Try not to bang your head, sweetheart.”
I braced myself as he thrust into me, pounding me hard and fast and taking my breath away. The bed held us steady and my shoulders screamed as he rocked me forward and backwards, his cock plundering my pussy. I cried out, groaning and moaning as my pussy walls pulsed and my core ached.
One hand slipped over my stomach and between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and swirling fast. I was helpless as the shudders took over and pleasure tickled every nerve ending. The tingles started and the build began.
He released my hip and grabbed my hair, pulling it so my head fell back. His mouth came to my ear and he whispered, “You’re handling me beautifully, sweetheart. We might hate one another but fucking you is glorious.”
I couldn’t speak, my breath had left my body and the tingles were rising and cresting. A long cry escaped me as the orgasm burst from me, shaking me from the inside out.
Fly groaned low in his throat, gripped one hip and placed the other hand on the frame beside mine.
He thrust up inside me hard, pounding me until he froze and a long low groan erupted from him.
His cock released inside of me and my pussy clamped around it, holding it tightly as my orgasm lost some of its intensity.
We panted, collapsing on the bed as one. My shoulders ached, reminding me of the pleasure of seconds before. I shuddered and breathed hard, trying to get air into my depleted lungs. Shit, I had never experienced anything so intense, not even in the shed. Fly knew how to fuck a girl’s brains out.
I was too weak to move as he sat up, turning me over so I could lie in the crook of his arm.
Snuggling into him, I pressed my ear onto his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. He had thoroughly finished me, turning me into a limp fish.
“What is this?” I blurted, tracing a finger over the tribal tattoo on his chest.
“A tattoo.” His eyes were closed and his body relaxed.
My stomach tightened as I sat up and crossed my arms over my breasts. “No, us. We need to be clear if we're going to bring Chad down. I…”
“Oh.” His mood darkened and his usual intensity returned.
He kept his eyes closed, but his hand moved away from where it rested near me. I expected as much but didn't expect the sting of his emotional withdrawal. We hardly knew one another, not really, so why did it hurt that he only wanted one thing from me?
“I need to focus on Chad.” He shifted away slightly. “But that doesn't mean I won't crave you.”
His eyes opened and our gazes clashed, sending a thrill straight to my pussy. I tried to shake off the feeling that enveloped my body when his focus was on me. His energy was pretty irresistible, but I had to be strong. I had to concentrate on Chad too.
“It's up to you what we do about that, if anything.” He reached over and stroked my jaw. “I'll always be willing to take you, but I won't be able to give you more.”
I caught his hand and kissed it before letting go. “I understand. It is best for us to focus on Chad's downfall. We have to get him before he can get us.”
He lay back and put his hands under his head. The long expanse of his body drew my eye and I drank it in, determined not to let our attraction get in the way of our mission.
“I did want to wait,” he said urgently, “But now that I've seen what he had planned for you, we need to take him down. He'll be searching everywhere for you and he'll have powerful people to help him. We just have to make sure we're clever and get one step ahead of him.”
“I have an idea that might be a little crazy.” I sat forward and clasped my leg where it was crossed on the bed. “What if we storm one of his ceremonies? Film it as we run in so that the world can see what he is doing?”
Cracking open an eye, Fly looked at me. “Woman, have you seen the security around the place? Especially near his mansion. How do you propose we get in? Bearing in mind Chad will be waiting for us with his armed guards.”
With a groan he carefully got to his feet. “Jeez, woman, you've worn me out.”
Smacking his leg playfully, I ducked away when he turned and ruffled the top of my head. He was being playful to distract from the raging hard-on that had sprung as soon as he'd stood.
“Looks like you could go again,” I said under my breath.
He looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes darkening and his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Don't tempt me. It's been a long few days, you need sleep. Hell, I need fucking sleep… and to come up with a plan.”
I watched his tight buttocks as he walked away from me, and despite the longing in the pit of my stomach, I stayed silent.
The tattoos on his back were woven into one another, a clever artistic story of horror.
The child beside a fire and the devil standing over a man, who was tied to a chair.
I didn't know the full extent of my father's punishment when it came to the bug boys, but now that I knew what a sick man he was, I wouldn't be surprised by anything.
“Fly?” I called before he walked out of the door.
He paused and turned sideways, giving me the perfect silhouette profile. “What?”
“I need pizza.” I smiled when his eyes widened appreciatively. “And then you can tell me how I can murder my father without hurting anyone else.”
“I'll tell you,” he replied, his voice deep. “But, once you go there, sweetheart, you'll never be the same again.”