Page 90 of Darling Wildfire
She spread her knees wider as she leaned forward, grinding on my fingers. I stopped teasing her and let her find her rhythm and pressure until her eyes shuttered again.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded. Her pleasure filled gaze clashed with mine. “Come for me,” I said, my voice rough.
Her pussy squeezed around my fingers, and then she was coming with a soft cry. I stroked her through her orgasm, watching every gasp and twist of her features as she claimed every bit of the wave she was riding. When the tremors subsided, I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and shoved them back down her throat.
“Suck,” I commanded.
She looked at me with eyes half shuttered, as she closed her mouth around my fingers and gently sucked her release off them. My cock was hard in my pants and I pulled her to her feet and walked her to the wall where I shoved her face first into the stone, holding her there.
I freed my cock and in one quick thrust, shoved inside her. We both groaned and her hands curled into fists near her head. I closed my eyes,not wanting to look at her. I fucked her hard, one hand in her hair, the other digging into her hip. She tightened around me and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have my cock buried in pussy again.
Her whimpers and soft sounds pulled me higher, and my release blazed up my spine. My movements grew rapid and my breath shallow as I felt my come fill her. I took a few deep breaths before pushing away and pulling my pants up.
I didn’t bother seeing who she went to next but went straight into the bathroom. I turned the sink on and let the water run, pressing my palms flat against the countertop and meeting my gaze in the mirror.
I hadn’t had sex since Whit and the act made me think of nothing but her as much as I tried to push her from my mind. I couldn’t help but recall her soft curves, the sounds she made, the look in her eyes when I made her come…but mostly, the adoration and love for all my dark corners that she effortlessly accepted.
It’d been almost a year now since Vetticus ruined my life, yet it felt like only days. I wondered if the ache would ever go away. I wondered if missing them would ever hurt less than it did right now. But mostly, I wondered if I’d ever be able to move on.
Red was nothing but a warm hole to fill because Vetticus demanded it of us. I should have felt something about having to fuck her—regret, sadness at Whit’s memory maybe—but I didn’t feel anything. Not a damn thing except the emptiness that seemed to plague me.
What would I be after this? A shell of who I was before?
I wasn’t sure I even knew who I was before this.
Violence was in my blood—for as long as I could remember. Even growing up, an abusive father, narcissist mother, I’d learned to look after myself and manipulate the world into working for me. Until I’d met Whit and become a father myself. Emersyn and Cole were like a light to the darkness wrapped around my soul. When I was with them, I left the shadows behind.
But now, the shadows were free again, the darkness nearly suffocating in its hunger for revenge. There was no pushing it back and I was convinced by the end of this, there wasn’t going to be any light strong enough to drive it back.
I finished up in the bathroom and walked back out. Nyx and Atlas were passed out in their beds and Preacher was still indulging in Red. He had her bent over the edge of the couch, a hand around her throat as he drove into her. I fell into bed and threw my sweatshirt over my eyes, listening to the sounds of sex and wondering what fucked up thing Vetticus would come up with next.
The next morning they came and took Red away.
She didn’t look back as the door shut behind her. I turned and saw Nyx struggling with the bandage at his neck. I walked into the bathroom and slapped his hand away.
“Thanks,” he grumbled.
I peeled it away and frowned. Any further left and he wouldn’t be standing here. The anger surged all over again and I caught Nyx staring at me in the mirror.
“I didn’t expect you to make her come last night,” Nyx said.
“It was hot wasn’t it?” I grumbled.
Nyx chuckled. “Yeah—but you didn’t have to.”
“I know,” I said, not offering anything more. His eyes were drilling holes in my face as I wrapped the dressing around his neck, careful not to make it too tight.
“I guess I don’t understand what the problem is,” I said dryly.
“You were ready to kill her minutes before that.”
“Sometimes you have to manipulate the body before the mind will follow. She probably won’t do what she did out in the field again. I figured a different kind of death would be more effective.”
Nyx chuckled and shook his head. “That oddly makes sense.”
I finished tying off the bandage.
“We didn’t even ask what her name was,” Nyx said.
