Page 46 of Don't Hate Me
I released her breasts to find her clit. It was swollen and angry, and when I circled it with my thumb, even as I continued to pound her from behind, she cried out. I could feel her body squeezing around me. I could feel her coming apart and still I fucked her without holding anything back, without worrying about her frailty. I was practically double her weight, her size, but I held nothing back.
“Marc!”
Yeah, I knew what that meant. I could feel her inner walls pulling the orgasm from me. Sucking me inside so deep, that, when I came, it felt like I was flooding her pussy with jet after jet of my cum. Months and months of it filling her up.
When it was over, I could feel the water still pounding against my back. Could hear her gentle pants, her head hanging low between her shoulders. Carefully, I pulled away from her, then I could see it.
The trickle of semen sliding down the inside of her thigh. I don’t know why, but the thought of it escaping bothered me. It was supposed to be inside her. With a finger, I scooped it up and slid that finger inside her pussy.
Then I wrapped my arms around her body to lift her so that her back was pressed against my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder. I nipped at the underside of her jaw.
“Let’s run away now,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “Let’s go where they can never find us. Never touch us. We could have this always.”
Gently, I moved her into the shower spray, letting the warm water wash over the body I’d so ruthlessly taken.
“They don’t scare me, Ash,” I told her. “We’re going to go back, tell them we’re married, and deal with the consequences. Then you and I are going to have to figure shit out.”
“Shit?”
I sighed. “Life. Work. A place to live. Shit.”
Her head nodded against me. We finished the shower, and, together, fell into bed exhausted. From the stress of the day, the sex, the hot water. It didn’t matter the reason. I fell asleep with Ash draped all over me, and, for the first time in months, I quickly and easily fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
13
Newark Airport
Ashleigh
I’d knownit was too simple. The plan to run away, to get married. To stop Arthur and Evan from whatever their greater evil was.
I wasn’t part of those plans. I knew that much. I was simply a prop, an accessory. A beard. Something intended to cover up the stink of the two of them together, and make them look acceptable amongst polite society. That was my role.
I was their pawn. Nothing more. Which gave me hope I could be easily replaced. That if I showed myself to be a nuisance, they would swat me away and find someone else who would quietly obey, in exchange for the comfortable life Evan had promised.
Unlimited cars, jewels, clothes. Anything and everything a person could pay for.
And nothing that really mattered.
I’d let Marc into my room a few nights ago. Let him agree to such a foolish plan. Marry me. That’s what I’d asked him to do, and, by doing it, I’d condemned him to my own fate.
I knew better. I knew it was too good to be true. I’d thought maybe…
I’d thought wrong.
“Are you ready?” he asked, as he bent down to whisper into my ear. We were leaving the plane. Slowly, single file. I was in front of him.
We’d decided to extend our stay, and spent the weekend in Vegas. Never once leaving our room. Just ordering room service, making love and talking. About the past, about the future. Being with Marc had felt like breathing life back into my soul.
I had an appetite for everything suddenly. Food, drink, sex. All of it.
I didn’t know if Arthur or Evan had tried to track me down. I hadn’t brought my phone with me. Only my burner phone. I thought it didn’t matter. The deed was done. There was nothing they could do to undo what Marc and I had done.
We were married. And only a judge could make us unmarried.
Still, I could feel the pit of dread in my stomach as we got off the plane in New Jersey. The plan was simple. We were going to the estate to explain to Arthur what we’d done.
Arthur was either going to accept it or not. Marc thought he might not be as opposed to marriage as I imagined. Given his success over the past several months at the firm.
