Page 55 of Free Fall

“N-no,” she moaned out, spreading her legs wider for me, scrunching her skirt up her thighs to give me better access. It was like no time had passed. Three years were nothing. “He’s on his phone. Waiting for a taxi, I guess.”

“Do you think I can make you come all over my fingers before it arrives?” I asked, watching her face scrunch up as she clenched around me. It felt so right to be back with her, to be inside her. To be driving her to insanity again, even if it was just with my fingers. She gushed, her fluid dripping down my wrist as she held her breath. She was close, even after three years, I could tell.

Her eyes remained locked forward as I worked her clit and curled my fingers in her pussy. Her thighs shook as I spoke. “What’s he doing? Has the taxi arrived yet? If you haven’t come before it does, you won’t get to finish.”

Her muscles clenched, and her body tensed and relaxed, her legs vibrating and her mouth falling open. She screamed out, biting her fist, and she exploded, orgasming with a shiver and a slump. I stayed inside her, carrying her through her come down as she slouched, eyes falling shut, swirling my fingers through her mess as a car horn beeped nearby and she cracked an eye open.

“It’s here,” she murmured. “He’s getting in the taxi.”

“Good girl,” I told her, removing my fingers and bringing them to her lips. “Open.” Her bottom lip dropped for me, and I slipped inside her mouth, wiping her fluid along her tongue. She closed her mouth around me and sucked, moaning.

When I moved away, slumping into the passenger seat with a raging hard-on, the mood in the car shifted. Zelda sighed, wiping at her face and fixing her clothes. Then she leaned forward, thumping her head onto the steering wheel, her entire weight resting on it, her features hidden.

“What the fuck, Luca?” she asked, her voice coming out muffled.

“No one else is allowed to touch you,” I replied, not even caring how deranged that made me sound. She was mine.

She huffed a laugh, one that turned into more of a whine, then a yell. “Please get out of my car.”

“I’ll meet you at your house this evening,” I said, then climbed out, walking away without looking back. I was halfway to my rental when I heard footsteps race up behind me, followed by a hard shove between my shoulder blades.

Thirty

Zelda

Themanbarelyfuckingstumbled when I shoved him, but I was so overcome with rage I did it again. This time, he turned and caught me by the wrists.

But howdarehe? How dare he barge his way back into my life and treat me like that? I despised him for how easy he manipulated me, got me back under his thumb. I was sick with hate.

Hate for myself, for succumbing, for slipping into that submission he’d cultivated so well years ago. No adult conversation, no healthy meeting to discuss everything we needed to. No. He forced his return into my life with violence and pain. Rage burned through me at the sight of him, the manipulative asshole of a man, the one who’d given me something so sweet in Leo, who’d destroyed everything and expected me to fall to his whim?

He’d caught me off guard before, his aura in the cramped car coating every good bit of the self-preservation I’d worked so damn hard to build. He shattered the wall with a few simple words.

I struggled against his grip, throwing myself into him to throw him off balance, but it didn’t work. He just grinned, full of smug satisfaction, and refused to release me.

So I spat in his face, smiling like I’d lost my damn mind as the glob of saliva landed on his cheek and dripped down. He didn’t flinch, just raised his eyebrows as if waiting for an explanation. LikeIwas the person who’d messed up. Again.

“Don’t come to my house,” I demanded, my jaw hurting from how hard I was clenching. Didn’t even bother asking how he knew where I lived, it was obvious Cole had been feeding him information. I couldn’t even be bothered to be mad, I’d walked right into that one. Always kind of thought he might be sneaking with his dad. Though he was so good with Leo, I let it go. We never spoke about his dad. He never told me he wasn’t telling Luca everything. It was kind of like an open secret neither of us ever addressed.

Luca’s eyes narrowed and he tugged me closer, wiping his cheek on his shoulder without releasing me, then yanking me hard so my body fell flush with his. I went without complaint, looking up at him as he gazed down, ignoring how his warmth made me feel.

We were so close to each other, and that fucking fire that ran between us ignited. I forgot myself when I was in his presence. It was why I’d had to run. My head wasn’t screwed on straight when he was near me.

He let my arms go and cupped the back of my head, using his other hand to stroke my cheek. The touch was such a soft one, so tender and loving, something I’d craved from him for so long it made my heart squeeze, made bile rise up my throat. I was losing the fight, just like I always did.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured under his breath, studying my face. “Seeing you like that, for that man, it made me fucking feral.”

“I noticed.”

Luca laughed, a genuine, eye-wrinkling smile that warmed the cold pit of my heart. The section I kept locked away for him.

“Look at you,” he said, still roaming his eyes all over me. “As beautiful as always.”

That pit cracked, didn’t shatter. “Why are you here?” I asked, begging for an answer. What was he coming here to do? It wasn’t just me anymore. I couldn’t fuck up this version of life, too. And I’d never destroyed anything as much as I had with Luca by my side. It felt dangerous, having him close.

“I’ve been watching,” he told me. “Even came to the hospital after you gave birth, you were too out of it to realize.”

I shook my head, not as shocked as I should have been. Resigned. I was resigned to this with him. I just had to decide how willingly I would fall. “Why? Why do all that? Why not just make yourself known? I was here. I wasn’t waiting, because you didn’t follow. You didn’t come. But I was here.”

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