Chapter 21 #4
“Get down! Get the fuck down!” I yell, and after a moment, like it’s the hardest thing she’s ever done, she stops stabbing him, and obeys.
He’s already dead from the stab wounds when I riddle him with bullets until he’s an unrecognizable, broken form lying on the humid, vivid green Vermont grass, his face frozen in shock.
Seraphina is crouching close by. She watches him with satisfaction, before turning to me. A look of fear creeps into her eyes as she watches me draw near.
She remembers my threat. I’ll beat the fucking shit out of you.
She wasn’t scared of Noel holding his gun to her head. But she’s scared of me.
As she should be. She disobeyed me, and I am going to fucking punish her. Because she has no right to risk her life for me.
I’m the one who’s supposed to do that. Who’s supposed to protect her.
I’m going to make sure she understands that from now on.
But first, I need to hold her.
I grab her, pull her to me, and crush her against my chest, letting my tears wet her shoulder. I can feel her tense in surprise, but I’m too exhausted to care. Too emotionally spent to do anything but hug her to me, clutching at the girl I nearly lost. Yet again.
I tear myself away from her, trying to find the strength to do what I know I need to, but I just can’t. Not yet, at least. I kiss her viciously, biting her lower lip until it bleeds, dragging my hands all over her body.
“Did they rape you?” I growl at last.
She shakes her head forcefully. “I’d have killed them if they had.”
My first instinct is to smile at those words. My second is to note the knife she’s still holding, covered in the blood of the man who outsmarted me.
I guess underneath that quiet exterior, she’s far stronger than I ever gave her credit for.
“Yes,” I breathe. “You would have.”
Then I hold her even closer. “But I’ll make sure you never have to make such a call.
I’m supposed to protect you, and I failed tonight.
” I swallow bitterly. “I want you to know, darling, that nothing anyone could ever do to you would make me love you any less. You belong to me. And so do your scars.”
She nestles closer to me, hesitating before speaking again. “When you said you’d beat the shit out of me… did you mean it?”
I smile into her hair. “I always mean everything I say, pet.”
I feel her sag just a bit in my arms.
“But I think,” I add after a beat, “that it’ll be the kind of beating you enjoy.”
I look down at her and smirk when I see the large grin forming on her face.
Then I lead her over to my car and pop open the trunk. I’m going to have to put off that punishment, just for a bit. Because right now, I don’t want to do anything but claim her.
Still, it’s with more than a little roughness that I push her down into the trunk, her legs wrapping around me.
She’s still covered in the blood of the man she just killed, and the dichotomy of seeing her blush while bloody is…
interesting to say the least. But blush is exactly what Seraphina does when I flip her nightgown over her waist, baring her naked pussy.
“They’ll see us,” she groans, nodding toward the perimeter of the property where the guards were previously stationed.
I bite down on my first instinct, which is to tell her they’re all as good as dead anyway. Instead, I settle on, “The cameras were turned off.”
I don’t let her say another word as I suddenly plunge my cock inside her, groaning as her inner walls close hungrily around me.
My hands reach under her nightgown to find her nipples, and I twist them mercilessly as my mouth claims hers.
I drive into her frantically, with all the urgency of a man who’d believed he’d lost his love forever.
It really feels like our bodies were made for each other. With my cock inside her, my body flush against hers, it’s like the puzzle is complete.
I lift her from the trunk and take her place, my cock still deep inside her as she straddles me. Then I continue to fuck her, gripping her ass harshly as she wraps her arms around my neck, her face buried in my hair while I inhale her scent hungrily.
Mine. All mine.
The words echo in my mind like a refrain in time with my thrusting. With one hand still on her ass, the other finds her clit and I rub her as I continue to claim her.
She’s the first one to orgasm, her body tensing around me, and I follow quickly, filling her with my arousal.
She sags against me again, but this time, it’s with happiness rather than fear. I hold her to me, wondering if there’s a way to keep her in my arms forever, never letting her go.
“Can we go away?” she murmurs, and I look up abruptly.
“Away?”
“Just for a little while. Just a drive. I want to visit the… the countryside.”
She’s staring past me, and I follow her gaze. It’s glued on Noel, who’s still lying on the ground, drenched in blood. A little further away is Stefano, his body half-concealed in the tall grass around the driveway.
“Right. Of course.”
A one-hour drive will be just enough time to get rid of these corpses, and some of the memory of what’s happened here. My little Seraphina may be a killer, but I guess she’s not quite as comfortable as I am with hanging out around dead bodies.
Though it didn’t stop her from orgasming right next to them, I think with a smirk.
Hooking an arm around her legs, I lift her up and carry her to the house, not even bothering to close the trunk of the car. There’s no one in this isolated property but us. The nine other guards have gone, and I shoot off a quick text to Logan the minute I’ve lifted Seraphina into the shower.
Find them. Kill them.
Then I step in after my girl and turn on the water. I rinse away all her blood and crush her to me again. I will never grow tired of feeling her body in my arms.
“It’s a good thing there’s no more danger,” I huff out. “We’re safe, now, with the last of the Angel threat gone. But otherwise—damnit, Seraphina, I’d spend the rest of my life worrying about you. Now, get on your knees.”
She flushes with thrilled anticipation as she does what I say. When it comes to sex, she does obey me, and I’ll just have to satisfy myself with that. As for the rest, I have to admit, begrudgingly, that she can more than take care of herself.
Doesn’t mean I’ll let her, though.
I slam my cock into her mouth, gagging her as I wrap my hand around her neck.
I squeeze down on it, drinking in the intoxicating sensation of knowing her life literally depends on me, while she hungrily sucks and licks at me.
It’s insane how I’m already hard again for her, and it physically hurts, but I just can’t help it.
This girl is like a walking, talking Viagra pill.
Well, not so much a talking pill as a killing one.
But I like my medicine deadly. I ram into her again, using her mouth to satisfy my dark needs, twisting my other hand roughly around her hair to keep her still as I drive into her.
Between the hand around her neck and my merciless thrusting, her face grows red, but she does her best to take it all in, hungrily licking every inch of me.
I come again, grunting loudly, shuddering as I feel my seed coat the back of her throat.
She licks the drops that have fallen on her lips while I sink to my knees, ready to return the favor.
I push her to the ground, watching the stream of hot water fall over her body, making her tits glisten.
Then I bury my face in her pussy, tasting the little nub that I can tell sends zaps of electricity through her body.
I push my tongue into her, attacking that special spot that makes her whole body tense, coming back to it relentlessly without ever staying long enough to allow her the orgasm hovering over her to break.
It doesn’t take long for her hands to start clawing at me as she begs wordlessly for relief, but I’m too much of a sadist to give in so easily.
I like having a bit of fun with my prey before I destroy it.
I leave off at the last moment, plunging three fingers into her ass instead, and she groans loudly, trying to squirm out of my hold.
“Behave, or you won’t get to cum at all,” I warn, and I can tell it takes everything she has to keep still.
She closes her eyes, trying to accept what must be a very uncomfortable, painful sensation.
I can tell it is by the way she contorts her face into a grimace, by the way her inner walls feel incredibly tight around me, like they do every time—like I’m deflowering here there each time I claim her ass.
I can tell, and that’s why I pick up speed, finger-fucking her viciously, as little moans escape her lips.
I really am a sadist, drinking in the signs of her pain, knowing it belongs to me, that from now on, I’ll be the only one who has the power to hurt her and to soothe her.
To pleasure her and to punish her. And I intend to do it all, frequently, from now on.
Stranger than my own sadistic streak is that I can tell she enjoys it by the way her pussy glistens with arousal.
There’s nothing pleasurable for her about getting taken in the ass and that’s exactly why she derives pleasure from it.
She likes the pain and the denial almost as much as I like to inflict it.
Guess we’re two fucked up weirdos, and that’s why we belong together.
At last, though, I take pity on her, and I latch myself back onto her pussy. Between my teasing of her clit, the thrusting of my tongue deep in her pussy, and my fingers still stuffing her ass, it isn’t long before she drenches my hand with her arousal.
“Let’s go away,” she gasps as I hold her to me on the floor of the shower, stilling my fingers in her ass but keeping them in there, because right now I feel like I want to live and die inside her.
I frown in confusion. “Away? For our drive, you mean?”
“No, away,” she insists. “We… we never had a honeymoon.”
I smirk into her hair. “Look at you, Miss Traditional. You really are going to make me a family man, aren’t you?”
“I thought you already were.”
She gives me a goofy grin, the kind I never imagined my Seraphina could give. Guess all she really needed was some love and a good fuck.
I fell in love with a quiet, broken girl. I love her all the more now that she’s starting to become whole. And there’s something in knowing that for all my cruel ways, I played a part in healing her, that makes my heart swell.
“A honeymoon,” I echo thoughtfully. Then, making my mind up abruptly, I say, “Fine. Let’s go.”
“Right… right now?” she says, then squeaks as I withdraw my fingers suddenly and forcefully from her ass, before giving her a loud smack.
“Yes, now. Up you go!”
I lift her up, turn off the showerhead, and bring her to the bedroom. I’m not sure if I’ll ever put her down. But she doesn’t seem to mind. Gone is my rebellious Seraphina. She’s given in to me at last. Or maybe I’m the one who’s given in to her.
Whichever it is, I don’t care. For the first time, I feel entirely connected to her, and it’s an addictive feeling.
I wrap an oversized towel around the both of us, dry us off, then plop her down on the bed and toss her a dress.
I quickly put some clothes on too, then go hunt for a few clothes that I drop into a suitcase.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“No clue,” I grin. “We’ll see.”
I lift her up in my arms again then toss her over my shoulder, laughing at the sound of her shriek, and pick up the suitcase. When we reach the car with its trunk still open, I feel in my pockets for the keys.
Well, goddamn it. This girl is making me stupid with happiness.
“Must have forgotten the car keys in my other pants,” I say, putting her down so she’s seated in the open trunk. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
And then, maybe, we’ll leave, I think, but my cock is already growing hard again. Though, come to think of it, I still haven’t given you the punishment I promised you.
She must see the dark look in my eyes, because she shivers, but the goofy grin that’s once more on her face belies her apparent fear.
I head back to the house quickly, already regretting the feel of her body in my arms, her hair tickling my chin. Rushing to the bathroom where I’d tossed my pants to the floor, I fumble in the pockets, but there are no keys to be found. Fuck. Where’d I put them?
I’m pretty sure they were in my pocket. I must have dropped them somewhere in the house or out front. Probably while I was fucking my girl in the car trunk, I think with a smirk. Guess I’ll have to go back outside and hunt.
I’m about to stand back up when I suddenly frown in confusion. There’s the loud rumbling noise of a motor outside.
Could it be the guys, coming to help me face Noel? A little too late, I think dryly, as I cross the bedroom toward the window looking out on the front lawn.
But there is no other car. Noel’s black Mercedes is still in the driveway, the Angel’s body slumped over on the ground. And my car…
My car is being driven quickly away.
What the fuck?