Chapter 16
Caydence
Devon said he had some things to take care of, and then he’d be over, so I came home.
I park my rental car in the driveway and climb out, walking to the trunk. Just as I’m about to shove the key in to open it, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head quickly to see him. Glowing green eyes so fucking close I could reach out and touch him.
My heart begins to race in my chest as I try to figure out what to do. He cocks his head to study me, and I shake mine.
“You … you need to go,” I warn. A sick laugh leaves him and sends a chill down my spine. I haven’t seen him since he dropped me off the night of the races. Since he touched me.
“You should run,” he warns, but I shake my head.
“You need to go,” I say once more. If Devon knew what I’d done, he would kill this man, too. He would end his life, and it would all be my fault. I could have stopped him, but I didn’t.
“Run, Caydence,” his tone is harsh this time, and without thinking, I turn and run. I take off down the sidewalk, hearing his feet thudding behind me. I decide to take a shortcut through the trees and pray he doesn’t know this area.
I keep running until I’m in the park, and then I run down to the old bridge.
I slink off into the darkness and try to control my erratic breathing.
Maybe I lost him, and he didn’t see where I went.
I debate calling Devon, but I don’t want to have another dead body on my conscience.
And that’s what would happen if Devon knew. He would kill him.
I take slow breaths when I hear someone approach.
I peek out from the little crevice I’ve tucked myself into just in time to see the glowing eyes.
I shift back, careful not to make any noise as he walks closer.
I reach up and cover my mouth, trying not to scream when he stops right in front of me.
Tears run down my cheeks as he takes a step forward and out of sight.
I almost sigh in relief, but then I feel a hand on my wrist.
Now I do I scream. A hand covers my mouth as I’m ripped out of my hiding spot. He backs me up against the rock and shushes me.
“You scream, and I’ll make it hurt,” he tells me.
“Understand?” I nod my head as he lowers his hand, and the next thing I know is that he’s ripping the front of my shirt open.
He growls when the lace fabric of my bra is visible.
My chest rises and falls as I try to think of what to do.
I don’t want to scream and piss him off, but I can’t stand here while he does whatever he wants, can I?
“So perfect,” he purrs in an almost whisper. His hand moves to my skirt next, gripping the hem and tearing it in half. A soft sob escapes me, and his glowing green eyes come back to meet mine.
“I said quiet,” he reminds me. I nod my head quickly before he spins me to face away from him. He uses one hand to press my face into the rock and the other to pull my panties down. In my head, I’m screaming. In reality, nothing will come out.
Fear has a grip on me, and there’s nothing I can do.
I hear him fumbling behind me, and I try to pull away, but he just presses me harder against the rock. It’s so hard that I can feel it cutting my cheek. Tears keep rolling down my face, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. It’s only then that I feel his cock pressed against me.
“Please don’t,” I cry.
“Shh. You’re going to love this,” he coos before shoving into me.
I gasp and then bite my lip as he fucks me from behind.
His cock is filling me, thrust after thrust, and all I can think about is Devon.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Now I want him to kill someone?
The thought crossed my mind as he pumped into me.
His free hand lands on my hip and holds me in place, and in a matter of minutes, he’s done.
He’s grunting his release before his hand comes to my soaked pussy.
“So wet for me,” he whispers as he finds my clit.
He begins to circle it, playing with it in all the right ways until my body begins to tremble.
“I knew you’d come for me.” I do. I don’t know why my body is reacting the way it is, but I fucking come for this man.
Maybe I’m the sick one. Maybe I truly am as fucked up as Devon as I ride this man’s fingers.
“Please,” I whisper, although I don’t know what I want.
“You want more? You want to come all over me again?” he asks.
He hasn’t stopped touching me, and it feels like I’m going to explode into a million little pieces for him.
My body is trembling, but he doesn’t stop touching me.
I can barely stand on my shaking legs as he pulls another orgasm out of me.
“Oh God,” I cry softly as the wave of pleasure shoots through me. This time, he slows down until he completely stops. He releases me, and I can hear him fixing his clothes. He allows me to turn around this time, and I look down at my torn clothes.
“No one will see you,” he assures me as he holds out his hand.
I’m hesitant, but I know he won’t like it if I don’t take it, so I do.
He begins to walk us back out of the park and through the same trees I ran through.
Once we reach the steps to the front of the house, he releases me and motions for me to go inside.
I don’t waste time, racing up the steps and through the front door. Then I rush up the stairs, into my room, and into the bathroom. When I lock the door, I move to stand in front of the mirror. There’s a scratch on my face from the rocks, and my clothes are hanging in tatters.
I stand looking at myself in the mirror. I can’t believe what just happened. What I let happen. Why didn’t I just scream? Why didn’t I run faster? Why the fuck did I like what he did to me?
I’m disgusted with myself as I begin to strip out of the remains of my clothes and toss them into the trash. I turn on the water just as someone knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” I ask.
“Devon. Let me in.” I shouldn’t open it. I need to shower.
“No.”
“No? Are we back at this again?”
“I need to take a shower,” I tell him.
“So do I. Let me in, or I’ll take the fucking door off,” he warns. There’s no use in arguing with him. I know he’ll do it. So I walk over and unlock the door, pulling it open to see him smiling back at me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re naked already.” His eyes travel over me, and I can’t stop the way my body reacts to him. He steps inside and closes the door before locking it. Then he moves toward me, grabbing my nipple in between his fingers and rolling it.
“Devon,” I whisper.
“You want me the way I want you?” he asks. I want to nod my head, but also have some other man’s cum leaking down my thighs. How am I going to explain that?
I step back out of his reach, and he begins to strip. I climb in the shower and pull the door closed, quickly turning it on and washing myself. When he’s naked, he steps in and grins.
“You ready for me to eat your pussy?” My cheeks heat at his words. He drops to his knees in front of me, but I grab him and pull him back up. Then I crash my mouth against his. His tongue invades my mouth and toys with my own as he takes over the kiss.
He devours me, and I let him as long as I can keep him right where he is.
“Fuck, Caydence,” he growls as he lifts me and sinks his cock inside me. I moan before his mouth is back on mine. Then he fucks me into the wall just the way I like it.