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I can’t help but giggle. ‘Oh, come on. We’ll find a beach where the scenery’s so stunning, no one even notices us.’
Emma smirks as she leans forward. ‘Or we could just go to one of those nude beaches. Then everyone’s too busy worrying about their own wobbly bits to judge ours.’
‘Emma,’ Rachel interjects, ‘you might have just solved everything. No need to even pack!’
Everyone cackles, and momentarily I forget about Steve’s lips staining my bag’s inner lining.
I grin, leaning in tothe laughter. The idea of an escape didn’t seem so impossible.
‘Hmm...Somewhere far away. No emails, no phone calls, no responsibilities,’ Anna states.
‘And no kids...’ Rachel murmurs.
‘That rules out the beach,’ Emma quips with a sly grin.
Sarah’s voice breaks through the silence as she tosses a colourful brochure onto the table, the paper edges already worn. ‘What about here?’
The girls all tilt their heads, arching a brow. ‘Spain? Seriously?’ Emma beams.
‘Why not?’ Sarah challenges.
No...anywhere but Spain.
‘It’s settled. Let’s start planning. We deserve this.’ Sarah holds up a finger, halting us –them, mid-celebration as she jabs at a line of text. ‘Hold on. It says here, the offer is only good ‘til the 9th. That’s in two days!’
I settle deeper into the booth. They don’t know – how can they? The weight of my past, the vow I made to never return to Spanish soil, wasn’t something I’d ever shared. How can I explain that, while I now had all the time in the world, Spain remained forbidden?
I did enjoy punishing myself – dragging old wounds back to the surface, daring them to ache. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. Maybe it was time to stop running, to confront the ghosts I’d been trying to outrun for so long. To face them head-on, and finally find the freedom I’ve been chasing all this time.
CHAPTER 14
THE PUNISHER
Sal has arranged our flights set for a couple of days from now, leaving me with some time to kill. What better way to spend it than by tormenting Tarran? It feels like the perfect distraction, knowing that once I step onto that plane, our fleeting little interlude will be put on pause.
It’s not hard to hide in Tarran’s house, especially as she doesn’t bother checking to see if I’m there. It’s almost like she’s inviting me in. Since our encounter, she’s never paused to scan for intruders. She tosses her keys on to the table, kicks off her shoes, and heads straight for her room without a second thought. She’s even leaving the curtains open so I can watch her outsidefrom the shadows.
Are you teasing me, Tarran?
When the light dies, I move. The house is quiet. I tread carefully, each step avoiding the groan of the floorboards beneath me. My boots came off at the threshold, left behind like a discarded second skin. In her bedroom, I stand there, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the sound pulling at something deep and primal within me. Strands of her hair spill across her pillow, a golden cascade catching the faintest sliver of moonlight. She’s so still, so unaware of my presence. And I – rooted beside her bed. She looks otherworldly, innocent and pure.
I lean towards her face, her soft breath fanning the side of my cheek as my hand pulls back her sheets. Her t-shirt doing little to cover her body, her nipples reacting to the fresh air.
Fuck.
My whole body shakes, my cock strains to be set free from its confines. And I know I shouldn’t, it’s not what I came here for, but my hand slips in to my waistband, twisting the trouser button free. I yank out my cock, positioning it mere inches from her face, her warm breath blowing onto the sensitive tip.
‘Oh, fuck.’ I groan, before heading towards the bathroom.
There, I grab a top from the laundry basket, inhaling deeply as I pump back and forth, shooting my load into the fabric, biting my fisted hand to muffle my moans.
This isn’t my finest moment.
I clean myself up, splashing water onto my face, wondering what the fuck possessed me to do what I just did. I plan to fuckher, but I guess the enjoyment of the tease works both ways. When I do claim her body, I’ll fuck her day and night until she forgets her own name, but I’m not a pig.
‘You’re mine,’ I tell her as I throw the top back into the basket. A whimper slips out of her mouth as I walk back in her room, and she rolls onto her side. My finger follows the contours of her bottom, and I’m tempted to pull her legs apart and dive balls deep into her sweet pussy. Though, that would be too easy, and I’m nowhere nearly done with her yet. I haven’t even started, because, like wolves drawn to the mournful cries of a wounded animal, I shall follow her, driven by my unquenchable hunger.
Even though I have the power to take what I desire, I don’t want to take her just because I can. It’s one thing for her to fear me because of who I am, it’s another for her to fear me for whom she thinks I might be.
