Chapter 23 #2
He continued his slow work before picking up his pace. I moaned softly, the feelings making my pussy pulse as he drilled deep into my ass.
“Can you come for me, baby?” he asked roughly as he moved faster, his breathing heavy.
“Y-Yes,” I cried out, on all fours as I arched my back.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he grunted. “Rub your pussy for me.”
I didn’t hesitate. I let my fingers slide through my folds before I rubbed my clit.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he husked out. “Perfect, baby. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Rub your pussy faster. I want you to come on your fingers.”
His words sent me spiraling as he fucked my ass. I cried out as my orgasm hit. It rushed out of me like a tidal wave, wetting everything around us.
He let out a feral snarl and fucked my ass harder. Faster.
Yes. Yes. Oh my god. YES.
I came again without even touching my pussy, my body trembling beneath his hands as he continued to hold me in place.
I collapsed onto the bed, but he stayed embedded inside me and fucked me that way, his fingers twined with mine as he whispered all sorts of dirty things into my ear.
“Is this ass mine, baby?”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Yours.”
He groaned. “Fuck. So good. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I whimpered.
He growled in my ear before dragging me onto my knees so my back was against his chest, his lips at my ear. He held my breasts across my chest with one hand while the other rubbed my clit.
I was so weak from coming so much that I had to rely on him to hold me.
And he did with ease.
“Spread your legs wider,” he grunted into my ear.
I did as I was told. It allowed him to access my clit more easily. He rubbed my faster, making me moan his name.
“I love my cock in your ass. I love that I’m your first. I wish I were your first everything, Amelia.”
I whimpered again, wishing for that too.
“But I’m not.” He sucked against the sensitive flesh of my neck, definitely leaving his mark before his lips were at my ear. “But I’ll damn well be your last, baby.”
My orgasm slammed into me.
“Ah, that’s my sweet girl. Come for me, baby. Just like that. Fuck. Just like that. Let it out. You’re doing such a good fucking job for me. Come, baby. There you go, angel. Perfect. Such a good fucking girl. Yes. Mmm. Fuck, you’re so good.”
His talking me through it made my head swim.
He let out a soft groan, his body tensing, before his cock pulsed deep in my ass.
His breathing was ragged in my ear as he filled me. We stayed locked that way for a moment before he wound his arms around me tightly.
There was so much we both wanted to say. I could feel it all the way to my soul, but neither of us said it. Instead, he held me for a long time before pulling out of my body. He lifted me into his arms before bringing me right back to the bathroom.
Instead of a shower, this time he ran us a warm tub filled with bubbles, and placed me in the heat before climbing in behind me to hold me.
We still didn’t say a word. Instead, he pressed tender kisses against my head or my neck and shoulder every now and then until I was dozing off in his strong arms.
I didn’t know what time I woke up. All I knew was that when my eyes opened, they found his. He’d be lying there beside me, watching me sleep. I was on my stomach while he was on his side, facing me.
I smiled. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” he replied softly.
One word was all it took to remind me of what was ahead of us.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself. “Alright, let’s get it over with. Tell me what you had to tell me.”
He pressed his lips into a tight line as he rolled away, seemingly just as tense as I was.
“Don’t you want to get breakfast first?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and bending forward to grab some pants. He stood and pulled them on before turning and looking down at me.
I’d rolled over in bed and had the sheet pulled up over my bare chest.
“No, I just want to get this out of the way. If we don’t, it’s just going to sit on my chest and weigh me down until we finally talk about it. So, let’s skip all the nerves and doubt. Just tell me, Ollie.” I breathed out, terrified of whatever he was going to say to me.
He took a deep breath and dropped back onto the bed, sitting on the edge with one knee bent on the mattress while his left foot stayed on the floor. “I’ve been trying to get out of this mess for a long time.”
I nodded him on.
“I never should have gotten involved, but I was young and stupid. I can’t say I didn’t know any better because I did.
I just thought the money was worth it. After a few years, though, the money wasn’t worth it anymore.
I wanted out. I just wanted a normal life, but my old boss wasn’t going to let me have that. ”
I felt my brows knit together as I looked at him. I could see all the anger, resentment, and fear on his face.
“So, I decided that if he wasn’t going to let me go, I was going to take him down. Any means necessary. I didn’t care if I died. I didn’t care if I ended up killing him or if he was arrested and charged for his crimes. I didn’t care what would happen because any of those meant that I was free.”
I nodded again.
“So that’s when I decided to ruin a deal of his that I didn’t have anything to do with.
I drove a car he had me steal right through the wall of this warehouse where he happened to be, collecting on another deal.
” His eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head.
“Shit hit the fan. People panicked. Nobody knew what was happening. They just knew they had to get out before the police arrived. They pulled out their weapons, and they started to shoot at anything that was moving, anything that could stop them from getting away.”
A blanket of frost was thrown over me as I started putting the pieces together. I slowly sat up in bed and pulled my knees to my chest. “Ollie, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
He looked at me with wide eyes, his features smoothed over as if he were wearing a mask.
He nodded.
“I-I’m the reason your dad died, Amelia.” A sob broke free. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he started, but I was up and out of bed before he could finish.
I moved from room to room in pure panic, gathering my clothes and pulling them on. He followed me, explaining more of his story, more of his past, but only every other word was sinking in.
I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t hear it. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I needed to think. All this time, he knew. He knew, and he kept it from me. He knew how I’d take it, and that’s why he hid it. But why would he tell me after hiding it for so long?
“Where are you going?” he asked desperately, once I turned for the door.
I stopped. “I-I need to go. I need to think. This is…” A sob slipped from my lips. “This is big. I’m sorry, but I have to go.”
I pulled open the door and rushed out into the hall.
I didn’t slow down, stop, or look back to see if he was following me.
I knew he wasn’t, and he knew I needed away—away from him, away from the fucked up ties that held us captive.
I needed to get out of my life and move toward my future.
The only problem was that I had no idea what my future looked like anymore.
I couldn’t even picture it without Oliver.
I rode the elevator down to the lobby, then I crossed my arms over my chest as I headed for the door. I’d just stepped out into the heat and bright sun when I was eclipsed by a large figure. I looked up, finding a familiar-looking man, but I couldn’t place him.
“You’re coming with us,” he said, grabbing my arm and jerking me to the side.
Before I had time to scream, a van had pulled up to the curb, and the back door was thrown open.
Something hit me across the head, and just as my vision turned to blur and turn black, I fell.
I was rolled into the van, and the last memory I had was watching through blurry eyes as the door was closed.
Blackness consumed me.