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“Ava, honestly, you don’t need to do this.” He speaks more forcefully this time.
“I won’t tell you why I did what I did. I can’t tell you that. I had to steal from you that day,” I gasped. “My life depended on it,” I whisper. “I want you to know that I never touched a penny of your money and everything I have done in my life. That was my one regret.” I look into his eyes and they soften. I didn’t deserve his softness, I didn’t deserve his forgiveness. A lump forms in my throat and I can feel the sting of the salty tears drip down my face.
“Why didn’t you tell me.” I shake my head. “Fuck. Ava, why didn’t you fucking say something. Anything.” He speaks. I feel him cover his large hand across mine and I feel his warmth hit my body, but I don’t deserve his warmth. I don’t deserve any of it.
Pulling my hand away from his, I see uncertainty in his eyes. Pulling the chair back, I stand. “Now, you know. There is no reason for you to keep me here. You can let me go now, Chase. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I hope you can find peace now.” I turn and walk away from him.
“Ava,” I hear him scream. Stopping at the door, I don’t turn, but I stop. “Ava, come back.” I shake my head and walk through the door into the hallway. Standing there, I look at the door and it no longer feels like freedom because where would I go now? It was just a way out to be the girl I had always been.
Lost.
I feel his hand on my back. He doesn’t grip me or try to pull me towards his body. There is nothing forceful about the way he touches me. There is only a gentle touch full of kindness. Kindness that I don’t deserve. “You have your closure now, Chase. You can let me go.” I whisper.
Spinning my body around, he pulls my body against his chest. “I can’t do that. I can’t let you go.” He rasps. His fingers slide through my hair, caressing my head. “It was never about the truth. It was always about you, little beast. I can’t let you go.” His lips press against my head. “I can’t ever let you go.” He whispers.
The warmth I had denied myself swirls around my head. His words fall across my body and I realise it wasn’t revenge he wanted. I had given him everything I thought he needed, but it seemed the only thing Chase Knight wanted…
Was me?
18
BREAKFASTMANNERS
CHASE
Ava had been staying with us for three months and for three months I hadn’t touched her. Seeing her every day was torture, remembering how she tasted, how she felt. Shit. Even how she smelt. Having her in my house was fucking torture, but I promised myself I wouldn’t touch her, not now.
As I make my way to the kitchen, the aroma of coffee and eggs fills the air. It smells delicious, not the usual smells that come from the kitchen. The scent wafts across my senses and my feet walk towards the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. As soon as I step into the kitchen, I’m confused. Gage is standing there, but as my eyes trail across the area, I don’t see Gage. All I see is fucking legs. A groan squeezes from my throat.
Shit. There she stands, in my shirt. Fuck, she’s wearing my fucking shirt, swaying her hips as she makes eggs at the cooker. The white shirt curves just covering her delectable ass, and her gorgeous legs sway with her body. There isn’t even any music playing. What was she dancing to? My legs move towards her body, enticing me to get closer even though I know I need to move as far away from her as I can. Especially now, with her dressed like that. In my fucking shirt. Shit. Did she know what she was doing to me right now?
My steps quicken but are quiet. I hear her turn the hob on the cooker off and allow her to spoon her eggs onto the plate. My hands move up her smooth, toned legs and I detect her gasp. “You’re wearing my shirt, little beast.” I breathe into her neck. My body presses against hers and my hand snakes up her neck, pulling her head against my chest.
“I’m sorry,” I hear her utter. “I will take it off.” A small smile curls across my lips. My hand moves down the buttons, undoing each one and spinning her body around to face me so that I can see how delicious she looks in the morning with my shirt hanging from her body. Lifting her slight frame in my embrace, her arms encircle my neck as I place her on the kitchen counter. With her legs spread wide and her toes gripping the counter’s edge, I hear a gasp escape from her body.
Kneeling before her, I gaze at her glistening pussy, allowing my eyes to wander across every little drip of the juice on her pretty pink pussy. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” Her face turns a pretty shade of pink and she looks away from me. “Oh no, pretty girl, you look at me when I make you cum.” Her eyes are still facing the opposite wall and I’m just so desperate for those enchanting eyes to look into mine, begging me to touch her. I need to see the desperation in her eyes. My fingers grip her chin, pulling her head down to meet my eyes. “Now, look at me while I fuck you.” I growl.
“Chase, I don’t think—.” My fingers dip into her pussy, and she feels so fucking good clenching around my fingers. “Oh god,” she cries out. “I—I don’t think we—fuck, why are you so; fucking—oh, please don’t stop.” She screams. “Please don’t stop.”
“Come here, baby.” I gasp, pushing her body closer. “Look how you open up for me.” My hands grip her thighs to keep her legs wide for me. My tongue glides up open pussy lips. Her legs shudder in response. “It’s okay baby, you can cum as many times as you need to today.” My lips clamp down hard against her pussy while my tongue massages her pussy. The screams fall from her body as my tongue laps up every bit of her pretty little pussy. “So, fucking delicious.” I gasped, bringing my head up, “But this isn’t working.” Confusion passed over her face. “This—just—isn’t; working; for—me.” I pant. While gripping her around the waist and walking with her in my arms to the dining room.
Positioning her on the table with a smirk on my face. “Chase, what are you doing now?” I ignore her and lay her flat while spreading her legs. “What if someone comes in?” Her lips tremble as she looks up at me with worry.
“Don’t worry, baby, I don’t fucking share.” Grabbing the black rope, I tie her legs down and marvel at how pretty she looks spread wide for me. “You are fucking mine and nobody else will touch you—.” I bind her arms above her head. “Ever again?” I whisper in her ear. Lighting candies and displaying them round her body so she’s basked in a pretty glow of light.
As I strip my clothes, I notice her eyes widen. Witnessing her in this state filled me with excitement, but the intensity in her gaze unleashed my primal instincts. Creeping beneath her legs, her eyes stay fixed on me as I climb up her form. The sensation of her skin grazing mine triggers a surge of excitement on my skin. My thumb slides across her plump pink lips. “Open wide baby,” her mouth opens. “Good girl,” Her tongue slides out, licking the cock that I’ve offered her and fuck me. She feels so good. Shivers climb up and down my spine. “Do you want it, baby?” She nods, sliding her lips across my tip and sucking me into her delectable hot mouth. I experience the scorching sensation of her tongue as she glides along with me and vocalizes her pleasure. “Do you think you deserve it?” I gasp. She nods again, my finger thumbs across her cheek as I slide myself out of her mouth. “That’s a shame, baby, I don’t.” I whisper in her hair.
Grasping my cock above her face, her mouth opened in desperation. “I gave you a taste, baby. You don’t deserve more than that.” She frowns with desperation as I slide my hands up and down my cock, feeling my cock jerk with every intense look that passes across her face. “Oh baby, how desperately do you want to feel my cock sliding down your throat right now.” She doesn’t speak. The only noise that reaches my ears from her mouth is the desperate little whimpers that escape.
Faster and faster I run my hands across my cock, seeing the desperation in her eyes brings me closer to the edge. “Oh god, baby, it feels so fucking good.” I moan, pushing myself closer and closer to her face. Her tongue slides and a smile curls on my lips. “Oh no, baby, you do not get to taste me until I allow you to.”
“Fuck, Chase, please.” She begs. Her eyes widened with every gasp and moan that fell from my lips. “Please let me taste you.” She cries out with desperation and I almost fold, her little cries of desperation almost have me shoving my cock down her pretty little throat.
“Fuck. Almost—there, fuck, Ava.” I cry out as I feel my cock pulse and jerk in my palm. The sharp release of desire shoots out of my body, thick strand after strand of cum slides across her face and instead of the look of disgust I expect to see displayed across her face, moans fall from her lips once my cum hits her skin. Seeing the glistening drops of my desire cover her face as it slides down onto her lips. Her tongue slides out, and she tastes my desire across her lips. “I guess you got to taste me anyway, baby.” I smile. Running my hands across her face, I smear my cum all over her. She looks so pretty dripping in my cum.
Retracing my path down her body, my hands traveled across her smooth, supple skin. “This might sting a little, baby.” I smile. As I lean across and grab a candle, the hot wax pools around the flame, anticipating the beautiful screams that will escape her lips. I tease the candle across her skin, seeing the fear spark in her pretty blue eyes. She shakes her head, and I detect her body tremble beneath mine. “Don’t worry, Ava, I would do nothing to hurt—well, not intentionally.” I give her a wicked grin.
She shakes her head. “No, Chase, please don’t.” She begs. With the candle above her breasts, I smile as I tilt it, observing the small drops of wax falling onto her skin. “Fuck.” She cries out. “Chase, shit, no.” She begs. Once more, I watch as the red wax falls onto her skin, creating swirls of redness. “Oh my god,” she gasps. Her eyes widen and I’m surprised at the next words that fall from her lips, “more, fuck, more.” She moans. I watch the drips of hot wax hit her skin. Each time the wax splashes against her skin, the moans rip from her throat. Sliding further down until the candle is tipping above her glistening wet pussy. My tongue slides out across my lips. God, she looked fucking perfect. The way her body moves with the dripping wax is beautiful.
