Chapter 37 #2
“Please, Alaric, I need you. Fuck me,” I pant. I’ll do anything at this point to feel him inside me.
Thrusting his hips, he invades, stretching me to fit his size.
I’ll never get used to how large he is. My head tips back as he holds me, supporting me as he drives into me over and over again.
His movements start to pick up and my body moves with his.
Moans fill the room as I take all of him.
Our bodies move together, erratic and desperate.
Without any notice, he pulls out of me, torturing me as he walks away from me. Oh fuck no!
Bending over, he grabs the bench and places it under my feet giving me support once again.
He then pulls the hook down, releasing me from its hold.
Panic rises thinking that he’s done and I instantly get anxiety from the sudden halt.
Helping me down, he leaves me tied up but sits on the bench, erection still hard and ready.
“Come here and sit on my cock. I want to feel you ride me, taking what you want,” he commands. Without a second thought, I obey.
Holding onto his shoulders, as much as I can, I lower myself on him and begin moving my hips in rhythm. Arms wrapping around me, I wince from his touch and quickly pray he didn’t see my reaction. Lucky for me, he didn’t.
Gripping his shoulders, I swirl my hips around, teasing him before I rock my hips and take him deeper.
Moving one of his arms from me, he grips one of my breasts and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
He sucks and bites causing me to ride him harder.
Releasing me, we’re both panting, bodies hot and sweaty.
I feel the same ecstasy cascade through my body, cursing myself as I don’t want this to end.
“Come for me, baby girl. I want to feel your heat, your juices marking what’s yours.” He hugs me closer on the verge of his own climax.
My walls tighten around him, squeezing in an attempt to milk every last drop out of him. Heat fills in between my thighs as we both find our release. We don’t move for what feels like several moments before he lifts me off him and sets me down on the bench.
He carefully unties the knots, releasing my sore arms. He examines them before he goes into the bathroom.
Returning with cloth in hand, he cleans me up, going back to being a gentleman and leads me back into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, I watch as he starts a bath, adding oils to the water.
He then reaches into the cabinet and hands me Ibuprofen as if he can read how sore I already am.
Once he makes sure that there isn’t any irritation to my cuts and arms, he guides me to the tub and lowers me down.
He steps behind me, lowering himself down.
The action is so different, so intimate.
Yeah, we just had sex but this is a different type of intimacy that I’ve never had before.
I love it and it shows me that I have someone so genuine.
But I’m scared that if he knew every single detail of all my actions, he would run for the hills.
“Are you going to tell me what happened? You can trust me, Celeste. I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers trace down my arms. The simple gesture makes my heart swell.
I want to tell him. I want to believe that he won’t run for the hills. Trust is a hard thing for me, but given his career, there’s no possible way he could stay with me. So I give him a half truth.
“As you know, my father passed away while I was in Rome. I had my suspicion that he didn’t die the way it was reported and I was right.
He was given poison to infiltrate his heart.
The one person you would think took their vows seriously ended up betraying the very man she claimed to love.
All for greed and power. In the end, power wasn’t given and they’re pissed.
My heart breaks that I don’t get to see him again and I wasn’t here to protect him.
I also found out that they were the reason for my kidnapping in Rome.
” I let my thoughts flood out, hoping to feel a weight lift off my shoulders but it doesn’t.
He stays silent for a few minutes as he digests the information. I know the wheels are turning and internally plugging in the missing holes I left out.
“This person, were they taken care of?” he suddenly asks.
How do I answer this? How do I let the trust fully blossom? He has the duty to turn me in. I’m a killer and it won’t change. Not in my world.
“Partly, but I can’t give you details and who. One of them is in hiding, such a coward. They talk a big game but hide rather than owning what they did.” My temper starts to surface and I have to catch it and shove it down.
I can feel him nod behind me. He doesn’t press me.
He can put two and two together. Also, I wouldn’t put it past him to know that I came over with a whole different outfit.
He profiles people, pays attention to every single detail and no doubt notices anything out of place when it comes to me.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, relaxing in the warm water.
I can feel my muscles begin to loosen and ease from the heat.
“When I was in the military, I wasn’t the person I am now.
I’ve killed people I thought were enemies.
I had orders from above, and acted on it without batting an eye.
Never once did it bother me, or did I question my orders.
Found out that my superior had altered the orders and I killed many for him.
People who were innocent and didn’t deserve what happened to them.
One of the missions I went on, things went south.
In the end, he was locked up and I wasn’t.
I obeyed my boss who used his rank, and I got a slap on the hand.
Now, those faces haunt me every single night. ”
“When I was looking for you, I went rogue. The pastor that Monroe and I questioned prior—your cousin and I walked in on him raping a girl from the community. It also turned out that he knew about Oliver the whole time. I cut off his dick and shot him in the head. Your men cleaned it up so nothing could be traced back to us. I left out that part in my report. I chalk it up to a valid reason and I don’t regret it.
So whatever you had to do, you had your reasons,” he admits to me.
I knew he was in the military but I never knew what he was tricked into. The things his hands were forced into. No one told me what he did to that pastor but it also wasn’t their story to tell. Opening up to me means a lot and I wish I could be more open but I can’t get myself to do so.
He’s all I have now, aside from my cousin and friends. I can’t ask him to take sides but how long can this last until he does?
Waking in the morning, I’m all sorts of sore.
Once breakfast is over, we head back to my place so I can shower and change.
Today, I decided that I’m going to pay a visit to my dad.
I haven’t been to his grave once since I’ve been back.
I couldn’t come to terms that he was really gone but I need this.
Alaric drives me to the cemetery, not allowing me to go alone. We walk hand-in-hand as we wander through the groomed lawn. As we get closer, he hands me the flowers we brought and stands back allowing me the time I need.
My hands tremble as I approach a beautiful head stone. My chest rises up and down as anxiety takes hold. I fall to my knees, right in front of the headstone, and let myself break. I sob and sob, letting the flood gates open wide.
“Daddy, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been here. I should’ve seen this coming.” Tears stream down my face as I let all my regret out.
Sitting there for about an hour, I let it all spill out. I tell him everything that happened to me. How I saved Samantha. How I gained respect from most of the other leaders. I promise I will make him proud and fulfill his dreams.
At some point Alaric crouches next to me holding me, never saying a word.
No judgment of my breakdown is shown. He keeps me upright and shows me that he has me and he won’t ever let me fall.
Him being here with me means the world to me.
My father may even like him or at least tolerate him because he treats me well.
Once I have no tears left to shed, I wipe my face and get back to my feet.
Alaric reaches over and cleans off the top of the headstone before he picks up the flowers I dropped and places them in the concrete vase.
Kissing my forehead, he tilts his chin indicating that he’s going to head back to the car.
I stand there for a few more moments alone, staring at his stone, letting it all sink in.
“I’ll make them all pay and avenge your honor. I hope you're reunited with Mama and sweeping her off her feet like you did when I was little. I love you.” I place my hand on his headstone before I turn on my heel and head towards the car.
I may be going to hell when it’s my time to go but I’ll be dragging all these fuckers with me.