Page 54 of Claymore
My eyelids fluttered open, and I pressed my forehead up against his, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. He leaned in, kissing me, and I could taste myself on his tongue. I buried my head in his neck, smelling the musk on his skin, the sweetness in sweat. His groans were husky, his heart beating so fast I could feel it against the surface of his chest.
His hand caressed my cheek as he kissed me, tucking my curls behind my ears so he could take in just how flushed I really was. My legs were practically fluid, shaking undeniably, but I still wanted more. His thrusts slowed long enough for me to hop off, turning around so he could bend me over the row in front of us. My supple breasts pressed against the red fabric of the movie theatre chair while Claymore pulled my ass to him, slipping his dick back inside.
The soreness had finally set in. My pussy was so swollen and tender I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, but it didn’t change how badly I needed it. Part of me wished I could stay here for a lifetime, forever relishing in how good this felt, how goodhefelt. He pumped and thrusted his dick with everything he had, the grunts that followed rang high in the air, but it couldn’t drown out my moans. I screamed as he fucked me, screamed as the electric sensation rippled through me like a storm to a power line.
It was everything I could have imagined. It was a night that was entirely ours to get lost in, to forget the pain and suffering that came with our everyday lives. Claymore gripped my ass, reaching around to toy with my clit while I cried out, feeling the second orgasm erupt through me, lingering longer than I expected it would.
“That’s it, baby. You like that, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I whimpered.
He rammed me hard again, his dick sliding in and out, the tip getting caught on my opening. I covered my own mouth to shut myself up, but he grabbed my arm, putting it behind my back while he fucked me.
“Let me hear it. Let it out.”
I cried out with everything I had, I let the satisfaction consume me, the feeling so perfect, so delicate, it left an extraordinary ache behind. I ached for him, I longed for him, even with us so close together. Something about the way he took care of me, of how he always managed to surprise me, made me feel alive.
He drove his dick deep, hard, fast until I had no voice left in me. The pleasure had taken a complete hold of me. I heard him grunt, his muscles so tense they felt like they were about to snap, and within seconds, he pulled out.
His warm load coated my back, and I had a second to catch my breath while he cleaned me up. I smiled, my cheeks hot and I was pretty sure my entire body had been blushing. I settled back into the chair, slipping on my clothes and Claymore helped me before he tended to himself.
“Ah, I’m sorry we missed the movie,” he teased.
“I’m not. Not at all.”
***
I tousled my wet curly hair, wringing it out in a towel while I gazed out of the clubhouse guest bedroom window. It was so dark I could barely make out anything apart from the few bikes out front. The clanking and whirring that had been going on for hours finally stopped. Everything around me had been silent for a moment before the voices erupted downstairs.
My mind wandered off to the collection of terrifying memories I’d gathered ever since Ray decided to make my life miserable. Louise, Derek, Crystal’s—nearly everything I’d ever loved had been torn from me, all because my brother sought out power. I thought about that woman Claymore and I had seen at the bar. She oozed power and authority in a way I’d never seen before. She commanded a room and was able to blend in all at the same time. Part of me felt envious of her, watching as she took charge of her life, like even though she could’ve been surrounded by enemies, she wasn’t the slightest bit afraid.I see what Ray must want with her. Either she’s just another pawn to help him climb to the top or he actually wants to reign alongside her.
I remembered how good I’d felt when I stopped hearing from Ray for a while. I finally believed that he’d forgotten about me, that he wouldn’t come knocking at my door begging for the means to fix his life. He’d drained me of my money, he’d pleaded with me for second chances, even after everything he’d done to hurt me.I held on because you and I were family, but now you need to pay for what you’ve done.
The voices grew louder, the sound bellowing up the stairs as the arguments ensued. I inched closer to the door, opening up to hear what the Rebels had been saying. My stomach was in knots thinking that it had to be about me, that no matter how much Claymore fought for me, most of the Rebels would much rather see me gone.
“The only reason we tracked Ella down in the first place was so she could help us find Ray. What has she done about that? Nothing,” said Tank.
I wandered off down the hallway to the top of the stairs to listen in on their meeting.
“Her entire life has been turned upside down. How is she supposed to help when her fucking brother keeps ripping everything to shreds?”
“You see why I’m hesitant in believing she’s not aiding him? Ever since she’s gotten here all we’ve had is more trouble. Maybe it was wrong of us to trust her,” Tank asserted.
My blood began to boil as I stomped down the stairs, folding my arms across my chest, and they all quieted down quite quickly.
“Ella, what are you doing—”
“Claymore. I need to say this.”
He nodded, backing away to give me some room. I approached Tank, and he stared at me with his lips pressed together, his eyes narrowed like he wanted to storm off.
“I know what you think of me. I know that you feel like you can’t possibly trust me because I share blood with the very man that has dragged you through the mud for years. What you fail to realize is that he’s done the same thing to me. He has taken everything from me, shown up on my doorstep begging for second chances just so he could bleed me dry.”
Tank’s eyes softened for a moment, his ears peeking up like he was hanging onto every word I had to say.
“When I first met Claymore, Ronnie, and Ripper, I didn’t know them. I wanted nothing to do with them because I imagined they were trouble just like my brother. When I heard what he’d done, I knew I had to at least try to help. I never imagined it’d get this bad. Ripper told me about what happened to Ronnie, and while she and I never really talked, I know this isn’t the first time you’ve all been in this situation.”
“Ella, I’m sorry. I know this has been hard—”
