Page 5 of Her Reckoning
When the space is finally empty, we stand up, take the bag to the bedroom, and rest it on the floor. She turns to me and fans her hand around the fluffy room that screams young girl.
“Can you tell that this room was never about me, from the pink tones to the rose gold accents? My stepfather would have his ‘interior designer’ make all of the decisions and I was supposed to just be happy to live here,” she tells me, emphasizing her tone on “interior designer,” but I can see the pain in her eyes. I reach out to her and pull her into my arms to comfort her. I can feel her head tilt in the direction of my face and I meet her eyes.
“What can I do?” I ask.
“Make me forget,” she answers, our lips finding each other, the kiss deepening as her hands work their way into my hair. Her firm tug at the roots rips a feral growl from my throat. Her other hand finds my back and her nails dig in as we war passionately through our kisses. I pull away to breathe and clasp her chin in my hand, seeing the fear of rejection in her eyes.
“I need you to tell me what you want. You make all the decisions when it comes to your body. If you ever want me to stop, say ‘milk’ and everything ends without question,” I instruct her, searching her eyes until I see the understanding that I want. She grabs my hand and I let her have full control, it’s what she needs, as she shoves my hand inside her leggings and panties.
“Fuck me, claim me as yours, and replace all of the bad in this room,” she tells me with fire in her eyes. There isn’t a fiber of my being that can deny her what she wants. Moving my fingers, I find her clit as I pull our lips back together. She moans into my mouth as I rub tantalizing circles, increasing her pleasure. If she wants to forget, I will blow her mind in this room until her brain can barely recall her name, let alone the dark memories. Moving two fingers farther down her pants, I insert them inside of her and move my kisses down her jaw before biting the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, as she rides my hand, finding her first orgasm of the night. As she tightens on my fingers during the aftershocks, I use my other hand to pull her shirt over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, and my breath catches in my chest at all the exposed skin and her beautiful full breasts. Her nipples are hard and I look up to meet her gaze before I pull my fingers to my lips and lick them clean as she removes her pants. Once my fingers are clean, I pull my shirt over my head and follow her to the bed.
Not wanting to waste a minute, I shuck my pants and boxers at the foot of the bed and crawl over her. Kissing my way from her knee to her glistening pussy, I proceed to circle her clit until her legs are clasping me back and shaking in response to each slow stroke until I finally tip her over the edge into oblivion again.
“Now that you have cum twice for me Kitten, I am going to fuck you until I cum so hard that I implant myself in your DNA,” I instruct her as I climb onto my knees between her thighs. She looks at me and nods, her legs still shaking as I line myself up with her entrance. In one quick thrust, I push myself into her all the way to the hilt and she takes an audible breath to adjust to my size. In response, she rocks her hips backward before re-seating herself fully and moaning. We find a pace that has her gripping the bed’s sheets as I thrust into her consistently.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. Fall apart on my cock,” I invigorate my tone with as much power as I can. Her eyes light up as she moves her hand to her clit, intensifying the experience for herself. With the added pleasure, her walls begin to clench and flutter as she falls over the edge, taking me with her.
6
Chapter 6
Kat
“Fires started together are a perfect relationship starter.”
We lay there, catching our breaths surrounded by the bubblegum pink sheets of my childhood bed having created the best memory I have ever had in these walls. He finally stands and walks to the en suite bathroom. I listen to his footsteps on the tile before the sink runs and then he walks back toward me. Upon him entering the room, I see the wet hand towel in one hand and a smirk on his handsome face.
“Open your legs so I can take care of the mess we made. Then we can do whatever you want,” he speaks softly as he approaches me. I slowly shift from my side to my back to give him easier access. Before him, no one ever bothered to help clean me up. When he finishes wiping up our mess he climbs back into the bed with me.
“The housekeeper is still employed. Her family has worked for the Wilsons for generations and I couldn’t find it in my heart to disrupt her life. She keeps it clean and changes all of the linens on a schedule, so I can stay here if I want. My stepfather was the last of his line, so it all falls to me…. but I am sure that you knew that from your background check.” I laugh, just wanting to fill the silence of this house. He pulls me to his chest and runs his fingers through my hair.
“I know some of it, the actual estate documents are not stored digitally in a way I can access it without flagging the system. There are still a few things I was working on in the background.” He responds with kindness in his voice, letting me relax into him and talk because no one else has been there for me.
“I have access to the house to use now but nothing gets put into my name until I turn thirty. The trustee will buy me anything that I need, but something about the lawyer makes me uneasy, so the more self-sufficient I am, the better.” I finish telling him what no one else knows and look up at him. We sit in the quiet of this house just enjoying each other’s company as the time passes when he breaks the silence again.
“Why did you go into law? Your resume and cover letter don’t give light to your honest motivations,” he asks me, curiosity brimming in his voice. I start to sit up to locate my clothes and he does the same. This is a story that I knew I would have to tell him after our first kiss, but it is not the most pleasant one. We start to get dressed slowly as I prepare to tell my story.
“My best friend was kidnapped and trafficked when we were fifteen. They found her body in a sketchy Vegas neighborhood. The people who took her changed her hair color, made her wear contacts, and pumped drugs into her system to make her compliant. I was finally told that they had matched her DNA and had one person in custody in connection to her death. Theprosecution didn’t have enough help in their office and those who are to blame slid through the cracks in the justice system. I cannot fix something broken from outside commentary but I can make a difference every day by being the best and taking out those who get away with it,” I spout, the frustration in my voice evident. We finish getting dressed and he pulls me against him and holds me tight.
“Do you want to spend the weekend with me? I don’t have any other plans and I want to get to know you more than behind a screen or screaming my name,” Zo asks and I kiss him in response. He grabs the tote with the electronics in it and we walk hand-in-hand to the front door.
“Fine, but I cannot have those hard drives anywhere near my apartment,” I respond as we walk to the front door. My stomach growls and I let out a laugh in response. Zo shakes his head as he places the tote in the trunk and we both get in the car. We start the drive through town when a ringtone plays over the speakers in the car momentarily before he accepts the call.
“Less, I am here with Kat. What’s up?” He answers the call and holds my hand for reassurance. The gentle squeeze in the silence makes my heart feel warm and fuzzy.
“Hello, Kat. My name is Alessandro, but everyone calls me Less. You can refer to me however you are most comfortable,” he takes a moment to greet me personally and I freeze.
“Um… Hi Less, I assume you know a lot more about me than I do you,” I comment, trying to find my footing. Zo lets out a light chuckle at the exchange, his hand never leaving mine.
“I do. I am ready at the farm for the delivery and I have your order from the restaurant as requested. Do I get to meet the killer lady or are you keeping her all to yourself?” Less asks Zo, with a soft chuckle and he shakes his head in response.
“Just like everything else in this life, it is up to her if she wants to meet you. You have seen all of her crime scenes andhelped arrange for the clean-up of her darker side. We are on our way.” He jokes with Less and I relax in my seat as he ends the call.
“Is there a story behind the farm?” I ask him to fill the conversation while we travel through town.
“Yes. The farm used to belong to a woman named Andrea who wanted to mean something in this city. She covered the ugly parts of her sins behind makeup and held no personal accountability until she came to us. The loan that she took was to upgrade the farm and help propel her to be a pillar in the community, but she was dishonest about her ability to keep the payment and broke the contract rules. Every person who does business with us agrees not to harm children. They agree to forfeit all property and their lives if they break that rule and try to lie to us about it.” He pauses, letting the information sink in.
