Love and war, p.52
Love and War, page 52
“Mmm,” I whine.
A soft click of the door has me reopening my eyes. He leans against the closed door, his dark eyes shadowed by his hair that curtains around them. Somewhere along the way, he took off his shirt and dons only a pair of low-slung holey blue jeans. He’s fucking hot, and I want him inside of me.
“What are you doing?” he grumbles.
I meet his gaze and then push a finger inside of myself. “Trying and failing to orgasm.”
His jaw clenches.
“You could help me,” I murmur and can’t help but taunt him, “Daddy.”
He closes his eyes and gives his head a shake, as if to drive the depraved thoughts from his head. I don’t want them to go away, though. I want to see them and dance with them and live with them and make love to them.
“Sweet girl,” he growls. His voice is low and angry. I want to unleash his fury. I want to be his victim.
“Why won’t you fuck me?”
He storms toward me, furious and violent, and I nearly come at the sight because he’s so beautiful. I part my lips to gasp with pleasure. “You’re poking a bear that’s been in hibernation for a long time.”
Arching a brow at him, I give him a challenging stare. “Maybe I need the bear to maul me.”
His eyes caress my flesh. “The bear would fucking hurt you. The bear is unstoppable. The bear is cruel.”
“It’s a good thing I’m not Goldilocks then. I’m not running from you, Hades. I’m running to you. We were meant to find each other. I can be her…Krista, Lynn, Mom. Just do it already. I’m dying for you.”
He launches himself at me, causing me to cry out in surprise. His fingers grip my wrist and jerk me away from touching myself. “Stop it,” he orders. His chest is heaving as he pins it to the bed. The way his fingers dig into me makes me fight him more. I like the bite of the pain.
“No.”
“Fucking stop,” he snarls. “I’m going to hurt you.”
His mouth is close to mine so, I lift forward and bite his lip. My mouth is forced from his when he brutally grabs my jaw. I punch his side with my free hand, which causes him to lose his grip on my face. We struggle until I have him right where I want him.
Between my legs.
“There,” I purr, my eyes meeting his enraged ones. “Much better.”
His tongue flicks out, and he licks away the blood I drew from his bottom lip. I want to lick that lip too, but he won’t release me. Both of us breathing heavily as we stare each other down.
“You’re fucking with my head, sweet girl.”
Smirking, I dig my heels into his ass. “I’d rather fuck you instead.”
His growl melts my insides.
“That night, when those motherfuckers raped you,” he murmurs, “they fucked your head up too. You think you want this, but you don’t.”
His words infuriate me and I explode. “Fuck you, Gabe!”
I squirm enough to free my hand and I claw at his face. As soon as my fingernails meet his flesh, he slams my hand back onto the bed. His breath is minty and sweet and just a hair from my lips. This time, I lean up and kiss him. I don’t bite him, but instead run my tongue over his wound. When I let out a whimper of need, his little thread he clings so desperately to snaps.
Pop.
“So wrong,” he hisses before spearing his tongue deep into my mouth. He kisses me expertly, as if he’s been practicing his entire life just for me. We’re no longer fighting against one another. Now we’re fighting to climb into each other. My fingers rip at his hair as he kisses me like I might disappear.
“I won’t disappear,” I voice my thoughts against his lips.
“Fucking damn straight you won’t.”
His mouth swallows mine again. I lose all sense of reality as the beast consumes me. I need him inside of me. I’m trying to voice this need, but his kiss is too powerful. He doesn’t stop nipping and sucking and tasting me until he lifts up briefly to undo his jeans. I don’t get any sort of warning to the fact he’s made his decision until I feel the tip of his cock against my wet pussy.
Gabe isn’t slow or sweet or gentle.
He just drives into me with one powerful thrust that has me screaming—a scream he swallows with a kiss. His cock is thick, so thick, and I feel like he’s going to split me in two. Thrust after thundering thrust, he fucks me like it’s his right to do so. I’ve never felt so wanted or loved in my entire life. It’s as if he wants to live inside me.
I want him to live there too.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to murmur when he lets me gasp for air.
“I’ll never fucking stop,” he snarls.
His fingers slip between us, and he massages my swollen clit. The sensations are too much. I try to clench my legs together, but this beast between my thighs makes it impossible.
“I want you soaking my cock, sweet girl. Make that pretty pussy juice all over me. I want it all. Fucking give it to me,” he orders with a growl.
The sensations mixed with his words drive me wild. But I need more…
“I want you to look at me when I come,” I tell him bluntly. “Look. At. Me.”
His eyes turn nearly black, but he heeds my request. I stare into his dark, vicious eyes and I see me. I see my own monster staring back at me. Oh, what a beautiful monster she is too.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he huffs, “and mine.”
I let out a choked sound of pleasure as an orgasm takes hold of me with force. My body jolts and quivers as I climax hard. His grunting only lasts another moment before scorching heat fills me. Every inch of my insides are coated by the beast on top of me. He slows his bucking into me until the twitching of his cock subsides. Then, he buries his nose into my hair at the base of my neck.
“I have no moral compass, Hannah.”
I laugh. I’m sure his words were meant in warning, but they only comfort me. “Neither do I.”
“What the fuck?” he grumbles. “That was so fucked up, but I loved every second of it. I’m waiting for my dick to wake back up so I can fuck you again. I want inside every single one of your holes. Those motherfuckers may have taken your virginity, but I’m going to take your ass one day. Every tight inch.”
Shivering, I scratch my fingernails down his spine. “Run away with me. Let’s leave this town.”
He lifts up and indecision paints his features. “I have Brie to think about too, sweet girl.”
His words irritate me. He has me to think about. I try to push him away from me, but he’s like a brick house. After several unsuccessful attempts, he chuckles.
“Are you pouting?”
Not meeting his eyes, I shake my head. “No.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“Look me in the eye.”
My gaze snaps to his, and I hope he sees the jealousy and anger in them. “I didn’t think about my family when I ran to you.”
Guilt morphs his features and he peppers kisses all over my face. “No, you didn’t. You’re reckless and irresponsible and uncaring of others.”
I glare at him. “Okay, Mom.”
His gaze darkens. “I’m your fath—”
“Yeah, about that,” I interrupt. “You’re not.”
He doesn’t blink. Just stares at me. I watch with amusement as his jaw clenches several times. “Impossible.”
“Possible.”
“But I know—”
“Well, you’re wrong. I have the rarest blood type. So does my father,” I whisper, “Warren.”
He flinches at the name. Instead of arguing, he pulls out of me and climbs off the bed. He pulls up his jeans over his hips and points at me. “Get dressed. Now.”
Frowning, I shake my head. “No.”
“Don’t test me, sweet girl.”
With tears springing in my eyes, I climb off after him. When I’m near him, I throw my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to taunt you. Please don’t make me leave. I love you.” A choked sob escapes me. “We can pretend. I can be her. Please let me be her.”
His fingers tangle in my hair and he jerks my head back to the point of pain. I let out a whine when his mouth sucks on the flesh just to the left of my throat. “When I said you were mine, I wasn’t fucking joking. You think I’m going to let you go? Now? Fuck that. We’re leaving. Tonight.”
I sag in his arms, relief washing over me. His mouth is all over my neck marking me as his. With each nip and suck, I grow hungrier for him. I need him inside of me again.
“Will she try and stop you?” I question.
His chuckle is downright evil and sinister. Straight from the depths of hell. I love how it warms me from the inside out. “She can fucking try.”
Smiling, I slide my fingers into his hair and grip him.
“Grab a quick shower, sweet girl,” he says and slaps my ass. “I need to go deal with Alejandra.”
* * *
“How was your shower?” he asks as he hauls a suitcase to the front door.
“Would have been better with you.”
He smirks at me. “Tomorrow I’ll bathe you.”
With that promise, he walks out the front door to load the vehicle. While he’s preoccupied, I tiptoe up the stairs to see how he “dealt” with Alejandra. I wonder if he dealt with her by using a baseball bat to her beautiful face. Would her blood color the walls? Grinning wickedly, I peek my head into the bedroom doors until I find the master bedroom.
Inside, I’m sickened by what I see.
Fucking sickened.
Alejandra’s wild eyes meet mine, and she whimpers through the gag in her mouth. She’s been tied to each poster of the bed. But she’s alive. Unharmed.
Eyeing the knife he used to cut the rope, sitting on the nightstand, I walk over to it. She implores me with her eyes to use it to free her. To cut her loose so she can stop Hades from dragging Persephone into his hell.
I don’t think so.
Persephone wants to be dragged into the dark underworld where she belongs. With her love, her life, her Hades.
Alejandra is a complication. A complication we don’t need.
“He’s mine now,” I tell her as I sit beside her on the bed. “I hope you enjoyed him while you had him.”
She glares at me but can’t speak through her gag.
I hold up the knife. Sharp. Serrated. Long. Wide. A knife like this could really hurt someone. It would make such a mess.
Dragging the tip between her breasts, I watch with glee as the knife tears through the fabric easily. I wonder if it tears through flesh, muscle, and bone all the same. Her muffled screams are beautiful. A symphony of sadness, anger, and jealousy. I love her screams because they’re a means to an end.
I want Gabe to tie me up and make me scream too.
But my screams will only be the beginning.
“Did he tell you he was my Daddy?” I taunt.
Her eyes widen and she nods.
Leaning in toward her, I grin. “Did he tell you he fucked me earlier? Made me come all over his cock? That we’re going to run away together so we can fuck all of the time?”
Tears well in her eyes and she shakes her head in denial.
“True story,” I tell her. “He’s been waiting for me all this time. And now I’m here. Ready for him. He’s all mine now.”
Our eyes are glued to each other when I drag the tip of the knife up her chest to her throat. She starts to cry when I find the giant artery that pulsates in her neck.
“What happens if I poke a hole here?” I question. “Does the good doctor bleed out?”
Not waiting for her response, I push the tip of the knife into her flesh above the pulsating vein. She garbles words through her gag. The small hole I poked gushes for such a small hole. Crimson leaks out around the tip of the knife soaking her pillow behind her.
I’d always heard when you slice the carotid artery, it sprays everywhere.
They never educated us on what happens when you poke it.
But what about when you twist your knife into the thick vein? Do I get a bloody spray then? Will it be as climactic as I’d hoped?
The knife twists slowly in my grip. Her flesh tears against the blade. A bigger gush seeps out, but still no spray. The movies were all wrong. I’m severely underwhelmed.
Releasing the knife, I slide off the bed and stand.
“I’ll take good care of him,” I promise. And I’ll never break that promise.
With that, I hurry down the stairs toward my future.
My love.
My life.
Mine.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gabe
After six hours in the car, we finally pull off the old highway down a dirt road situated between two mountains just outside of Tucson. Hannah is asleep, and the sun is just barely coming up over the desert horizon. A few years ago, I took some of the money I had stockpiled away from when War bought Baylee and purchased this private land. It was always my hope to whisk Hannah away one day. To convince her to stay with me.
What I didn’t anticipate was her revealing that I’m not her father.
At first it made my heart fucking bleed, but the animalistic craving for her just wouldn’t go away. I’d needed her in some primitive way since the moment I scooped her bloody body from that rapist’s bed. It grew and morphed into something I refused to unleash. I love her and crossing a line like that could have been detrimental. Turns out, I worried for nothing.
I can now have her any fucking way I want her.
The drive down the narrow road takes another thirty minutes until I arrive at the stucco home I’d had built for this moment. It’s not a large house. Just a couple of bedrooms. But it’s new and has all of the amenities we could ever need. I’d even had the builders put in a pool. This will be our paradise. Our home. Our forever.
And now I don’t just get to take care of her, I get to fuck her too.
Talk about happily fucking ever after.
My mind drifts to Alejandra. I’d meant to end her life. It’s what I should have done. But then I thought of Brie. My sweet little Brie. She’ll need her mother. One day I’ll come back for her, but not until the aftermath our departure will bring dies down. Brie doesn’t need to leave her school or friends. Alejandra will be a good mother to her until I come back.
I park inside of the garage and look over at Hannah. She stirs, rubbing her palms in her eyes. Her blonde hair is messy, but she’s still perfect.
“We’re here,” I tell her.
We climb out, and I take her hand before we enter. A cleaning lady comes once a week to keep the place free of vermin and dust. On the way here, I’d given her a call to ask her to bring a few things to the house. I’m pleased to see a bowl of fruit on the island as we enter the kitchen. I know the refrigerator and cabinets will be stocked with food, too.
“Cute place,” Hannah praises as she prances through the house touching everything in sight. I follow after her, watching her tight ass jiggle every time she moves.
“The best part is outside.”
She pulls open the sliding glass door and squeals when she sees the sparkling pool. “Let’s swim!”
I chuckle and hook my arm around her waist before she dives in fully clothed. “It’s six in the morning. Let’s rest and we’ll swim when the sun’s out.”
She pouts but relaxes against my chest. “What will we do until then?”
“Sleep,” I propose.
Not giving her a chance to argue, I clutch her hand and guide her through the house toward the bedroom we’ll be sharing. I’d had the other room set up for her, but now I don’t want her anywhere but in my bed.
“Take off your clothes and get in the bed,” I order, pulling off my own shirt.
Her eyes darken and a smile plays at her lips. “Do you like tying girls up?”
My cock twitches at her words. Visions of my sweet girl bound and at my mercy twist my mind up. Dirty, dark thoughts have my body dying to do so many things to her.
“Yes.” My voice is husky and dry.
“Are they bad girls?”
“Sometimes.”
“What do you do to them?”
I smirk. “Whatever the fuck I want.”
“Would you do that to me?” A golden eyebrow arches up in challenge.
I’m not sure what she wants from me. “Only if you ran from me. There’s no getting away now, sweet girl.”
Fear doesn’t flicker in her eyes. Desire does.
She edges over, taking a few steps in my direction. “So if I ran from you, you’d drag me back and tie me up? What would you do then?”
A low growl rumbles in my throat. “I’d whip your ass for leaving me.” I unbutton the top of my jeans and kick my shoes off.
She looks down at her tennis shoes and sends me another challenging stare. “Then what?”
“I’d fuck you until you begged me to stop.”
“What if I didn’t want you to stop?”
“Trust me, you can’t handle what I would do.”
She closes the distance between us and licks her lips in a seductive way that has me fisting my hands at my sides to keep from mauling her. “I bet I could. I bet I’d want it.”
“I don’t think so.”
Both of her palms run along my pectoral muscles. “I’m not Krista or Lynn or Mom. I’m better,” she snips out. “You’ll see.”
I’m about to argue back when she shoves me as hard as she can. I lose my footing and fall on my ass. It’s then that I see a flash of blonde as she bolts from the room. That bad, bad girl.
Clambering to my feet, I don’t hesitate as I chase after her. The backdoor slams as she runs from me—fucking runs—fully knowing the consequences of such an act. Her blonde hair flies out behind her like she’s some kind of flying fairy.
I’m going to catch her.
I’m going to hurt her.
The Arizona dirt under my feet stings as I tear after her, but I ignore the bite of the tiny pebbles against my soft flesh. All that matters is catching that girl so I can fuck her.
“Getting slow in your old age?” she taunts over her shoulder.
Letting out a growl, I power after her. She may have played softball, but I work my ass off at the gym. Her legs are no match for mine. Soon, I’m close to her. I reach out, but she zigs hard to the left and then zags quickly to the right. I’m momentarily stunned but catch back up. This time, when she’s close, I tackle her. She cries out when her knees hit the dirt.
