Chapter 31
Bradford
She’s silent as she sits on the floor, jaw locked, eyes red from crying or from the cold, I can’t tell which. I step inside and shut the door behind me, flipping the lock.
I didn’t expect to find her here, when we came to search for Cade, but there’s no time like the fucking present to put this matter to rest.
And solve it.
“You forgot this.” I set her bag down on the old oak desk and unzip it.
She doesn’t even try to stop me, as I dump the contents onto the desktop, spreading everything in a fan.
Then, I pluck up the photo of me, Cade, and Turner, and flick it at her. “Strange thing, I thought you were a professor.”
Jenna, if that’s even her fucking name, peers up at me, tears building up in her eyes. “It’s… I…”
“That doesn’t sound like an explanation.” My voice booms through the room. “You got close to me, to my daughter as a means of getting information.”
She swallows but says nothing, her eyes dropping to her hands.
“Why are you here?” I demand, pushing off the desk and walking over to her. My boot kicks the toe of her sneakers. “Now’s your chance. Speak, Jenna.”
She shakes her head.
“Who the fuck are you?!” I burst, my voice causing her to jump.
She’s pale, fragile, and weak, and mumbles when she finally speaks. “You already know who I am. Obviously.”
“So much fucking attitude.” I step forward, looming over her just to see if she’ll back up, cower.
But she doesn’t. She looks…defeated.
And for some reason, that makes my dick rock hard.
“I didn’t plan on…you.” Her voice wavers.
I laugh, a dry, dead sound. “Bullshit. You knew who I was. And you did what you did, to get close, because you knew you could. That’s fucking low, Jenna.”
She looks up then, eyes bright and cold. “I had plans. I had one for searching for Cade, but it wasn’t good. It wasn’t a good plan.” She breaks into sobs. “I’m not smart enough to do this. I never was. And so, I never had a plan for… this.” She gestures between us, like the air itself is diseased.
Is she fucking with me? Trying to pull at my heartstrings?
I reach into my belt and pull my Glock out. I cock the hammer and lift it. “You lied.”
She doesn’t look away from me, even with tears streaking down her face. “I think you lie to everyone, Cal.”
“I didn’t lie to you. I fucking wanted you.”
Her voice is flat, but I hear it crack. “You would’ve lied to me, just like you lie to Molly. I don’t know what you do out here, but I don’t think you help people. I think you use them.”
I grip the gun harder, anger searing through my chest. “You used my daughter to get close to me. You used her.”
She shrugs. “Yeah, I did, but she’s a really smart young woman.”
“You failed her on purpose.”
“Yeah.”
I see red. I see a lot of fucking red.
“Get on your knees,” I grit out. “Now.”
Jenna blinks a couple of times, tears slipping down her face. But still she complies, wincing as she does.
I lift the gun, and then shift, undoing my belt. Her eyes widen, following my movements as I pull my dick out, fully erect. “Open your goddamn mouth.”
Her brows raise. “Um…”
“Did I stutter?” I bark.
Her expression flickers with something as she leans forward, running her tongue around the head of my cock. She lets out a light moan as she sucks on my head, gently drawing it out.
“Deeper, Little Liar. Deeper.”
She obeys, and I drop my arm, the gun going slack. I fist her blonde hair, and then shove my cock down her throat, gagging her. I hold it, as she struggles.
“You fucked with me,” I growl, and then release her.
She gasps for air and glares up at me, saliva rolling down her chin. “You’re an asshole.”
I grin, tipping her head back. “And you’re manipulative, little fucking whore.” I spit then, and she winces, squeezing her eyes shut and then opening them again.
And just when I expect her to break down again… She comes alive.
“If that’s what I am, then why don’t you fuck me like one?”
I toss the gun to the desk and her wrists, dragging her to her feet and pinning both behind her back. I shove her against the drywall so hard she gasps and press my chest into her back so she can’t move.
Her breath hitches. She fights me at first, but then grinds against my cock.
“Is this what you wanted?” I hiss in her ear, my voice darker than I’ve ever fucking let it be. My demons are loose, and as she tips her head back to catch my eye, she only drives them crazier.
“You’re all show, Cal.”
I reach around and grab her jeans, ripping them down and over her hips. “You don’t know when to stop.”
She twists, but the movement only lines me up better. I hold her there, arms pinned over her head, as I shove myself into her slick cunt, letting out a guttural, animalistic fucking sound.
I don’t even sound like myself. But fuck it feels good.
I’ve never taken what I wanted. Not like this.
Her voice is strangled. “You’re a monster, just like the rest.”
“Never said I wasn’t,” I grit out, slamming into her pussy with all the force I can fucking manage. She starts to whine against me, but I give her no mercy.
Jenna doesn’t fucking deserve it.
Still, she tries to break my grip, but it only makes her smaller in my arms. I lean in until my lips are at her ear, and my cock balls deep in her. “This is what you get.”
She shudders, the fight draining out of her all at once. “Oh god,” she whimpers, her body coming undone as I shift, slipping my hand between her body and the wall. “Cal… I…”
“You’re going to come for me.”
“Yes,” she cries out, as she explodes, back arching against me, the sound ripped from her throat raw and wild.
I follow a second later, slamming into her and filling her so deep there’s nowhere left for her to hide. And I stay buried in her, as I come down from the high, my chest heaving.
I finally let my monster out of its cage.
And it felt really fucking good.