25. Drystan #2
“Is it?” I snarl, wrapping my free arm around her and shoving my hand under her shirt to pinch her hard nipple. “Were you this fucking wet for him? Did you moan his name the way you scream mine?”
On the screen, Luke thrusts into her without care. She makes almost no sound. I pull my fingers out only to slam them back in, curling ruthlessly. She whimpers, hips grinding desperately back against my hand.
“See, my love? Even my fingers make you weep with pleasure, while his cock couldn’t even make you sigh.” I pinch her nipple harder, twisting. She yelps, but her cunt flutters and drips down my wrist. “He said you meant nothing. He treated you like you were nothing.”
I withdraw my fingers, press my aching cock against her back, and bend her further over the desk. In one savage thrust I bury myself to the hilt inside her tight, fluttering heat.
She screams.
“You are my everything,” I growl, voice feral as I slam into her with punishing force. The heavy desk shakes violently beneath us. “He deserved everything he got. Every second of pain. Every drop of blood.”
“Drystan— harder,” she moans, pushing back against me like the perfect little sinner she is.
I grip her hips with bruising strength and fuck her like the beast I am—deep, brutal, unrelenting. My hips slap against her ass with every savage thrust. I reach around and find her clit again, circling it mercilessly.
“You.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “For fucking ever.”
Her orgasm hits her like a storm. She shatters around my cock with a raw, broken scream, her entire body convulsing violently, walls milking me with desperate, rhythmic pulses. The sight and feel of her falling apart for me, for the monster who owns her, finally drags me over the edge.
I roar her name and bury myself as deep as I can, flooding her with thick, endless ropes of cum while the videos of her past play across every screen around us.
I collapse over her, my massive frame covering her smaller one, feeling her soft whimpers vibrate against my chest. My cock is still buried deep inside her, twitching with the aftershocks. The scent of sex, rain, and her skin fills my lungs like the only air I need.
“Say you won’t leave me,” I rasp against her ear, the words slipping out like a desperate prayer. My hips press forward slowly, pushing my half-hard, pierced cock deeper into her soaked heat. “Say you will stay with me forever, Briar.”
I need to hear it. I need it more than my next breath.
She trembles beneath me, voice barely a whisper. “I won’t leave you, Drystan.”
The relief that floods me is violent. I pull out of her slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as my cum and her arousal drip down her thighs, the piercings dragging against her swollen, sensitive entrance. I gather her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.
She stares up at me, flushed and tear-streaked. “I want you,” she breathes.
I lean down and kiss her softly, tasting myself on her tongue. The possessiveness that surges through me is almost painful.
I carry her down the hallway to our bedroom and into the bathroom. I turn on the tap, letting warm water fill the large tub, then gently lower her into it. Steam rises around her body like a veil. I step into the shower for a quick rinse, the hot water stinging the fresh wound on my ribs.
“You haven’t eaten,” I say as I towel off. “Once your bath is done, eat. I have to leave for a while.”
“Leave?” She sits up abruptly in the tub, water sloshing over the edge. Her voice rises, laced with fear. “What do you mean leave? You can’t leave me here alone.”
I clean my piercings slowly and her eyes immediately drop to my cock, still half-hard and glistening. A dark smile tugs at my mouth.
“Briar, my love… if you keep looking at my cock like that, I won’t be leaving at all.”
“Nine piercings,” she murmurs, almost reverently. “Did it hurt?”
“Not as much as being away from you for six years.” I walk over and press a kiss to her forehead. “I did them four months before the trial.”
She asks more questions, but my mind is already shifting to the hunt. I dress quickly—black shirt, hoodie, cargo pants, and heavy boots—then return to the bathroom.
“I’ll be gone two days at most,” I tell her, my voice low. “You are safer here than anywhere else. The twins are close. My number is in your phone. Behave, Briar. I have cameras everywhere.”
Her blue eyes burn into mine, searching. “You’re going to kill someone, aren’t you?”
I lean down and kiss her deeply, my tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting the remnants of my cum still on her tongue. “I am.”
“Please be careful,” she says, voice shaking.
I nod once, then turn and leave before I lose the will to go. In the living room I open the hidden safe, retrieve my duffel bag filled with weapons, fake IDs, and burner phones, and sling it over my shoulder.
Briar’s father… he is already dead. He just doesn’t know it yet.
I lock the heavy front door behind me and step into the cold night air. I grab my phone and text. “Keep an eye on her.”
“Already here,” Enzo replies instantly.
Good.
I start the car, the engine rumbling like distant thunder. The hunt begins.