Chapter 39
Angel
There’s a very real chance I broke the jar of fucking pickles when I dropped the bags at my feet.
I knew she was going to do this eventually. Fucking leave it up to her when I’m most settled in, when I’ve let myself believe things were good.
I know why she’s running. I know she’s scared. I know she can’t let herself imagine being happy and as healthy as her mind will allow her to be. It’s my job to remind her, and unlike with most people, words don’t fix shit for Lauren. She needs a different approach.
She’s about to find out just how fucking serious I am about her safety.
We’ve had an early spring this year, and that increases the damn risk of snakes on the property as they wake up from their winter hibernation.
I’ll spank her ass relentlessly if she gets her ass bit while pulling this shit.
My boots pound over the ground, and I’m torn between letting her run as far as she can before giving up, and worrying about each and every fucking step she takes.
I thought this was going to be fun. I’ve been anticipating fulfilling my promise after she guaranteed this would happen, but things are different now. I plan on making sure she knows it by the time I’m finished with her.
The jacket of mine she’s fond of billows behind her in the moonlight, and it’s a fucking gorgeous sight to see.
I’ve been worried about her the last couple of weeks.
She’s practically turned into a hermit. She won’t leave the house.
It started with her making excuses, to her yelling when I urged her to go with me to the grocery store.
That’s something else that’s going to change after tonight.
If she thinks I won’t hogtie her and plop her ass in a shopping cart, she’s very fucking wrong.
There’s a difference in fresh air on the porch and getting away from the house for a few hours to recharge.
She’s nearing the edge of the property, so I increase my speed, grabbing her about thirty yards from the ditch.
“Let go of me!” she screams.
Her breathing is ragged with exertion as I pull her against my chest.
“What did I tell you would happen if you ran, baby?”
“I’m not fucking playing, Angel. Let me go.”
“You don’t get to leave. I’ll never allow you to walk away.
You had your fucking chance when you stepped over my bleeding body in El Salvador.
” My voice is a low growl, every word enunciated so nothing gets lost in translation.
“Do you know what happened after that day? Do you even care that the men who found me tortured me for weeks? That you made me the man I am today?”
I can tell she’s giving the fight all her best, but even on a bad day for me, it will never be enough. Even with her skills there’s no way to win against my size.
She attempts stomping on my feet, wincing in pain when her heel comes down on the steel toe.
When I lift her from the ground, she kicks and flails, but the pain in my shin hardly fazes me.
“Do you want the fucking dirty details, Lauren? I’ll give them to you, baby. I can tell you all about how they cut me, burned me, electrocuted me, in retribution for the man that died because he raped that girl.”
She looks pained, her eyes starting to shed tears, but I’m too far gone.
“You’re my whore now,” I hiss, our faces mere inches apart. “You created this monster. You’re responsible for me now. Leaving will never be an option for you.”
There is literally nowhere to set her down. We’re too far from the truck for me to wait to get inside of her if I carry her there.
“Angel, don’t.”
I ignore her plea as I shove up the t-shirt of mine that she’s wearing.
I nearly collapse on the ground with need at the feel of her slick cunt against my fingers.
“That’s my dirty whore,” I pant in her ear as I shove three fingers inside of her.
She whimpers. “Angel, please stop.”
Please isn’t a word she’s used with me very often. It’s too close to begging for her.
It’s almost enough to make me pause, but I know that won’t do either of us any good.
We both need this.
I know why she ran, just like I know she’s been searching the house high and low for that stupid fucking necklace and the diary that doesn’t mean shit.
I don’t why she’s letting possessions from a dead girl rule so much of her life, but I’m tired of cleaning up after her searches.
It took me ten minutes to put my fucking sock drawer back together last time.
I spin her around, pushing my body flush with hers before she can get any more leverage than pounding her fists on my back. In the next second, we’re on the ground.
She claws at me, holding nothing back as I shove the t-shirt under her chin before pulling my dick out.
I wince when she catches me in the eye with her fist, and I bite her neck for it with a hand tangled in her hair.
“This what you wanted?” I snap as I slam inside of her. “This what you needed?”
She gasps at the intrusion, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound she ever makes. I’m addicted, needing it more often than is probably healthy.
She needs it too or we wouldn’t be rutting around in the fucking dirt like goddamned animals.
“You hurt me!” she wails, her arms falling to her side as if she’s giving up the fight.
“Baby,” I say, caressing her cheek.
I don’t stop fucking her because I just can’t.
“Don’t,” she sobs, turning her head away so I can’t watch the pain on her face.
She has to know I need that as much as she needs all of this from me.
I urge her to look at me.
“You want me gone! Why won’t you let me fucking leave?”
This stops the entire world.
“The fuck are you talking about?” Confusion explodes behind my eyes. Why is she saying shit like this after everything I just said to her?
“You wouldn’t have left that shit for me to find if you wanted me here. You know I’ve been looking for it.”
I tilt my head to the side as I watch the flood of tears coming from her eyes.
“We’ll talk about this shit when I’m done,” I growl, the pressure in my balls too much at this point to ignore.
Her mouth hangs open when I find the end of her, and I can tell this is going to be one of those times she’s going to try and be fucking stubborn. But this is too much of an important moment. It’s too pivotal to who we are together for me to just let her continue the bratty behavior.
With ease, I pull back and lock her legs in the crooks of my arms.
“You’ll fucking come.”
“I can’t.”
“If you can’t come now, I may never let you come again,” I threaten, my fingers finding her clit easily.
Her stubbornness doesn’t last much longer, and I can tell how close she is by just looking at her face.
“Waited too long.” I pull from her, the start of my orgasm beginning inside of her unintentionally.
I hiss my pleasure as I paint her lower belly with the rest.
“Angel!” she screams, and I fucking know how she feels.
Orgasm denial isn’t fun at all.
“Beg for it.”
“I will fucking not.” She tries to scurry away, but I grab her leg, keeping her on the ground. “Let me go.”
“Beg, baby.”
She crosses her arms over her chest and if it weren’t for the goosebumps on her skin I know is caused by the cool air and not the promise of my threat, I’d spend all night out here with her until she caved.
Instead, I swirl my finger around her clit, waiting until she lifts her hips from the ground an inch or so before pulling back.
“I’ll kill you in your fucking sleep,” she growls.
“Suck my cock first,” I tease, my fingers going right back to her clit when she settles. “I can do this all night, baby.”
She fucking knows I can.
“Make me come.”
I raise an eyebrow, knowing she can see my face enough to know that isn’t going to work with me.
“Don’t demand.”
“Make me come, please.”
“Asking and begging aren’t the same thing, Lauren, and you know it.”
I stop touching her when she starts to quicken again.
“Goddamn it, Angel. Please make me come.”
My smile is quick, rewarding, as I move my mouth to her pussy.
Our moans are simultaneous. I don’t think anything in the world tastes as good as us combined.
I lick at her and nip her flesh when she grows silent. She’s controlling this moment as much as I am, and I don’t have a problem with sharing the power for a little while.
Her knees come up, squeezing at my ears just a few seconds before I feel the pulse of her cunt against my tongue.
I don’t stop, but instead double my efforts. She’s out of control with pleasure, but it turns into too much quickly.
She pushes at my head, resorting to pulling my hair when I refuse to stop.
She knows what it takes, but it takes her another orgasm and several long minutes before she relaxes her legs and releases my hair.
I don’t let her linger on the ground. After zipping myself back up, I scoop her up and start the trip back to the house.
“What about the groceries?” she asks as we walk past the mess beside the truck.
“I’ll get them after I get you bathed and in bed.”
She tucks her face into my throat, and it makes me want to hold her like this forever. Lauren is quick to want to get fucked, but other displays of affection come very far and few between.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter as I walk into the room and see the top two drawers of my dresser in a mess.
I nudge her face until she pulls it back and point at the damn thing.
“That’s why I hid the shit where you could find it. I’m tired of the fucking messes.”
She bites the inside of her cheek as she stares at the sock hanging over the edge of the second drawer.
“I’m messy.”
“And I’m going to make you scrub floors with a plug in your ass the size of a Coke can if it happens again.”