Page 27 of Retribution
She mulls that over for a moment, teeth worrying her bottom lip. “My DNA will be at the auction,” she replies, her voice breaking towards the end. “And there was a hotel—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“I know.”
Shock crosses her face as her eyes fly wide. “You do? How?”
“Remember what I told you about the roses? I told you I would come for you, Rebecca. There were roses all over the hotel bar. And more at the auction.”
“You’ve been following me,” she states, eyes searching mine.
“Yes.”
“But why me? What makes me special? I’m no one, Trey. Just a who-”
Grabbing her carefully but firmly by the arm with one hand, I use the other to place it over her mouth, silencing her. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I growl at her. “You are not a whore. You were a child placed in a horrific situation, and anything you did while you were there, you did to survive.
“You are strong. You are beautiful and brave. You are a survivor. Why you? Why not you?” I hold her gaze steadily, letting her see the truth of my words. This feels like a defining moment, what I say now might just determine our future. “Remember when you told me that you see me? Well, I see you too, Rebecca. I see an avenging angel, a goddess. I know that I have done nothing in this life to deserve you. I am not a good man. I have lied and cheated and killed. I’m not good enough to kiss your feet, let alone be between your thighs. But I believe that you were made for me, that God led me directly to you. You are mine, Rebecca, and I’m keeping you.”
Reaching across, I pull the seat belt over her, clicking it into place. Brushing a strand of her hair back, I place a kiss on her forehead, then reversing the car out of the space, I drive us out of the parking lot and back onto the busy road. I had seen one of those budget chain hotels near the off-ramp, and it will do for the night. It’s nothing fancy, but it will be clean at least.
Rebecca stays silent after my declaration, watching the world go by as she ponders my words. The silence is loaded, but not uncomfortable, and it’s not long before we’ve pulled up in front of the hotel. I chose one with outside access so she won’t have to walk through the lobby—I can’t exactly hide her bloodstained dress. Luckily, it’s late enough that the parking lot is empty, and once I have the key, I grab my bag and hurry her into our double queen room.
Grabbing a t-shirt and pair of boxers out of my bag, I hand them to Rebecca, sending her off to shower. Settling back against the pillows on the bed, I stretch my legs out, tensing and releasing muscles. It’s been a long and stress-filled day, and the rock-hard mattress is feeling pretty close to heaven right now. Fighting off closing my eyes, I grab my laptop, needing to work out some things to set plans in motion. The sound of the shower going on distracts me from my search, my cock growing hard again picturing her naked, water running down her body.Fuck.How am I supposed to get anything done when all I can think about is being inside her again?
Turning my thoughts to my mother in order to gain control, which certainly does the trick, I go back to searching for somewhere more permanent for us to stay while we deal with Earl. I want to do to him what he threatened to do to Rosalie. And for that, we’re going to need privacy, preferably with no nosy neighbors around.
Searching proves fruitful when I find an ad for a vacation rental cabin. Located on the opposite side of Flagstaff than Rebecca’s house, it’s close enough to get in and out of the city easily, but is out in the forest on its own, with no other dwellings within a mile in all directions.Perfect.Confirmation of the booking goes through just as Rebecca steps out of the bathroom, and my heart stutters at the sight of her.
She’s stunning when dressed to the nines, but even more so with no makeup and wet hair. She looks younger now, more unsure, and she hesitates at the doorway as she catches me watching her. Smiling shyly, she moves towards me, settling on the bed near my feet.
“What are you doing?”
Closing the laptop and setting it down, I reach for her, pulling her closer to me. “Found a place for us to stay while we deal with Earl.”
Surprise filters over her face. “That was quick. You were serious, then? You’ll help me?”
Pulling myself up, I fold my legs, placing a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I won’t ever lie to you, Rebecca. I meant what I said. I’ll go out and destroy them all, bring you their hearts in a box. Or I’ll make sure you can do it yourself, standing beside you while you get your justice. Whatever you need from me, it’s yours.”
A tremulous smile breaks out, and she throws herself into my arms, straddling my waist as she holds onto me like I’m the lifeline she’s been needing. My eyes flutter closed as I breathe in the fresh clean scent of hers, the warmth of her skin branding mine. Tangling my fingers into her hair, I pull her back, settling my lips on hers with a gentleness that surprises me. I’m not a gentle man.
But with her—fuck. I want to kiss every inch of her, taste everything. I want to worship her, commit every sin with her, take my time learning what brings her pleasure. I want to hear her scream my name. I want to devour her.
I didn’t get to take my time with her earlier, but I’m going to make up for it now.
Rebecca moans against my mouth and our kiss turns more heated, more passionate. Tongues slide and twist together as she rocks her hips over me, my cock aching and hard beneath her. Ripping my lips from hers, I tilt her head to the side, tasting the pulse beating erratically at her neck before moving lower, sucking hard at the base of her neck, marking her as mine.
Pulling away, I lift the shirt off of her, tossing it onto the other bed. Her breasts are firm and high, nipples hard and pointing at me, and I bring her closer to me, pulling one into my mouth, suckling and nibbling on it as I squeeze her ass with the other. She throws her head back, hair curling down her back as she rocks against me harder.
“Trey, please,” she murmurs as I move to the other nipple, biting down on it gently as she pants. Winding her arms around my neck, she lifts herself slightly, making it easier for me to suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Jesus, she is delicious.
Grabbing her hips, I dump her onto the bed and yank the boxers off, letting them join the t-shirt as I fall between her thighs. Breathing in her scent, I revel in the muskiness of her, pleased that I’m able to have this effect on her. Nibbling up her thigh, I suck the soft skin into my mouth, leaving further marks on her as I avoid her core. Rebecca writhes under me, begging me to end the torment, and I grin against her as I tease her a moment more.
Her pussy is swollen and pink, her juices running freely, and when I can no longer hold back, I lick my way up her slit, drinking her up as if she were a fine wine. Her hands come down on my head, holding me in place for a moment before she removes them quickly.
“I’m so sorry, Trey!” she stutters, her hands flying to her face, covering it as her cheeks flush.
Leaning up on my elbows, I look up at her, my beard glistening with her wetness.
“Rebecca,” I say softly, “look at me.”
