Page 71 of Tormented Diamonds
Gripping her hips, I pull halfway out before sliding back in. After a few more times, the leash on my restraint snaps, and I fuck her like the world’s ending.Faster, harder, more unraveled.It’s not long before the dam breaks, and she’s pushing back against me, driving me deeper. It makes me feral, turning me from man to monster to machine.
“Tell me I’m the only man to fuck this tight asshole,” I demand, twisting my fingers in her hair and forcing her head back.
“You’re the only one,” she gasps, arching her back, “I’ve never let anyone else touch me there.”
“And no one else ever will.” I watch my cock piston in and out of her ass, my thrusts becoming erratic. Tipping my head back, I suck air between my clenched teeth. “Your cunt is mine, your mouth is mine, and this fucking ass is mine. Now beg the Devil for his cum.”
“Please…” she rasps in a voice so sultry, I lower my chin to find her staring at me over her shoulder, her pupils blown. “Come in my ass, my Devil.”
“Addictions like you are the reason empires fall, beloved.” I attack her clit again while driving into her like an animal.
Becca’s orgasm comes out of nowhere, slamming into her with no prelude. She screams, scraping her nails along the concrete as it drags her under with wave after wave of full body tremors. There’s no hope for me after that. The feel of her muscles contracting around my cock turns everything upside down. My mind blanks. My balls tighten. My teeth clench. And I come harder than I’ve ever come in my fucking life.
When oxygen returns to my brain, I slowlypull out of her and collapse into a seated position, pulling Becca along with me. After a few moments of gasping silence, I look down to find her staring up at me, her wire-framed glasses hanging crooked on her face.
“I think you broke my glasses.”
“Good thing I was smart enough to buy multiple pairs.”
Swatting my chest, she climbs off my lap to sit beside me as if it’s completely normal to have post-coital pillow talk in a pool of blood next to a mutilated body. I worry she’s about to analyze what we just did and how it somehow circles around to Freud and his fucked-up, incestuous bullshit, when she arches an eyebrow and hits me with, “How did Paulie find my father? I never gave you the address of Marvin Hooper’s Bushkill cabin.”
A little random, but nothing about today has been normal.
“After you kicked me out of the house, I put a tracker on your father’s car.”
She gives me a slow blink. “Do you have a tracker on me?”
I hesitate at first, but then decide,screw it. Why lie now? We just fucked like primates in a dead man’s blood. She’s not exactly on high moral ground herself. “Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend, Doc, but time wear is a criminal’s peace of mind.”
It takes a moment, but then, she slowly looks down at the watch on her wrist. The one I wrapped around it that last night in my father’s basement. “That’s why you gave it to me. You were sending me back to Providence with a tracker.” She lifts her head and slides her glasses off her face. I try not to notice the bloody fingerprints on the lenses. “Leo didn’t have to tell you I was in Hackensack. You already knew.”
“I did.”
She rests her forearms on her knees, her glasses dangling from her fingers. “Are you ever going to let me into your inner circle?”
The words are layered with such sadness it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. Not by what she said, but the unspoken words behind it.
Anton knows everything about me.
Sera knows everything about me.
And my wife knows nothing.
“What more does she have to prove?”A voice inside whispers.
“You need to talk to her before you push so hard she doesn’t come back,”I hear Sera warn.
I clench my fists. I’ve lost too many people because of silence. I won’t lose Becca.
“You were right,” I say, the pressure in my chest making it feel like it’s being crushed in a vise. “My distance the last few days had nothing to do with you. Well, it did, but in more of a chain reaction kind of…” Cursing, I pinch the bridge of my nose.
She lays a hand on my arm. “You don’t have to?—”
“Yes, I do.” I stand and pull my jeans up, not bothering with the button. Blood kicks up like a crimson rain puddle as I pace the warehouse. “We have more in common than you know, Doc. Both of our fathers’ actions got our mothers killed. We were both there when it happened.” I pause, my teeth grinding. “And we both blamed ourselves for it.”
She says nothing, letting the confession erupt like a pressurized volcano.
“But it goes deeper than that. My mother died in a car accident meant for my father. When it happened, the car ignited, and my mom was trapped. Anton tried to get her out. He was frantic.” I shake my head, everything making so much more sense now.“But time was running out, so she pulled rank and ordered him to pull me to safety.” I glance sideways, afraid I’ll find pity on her face, or even worse, tears. However, there’s nothing but calm understanding.
