Chapter 17
Heath
She’s not going back to him. The times I stood by and let life happen to me are long gone.
I fucked up. I know it. I could have been the knight on that white horse saving the princess from the villain, but the reality is, I’m just as much a villain to her.
I left her in the hands of these depraved sickos.
She’s the very air I breathe, and as much as Kat is destructive to me and I to her, we’re also each other's salvation.
But all of that ends now. I’m back and I didn’t come here to fuck around.
I grab the shovel that’s sitting in the Lind garden and barrel toward the house.
I’m coming to rescue my princess, even if she doesn’t want me to.
As soon as the thought hits my mind, I wipe it away because it doesn’t matter if Kat wants me or not.
I’m taking her. Bloodied hands and bruised heart, she will be mine.
The door handle clicks and flies open. Eddie’s walking back and forth in a haze.
The fucker is drunk and pathetic like Henry.
But that’s what happens to men who love Katelyn Shaw.
They dive into the abyss of obsession and despair.
Katelyn is like a rainbow—from the outside, she looks vibrant and full of life, so tempting to touch, but when you try to catch her, she’s ephemeral and impossible to hold on to.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie slurs. He stumbles as he takes a reactionary step toward me. His formerly aristocratic face now looks like Frankenstein’s with one whole cheek covered in stitches over a blood-red line.
“I’m here to take back what’s mine.”
“Get the fuck out. You’re lucky I didn’t have you arrested for your stunt on the beach. No one wants trash like you here. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of.”
“That’s not what you thought when I fucked your ass with the knife handle. As I recall, your little dick got hard, and you moaned for more.”
“That was the high from fucking my wife. You remember, don’t you? She’s got the tightest cunt around. Wet and warm. She can’t get enough of my cock.”
When the shovel drops from my hand, it makes a clunking sound as it crashes to the marble floor.
I charge at Eddie, barreling his body into the wall.
I wrap my hand around his trachea and my fist connects so hard to his face that I hear the bones in his cheek break.
So much for the other side of his face. Blood sputters from his mouth as he breathes and chokes on his spit.
“You’ll fuckin’ never touch her again. You hear me, you piece of shit?
If you even think about touching her, I’ll slice up your dick and make you eat it.
Did you think you could hurt her and I’d let you off scot-free?
I’m gonna kill you, motherfucker. Slice you into pieces and bury your body.
I’ll be fucking your precious wife while you’re rotting six feet under. ”
Blood pools on the white marble like a crimson river as Eddie’s eyes roll back and then finally close.
His head bangs on the stairs as I drag his body up to the master bedroom.
When I fling the door open, my eyes connect with Kat’s peaceful form.
Her pretty mouth hangs slightly open, her dark brown hair cascading on the satin pillowcase.
But what has my cock as hard as a rock is her chest. Kat’s massive tits have grown in size, and her dusky nipples are hard in the cool air and visible through her nightgown, begging to be sucked.
Fuck. How’s it possible for one woman to be so damn perfect?
Her thick thighs, soft round belly, and warm flesh that overflows in my hands, breasts I can bury my face in and suffocate in ecstasy.
The bed barely creaks as I place Eddie beside Kat, the massive mattress so huge that six people could easily sleep in it.
Eddie’s blood drips onto the white sheets, but I don't care. It’s justifiable for him to bleed out as I fuck his wife. God knows I suffered worse just knowing he stole the only woman I ever cared about from me, a woman who never belonged to him.
The sheets rustle as Kat moves in her sleep, exposing more of her flesh.
My fingers trail up her calves to the junction at her thighs.
She adjusts herself in her sleep and bends her knee, exposing herself fully to me as if she’s offering me access to heaven's gate. Her pussy—perfect, pretty, and pink.
I unleash my throbbing hard cock from my pants, gripping it as I watch my angel sleep. Bathed in the sterling ocean moonlight falling from the window, she looks like an innocent sleeping angel about to be ravished by a demon in the most decadent deflowering.
The shoulder of her nightgown falls away easily, and I rub the tip of my cock along the pebbled peak of her nipple, making it glisten with my pre cum.
With one hand milking and gripping my shaft, I lean in and lap at her nipple, now covered in my scent.
I suck the puckered bud into my mouth, getting lost in the pure pleasure of it.
I’m not sure if I want to bite her so hard that she’ll wake in a scream or taste her on my tongue until her eyes open wide, believing she’s just had the perfect dream.
My mouth waters at the notion of tasting her, filling my senses with nothing but Kat, consumed by her body, her presence, her vulnerability.
The years of pain dissipate because when I’m with her, nothing else matters.
Kat is my universe and the years missing between us are insignificant in the grand scheme of things.
I lift her dress until her sex is exposed and glide my fingers through her slick heat.
Fuck. So many years without this, and I went mad and lost myself completely.
Now having her here in front of me, all I want to do is devour her until we meld into one being and she begs me to stop.
Two halves of a whole, the other side of my heart is what Katelyn has always been to me.
Without her, I was walking in the dark. I stumbled for a long time.
I fell into the circles of hell with no desire to escape.
I realize now that only Kat can bring me into the light. Only Kat can save me from myself.
She shivers when I glide my thumb along her slit and moans as soon as I connect with her clit.
Penetration with one slick finger, and my beautiful angel opens her legs wide for me.
My pretty girl’s always wet and ready for me.
The need to taste her cunt consumes me, and I suck her juices from my finger like a man quenching his thirst in the desert.
Fuck.
After one quick tug of her nipples between my teeth, her chest heaves, and she practically feeds her tits to me. I suck both nipples gently until they peak and then lick my way down to her navel and, eventually, to her perfect pussy.
Scissoring my fingers, I spread her labia wide until she’s completely open before me. I can see the slickness of her arousal, how it shines on the gorgeous pink skin, and I inhale deeply, savoring her delicate musk. I lied. Vanilla isn’t my favorite scent. It's Kat, ripe and ready to fuck.
My tongue darts out as if needing a fix of the drug I’m withdrawing from, the one I’ve gone so long without and can never get enough of.
That’s the downfall of all addicts, they can resist in the absence of temptation but put the substance in front of them, and all resolve vanishes in an instant.
I lap at her cunt, devouring her, letting her taste hit my bloodstream until I fall into the bliss that only she can give me.