Page 86 of Retribution
Her hips start rocking,please, please, pleasetumbling from her lips, and I decide to take mercy on her. My mouth latches onto her clit, and she screams my name, her hands clenching on my shoulders as I bite and nip and suck. When she breaks apart, I scoop her into my arms and toss her on the bed, watching her with hooded eyes as I quickly strip out of my clothes.
Rebecca gives me a smile that would tempt a priest and opens her legs wide, showing me just how wet I’ve made her. Growling low, I pounce on her, making her laugh and I latch onto her mouth with a desperation borne of months of pain and loneliness.
She reaches down between us, squeezing my cock in her small hands, guiding me towards heaven. Then closes her eyes in ecstasy as I thrust into her, seating myself fully into her exquisitely tight warm pussy.
Placing a hand on her cheek, I command, “Look at me, wife,” and she does. Her beautiful eyes flutter open, and we get lost in the depths of our souls as I move slowly inside her, refusing to break our stare.
Pulling her up, I bring her over my knees, rocking into her as she holds me close against her. Bringing my lips to hers, I taste her again and again, our tongues swirling together in a dance as old as time.
“I love you always, wife,” I murmur against her lips as the pleasure courses through me.
“I love you too, Trey. Always.”
Chapter 48
Rebecca
We stay locked in that room for two days, Trey only leaving to run downstairs to get food. We caught up on the past few months, kissed new scars, cried and laughed, and fucked and made love. It was bliss.
I promised him that I would never hurt myself again, and I meant it. I’m not proud of that period of my life, I’m stronger than that. Therapy helped me immensely, and although thinking Trey was dead nearly killed me, I’m glad that I received the help I so desperately needed.
That disjointed feeling I used to have about there being three of me in one body has subsided. Who knew that all I needed was to accept all the different facets of myself? We’re not one-dimensional, nor do we have just one side to us. Everyone houses a darker side, one that they may forever keep locked deep inside. But it’s there. So too a lighter side, the one that yearns for the sun, for love and hope and all things good.
There will be times where I stumble, where I fall. But I will keep getting back up. Do not judge me on the times I was weak, but rather on all the times that I rose from the ashes, made new upon the carcass of the old. There is where true strength lies.
I have come to accept who I am, who I will always be.
I am the child that endured horrors no child should.
I am a mother. Losing my children does not invalidate that.
I am a woman who is strong, passionate, and loved.
I am a killer who thirsts for justice, and will right wrongs when I see them.
I am a survivor.
***
A knock bangs loudly against the door, startling us awake from the late afternoon nap we were indulging in.
“Hey! Get your asses out here! We’ve given you long enough.”
A pillow goes flying, thudding into the door before dropping harmlessly to the floor.
The fist pounds again, refusing to relent.
“Fuck off, Eric!” Trey shouts, pulling me closer to his side. The blankets are just the right amount of cozy, and I’m not ready to leave them or face what’s outside the door.
“Tessa’s been riding my ass about wanting to meet your wife. Now get the fuck up and come out and introduce your girl to the rest of us.”
Trey groans, rubbing his hands over his face. “Give us half an hour to shower and get dressed, then we’ll be down.”
There’s one final thump on the door, then the sound of his footsteps moving away. Trey glances down at me, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Mmm, you smell like me,” he murmurs against my head before pulling away. “Rest for a few more minutes while I have a shower, then you can go meet everyone.” I watch his tight naked ass swing back and forth as he goes into the bathroom, then flop back down onto the pillows with a sigh.
I suppose it is unreasonable to want to stay holed up in here for just a few more days. During the flight to London, Nate had explained everything to me, and I’m totally on board with the plan. Discovering who was really in charge of it all made the bloodthirsty part of me howl for more vengeance, and I can’t wait to see this empire burn to ashes.
I won’t deny that I’m a little wary about working in a group with so many others; for weeks it was just me, doing what I could. Then Trey came into the picture, standing at my side, just as bloodthirsty and driven as I.
