“You look scared, Honeybee.” I love the fear in her eyes, every fucking time.
“Yeah,” her eyes dart up and down between us, “yeah, I’m scared, Col.”
“You should be,” I give her a once-over, trapped between me and my solid oak headboard, “is it because I about tore you apart last time?”
She nods, trembling with both fear and desire, and all I want to do is make her squirm even more.
I lean closer to her face, looking her dead in the eyes, “Has he kept you ready for me?”
She hesitates and her expression falters, “What?” she scoffs, unsure of how to respond.
I tense my jaw and try to keep a straight face. God, I’m such an asshole. Brett might murder me before I can even get my dick inside her again. I see the momentary, subtle change in her eyes as she tries to decipher my tone. She wants to know if I’m serious, if I’m really asking this or if it’s some kind of sick joke. When the corner of my mouth twitches with amusement, she begins to relax.
“Answer me, baby,” I grind my hips against her, sliding my cock over her slick cunt, “I need to know how to take care of you.”
Her mouth opens and she trembles as soon as I start moving, “Y-yeah…” she creaks out between breaths.
I gaze down at her glistening skin, her pussy just dying for me to fill her, “It was so nice of you to let him play pretend, as if he could ever be what I am to you.” She wraps one arm around my neck, still gripping the headboard with the other, and starts moving with me. “But who were you thinking about the first time he made you come?”
She’s shaking now, her ass bumping against the headboard as her hips pump the air between us.
“Speak up, little slut,” I say through clenched teeth, “so he can hear every fucking sound I drag out of you. Who were you thinking about?”
I don’t say it for her or myself, I say it for him, so he knows where everyone stands in this situation—this long, drawn out saga that isn’t over by a long shot.
“You,” she squeaks out, the friction between her legs all but gone. “Every—” she sounds like she’s breaking down, like she’s confessing at the end of an interrogation, “every part I loved was you...”
“Good,” I snarl, pinning her legs tighter in the crook of my arms, “that’s all placeholders are for,” I grind harder, driving her wild, “and he was nothing but a placeholder for my girl to use until I came home to her. My good…fucking…girl…” Her eyes flutter and she claws at my shoulder, inching toward the edge as I heap praise onto her. “Are you ready for me now?” I ask, sliding my tip just inside her.
She nods impatiently, barely able to keep her eyes open, drunk on this moment living dormant in the back of her mind for four years now.
“You better make me fit, Brett Ashley, because I have far less patience for you than I did last time.”
At the last word, I thrust my hips hard and my dick bottoms out inside her, jarring the entire bed. She lets out a cry and digs her nails into my skin, letting her head collapse against the wall. And, this time, I don’t show her any mercy, fucking her so hard that the wood flexes against her back. By the time I’m through with her, she’ll have bruises of purple lace across her back in the same design as the carvings beneath her.
She feels even better than I remember, clutching around my dick like she’ll never let go. And, soon, her cries turn to short whimpers that match the cadence of my hips. When I lift her ass to get a better grip on the headboard, her jaw drops and her chest caves.
She lets out a high-pitched moan, cursing between chaotic breaths, “Fuck, Colson…” she grinds out, “you win…oh, god, you fucking win…”
“Yeah, I won,” I growl into her cheek with unbridled arrogance, “as if you ever had a chance.”
Her breaths get shorter and more frantic. I don’t even have to work her clit, she’s so fucking turned on and I’m hitting her at just the right angle.
“You like fucking your stalker as much as you did last time?” I taunt her as she reaches for me again, pulling my mouth to hers. “Yeah, you do…” I drawl, teasing her with kisses, “you sick little slut…”
“Col…god…”
Tomayto-tomahto…
I pump my hips faster, feeling her entire body tense. “Oh, fuck!” she cries into my mouth, her body going rigid, “I’m gonna…ah!”
She takes it deep while the second orgasm rips through her, every sound she makes bringing me closer to the edge. My head rolls to the side, basking in her screams until I set my sights on my phone propped up against the lamp. I can’t resist grinning at the screen with a deranged sense of satisfaction while I finish her, admiring her legs bouncing from the crooks of my elbows while I impale her against my headboard.
Gradually, her movements slow to smooth waves. “Don’t stop, Col,” she pleads, trembling with the aftershocks. Her voice nearly takes me out at the knees as she pulls my face back to her, lashes fluttering with a crooked grin, “Come inside me like you promised.”
“Anything to make my girl happy…” As soon as I lock on her eyes, my jaw drops and I bury my dick in her so deep that my hips just pulse against hers. I come so hard that I drop her legs and she collapses into my lap, taking me in to the hilt. I grab her body and press my face into her neck, feeling the vibrations of her vocal cords on my lips while I fill her like she wants. My tongue trails over her veins, drinking up her sweat because she still tastes so damn good.
I can’t decide whether it’s a blessing or a curse, being as close as I can to her without splitting her in two, because it’s still not close enough. She’s still the cosmic pulse, the heartbeat I feel in the earth, and I’ll never be able to dig deep enough.
When our breathing slows and our chests rise and fall with one another, I brush the stray hairs away from her face, “Say it, Honeybee,” then I tip her chip up to meet my eyes, “tell me what I am to you, and mean it.”
Brett’s eyes flutter and she looks up at me, her chest heaving while her pussy contracts around my dick, binding her to me once again, “I love you, Col…” she whimpers, still dazed from her orgasm, “you’re…you’re my only.”
“Yeah,” I drawl, brushing my lips over hers, “yeah, I am…”
Then I shift my gaze and stare through the glass, through the lens, through each microscopic component, and through the ether…
And then I wink at him.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
Brett
One Year Ago
For a split second, I thought I killed him.
I thought I’d feel his blood spatter across my face and I’d stand over his dead body in triumph for being such a monster and putting me through years of hell. For a split second, I felt relief. Because to seek vengeance is to steal back something that was taken unjustly. I felt powerful, but it didn’t last. The high plummeted, crashing and burning in an inferno of abject horror, loss, despair, and hopelessness.
