Chapter 28 #2
“You’re no better than me,” he groans, sweat beading on his forehead.
I ignore him, scratching my chin as I decide where to use the knife next.
By the time I’m done he’s screamed himself hoarse and I’m drenched in red.
His breath comes in stuttered gasps, his muscles shivering as if he’s cold, though I suspect he’s in shock from the pain and blood loss.
I’ve tried to avoid stabbing him in places that would cause rapid bleeding, but I’ve never done this before, and the sheer number of wounds made this outcome inevitable.
I can see that he’s fading, his breaths getting further apart and his eyes clouding.
I don’t have much time left to enact my last bit of revenge.
With a cheerful whistle, I begin unbuckling his belt.
“Remind me not to piss you off,” Anton says coming into the room just as I’m finishing up. I drop the recently excised meat on Devin’s chest, satisfied that he saw me holding the bloody trophy before he died. “I told you to let me handle this. I’d at least have laid down a tarp.”
“You watched the videos; you know why I couldn’t.”
He shakes his head, stepping over Devin’s body and pressing two fingers to his neck. “I’ll call a few of my guys to come deal with this mess. They’re going to be pissed.”
“Are we square?”
“Should I keep paying your mother’s medical bills?” Anton asks.
I look at the bag of money and valuables on the floor. It’s hard to gauge how much is in there, and my mother’s care is extremely expensive. “I don’t know.”
“You could keep working for me. Based on this,” he says, motioning towards the body, “I think you would be an excellent fit for my organization. We can teach you a bit of finesse, I pay well, and cleanup is complimentary.”
Deja’s sitting on the bed when I enter our room at Rourke’s.
I toss the duffel bag into the nearest chair, but she pays no attention to it. She runs to me and pulls me into her arms. I squeeze back, breathing deep of her sugar cookie smell.
“You showered,” she says, pushing a lock of my damp hair behind my ear, “and changed. What happened?”
“Things got a little messy.”
“Devin…?”
“Will never bother anyone again.”
Her eyes widen as she processes my words, then she nods pressing her lips together.
“Did you…kill him?”
“It was mostly a side effect of using my knife to emasculate him.”
She gazes up at me, a crease furrowing her brow. I’m worried that I might have upset her, but then she smiles brightly.
“Seems like the perfect way to handle a pedo.”
It takes a moment for me to catch up but when I do, I scrutinize her face, trying to see if learning what was done to her has changed anything. I think I see new shadows behind her eyes despite her smile.
“Did you remember something?” I ask carefully.
“A couple flashes. What really happened is I called my mom to see if she could reach Anton. I was worried about you getting hurt. She thought I already knew. It turns out Devin and my dad were probably drugging and date raping girls in college and she knew about it but married them anyway. I don’t think I ever want to see her again. ”
I kiss her cheek and hold her close. I know she means it now, but she and her mother have been relatively close most of her life.
I’ll wait and see. Even now I’m considering whether it might be time to reach out to my dad again and at least tell him what Devin told me about lying to him.
The pain he’s caused me is still there, but it’s hard to give up on the hope that your parent loves you despite signs to the contrary.
She hugs me as tightly as her slim arms can manage, her face pressed into my chest. Then she smacks me in the same spot she just nuzzled.
“I hate how you turn me into a girl,” she says, pouting.
“You are a girl,” I say, tugging on one of her braids.
“I am a woman,” she declares. She peels her dress over her head and tosses it on top of the duffel bag.
I rush over and close the door, afraid someone might see her standing there in just her panties.
I can’t imagine what she’s feeling, but I’m starving for her, my nervous system overstimulated by what I did to Devin, the pall of blood and death driving me to balance it with an expression of life.
I place my weapons in the bedside table and strip down to my shorts.
We step out of our last garments together.
She climbs onto the bed and lies on her back.
I get on top. My cock rests between her legs.
She’s warm, her body soft, and she smells like heaven to me: coconut oil, vanilla, and woman.
I kiss her mouth, her soft lips caressing mine, her tongue like a playful pup.
I suck on her bottom lip, drawing a moan out of her, and take charge of the kiss, pouring everything I feel into her.
Relief, gratitude for my good fortune, and most of all love.
I don’t deserve this woman, this happy ending, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
She twines her arms around my neck, gently rocking her hips and her body gets ready for me.
Her hard nipples poke my chest, feeling delightful as I rock my torso, applying subtle pressure to her breasts.
She wraps her long legs around me, pressing me forward until I breach her core.
We thrust gently against each other, my shaft thrusting shallowly into her tightness, each time going deeper until eventually I’m fully encased in her heat.
Her legs tighten rhythmically, and I get the message, speeding up my movements.
I can’t describe what it’s like. We’ve had sex before, but this is something else.
I feel so close to her like our breaths are one, our bodies so in touch with each other that we don’t need any of the extra bells and whistles.
This is just us, pure connection and it’s exhilarating.
I look into her deep brown eyes, black with arousal, her plush lips parted as she pants breathing more irregular as she gets closer to coming.
I push her knees towards her shoulders and pummel her harder, already feeling my balls begin to tingle, but I don’t want to come before she does.
I lick her shoulder, her neck, then whisper in her ear.
“You feel so good, baby, so good. The way you squeeze me is exquisite. You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes!”
“Ask me, nicely.”
“Please,” she moans, “fuck me harder.” Okay, maybe we don’t need the bells and whistles, but a little dirty talk never hurt anyone.
“That’s it, baby, take my dick. You going to come on my cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “It’s so big.”
I thrust all the way inside, stilling my thrusts to grind against her slowly.
It’s partly to stimulate her clit and partly to ease my body away from the brink of orgasm.
It works. The pace of her breathing picks up.
rocks her hips up and down, adding to our mutual bliss.
I feel it build, the inexorable climb of passion, a feeling so eerie the hairs stand up on the back of my neck.
She throws her head back, baring the line of her throat to me and I can’t hold back from thrusting again, faster and faster, until she’s writhing under me and moaning yes over and over.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she reaches her peak.
Her pussy clenches around me, her inner muscles squeezing me as she comes.
I grab her hips, burying myself inside her and roaring as my orgasm decimates me.
We lay there for a moment, gasping for air. Intimately entwined, I lay on top of her, catching my breath, stroking her hair.
“I love you,” she whispers, tracing my jawline with her soft fingers.
I take her hand, kissing the tip of each one.
I flip over, letting her lie on top of me.
She feels so light, but warm and soft in my arms. I grasp a handful of her braids and drape them over her shoulder as I coax her to lay her head on my chest.
“I love you more,” I whisper back.
I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. We essentially have no parents anymore, we’re squatting at a friend’s house, I have no idea how we’ll pay tuition, or if Anton will really let me walk away. But we have each other. And it’s enough.