Page 57 of Ruthless Son

“You weren’t the one to tie me up, Rex,” I whispered into the space between us. His head lowered until his forehead dropped to mine, the bruises around his face were stark against his skin. “And, I was the one who did this to you.” I traced my finger around the soft skin by his temple, being careful not to touch the injured area.

Our breath merged into one, our apologies were obvious in the regret we shared. We hurt each other, and now we had to live with the outcome and figure out if there was something worth saving.

“Would you wait,” I took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in my throat, “for me?”

His groan broke through the tension before his lips slammed down on mine, taking me off guard with the punishing kiss. His mouth was demanding as he took control, his tongue sliding in with no apology. His hands fisted my shirt at my waist, his fingers digging in and pulling me against him, my body pliant under his commanding touch. Joining in the fight, I met his tongue with mine, our tongues dueling for dominance in the clubhouse kitchen.

My groan joined his, and with each swipe of his tongue my body gave in, melting into him until he was the only thing holding me up.

His grip tightening was my only warning, he twisted me to face the door, my hands instinctively palming the wood so I didn’t slam against it. “That’s it, hold on, princess.” His hot breath panted in my ear as he tore my pants down my legs. The material circled my knees, restricting my movements. I couldn’t spread my legs. I was trapped between the door and a ravenous biker. I tilted my head as he sucked at the neck of my skin, leaving marks that remind me of him every day, until they faded and there would be just a memory of his lips on my skin.

Blazing threads of heat sparked in my core and spread out along each limb, my knees shook with each nip of his teeth, and a groan was forced from my lips as his hand delved between the gap between my thighs, finding the wetness and spreading it upwards to my clit, where he circled the tight nub.

“You’re so wet already, princess.” His dirty growl overshadowed the clang of his belt buckle, his unsteady hand knocking against my backside as he rushed to release himself. I watched him over my shoulder, the glorious mane of hair tucked behind his ears and framing his face, a sight I would keep close to my heart for however long we were apart.

Dragging his hands through my pussy one last time, he slapped against my clit, the strike on my skin had me arching toward him, my head dropping back against his shoulder, my body contorting to try and feel him everywhere.

Rex’s unspoken words were heavy between us. He gripped the back of my neck, as the other fisted his cock, holding me still as he pushed himself inside me. The thick head of him breaching me, filling me up completely. His heavy breath came quicker and joined my gasps of pleasure, his thrusts jolting me forward. “Fuck, fuck.” His arms banded around me, holding me tightly in his grasp as he fucked me harder. I was trapped, confined and held firm… and I’d never felt so safe. “Being inside you raw is heaven, princess.” Moisture gathered between my thighs, the wetness easing his entry, his pained groan was muffled as he buried his face in my neck, enfolding me in his embrace. He was around me and inside me, he was everywhere and I relished in the closeness. But I wasn’t deluded… this wasn’t like the sex that we normally had. It wasn’t passionate or loving.

It was lust-filled and angry, furious and blazing with regret.

It was a goodbye fuck, and Rex was giving me a souvenir.

With a series of hard thrusts, the tip of his cock rubbed against that sweet spot inside me. Pushing back into him, I came around him, a wave of heat rushing over me, and I cried out, turning my head into my arm to muffle the sounds of my ecstasy.

I could feel Rex release inside me, his body slackening against my back. With a hiss, he pulled out, his essence leaking out of me and coating my thighs, something else to mark me with.

My hands still pressed against the wood, the only thing holding me up and supporting me from melting into a puddle on the floor, I just needed the time to get my breath back before I righted myself. But I stood there in a state of undress, Rex’s cum on me and in me, something I hadn’t experienced before. He pulled my pants up, fixing them around my waist, but as I tried to turn, he pushed me back, keeping me facing the door. “Wait, or I won’t say this.”

He stood behind me, righting his own clothes, I pictured him doing up his belt, the same way I’d seen him do it every morning these past weeks when he got dressed and left me in bed, as he got ready for his day. I’d been fascinated by the man’s body… and him. I still was, but there was so much in the way that I couldn’t find a way to get back to that state of ignorance and bliss.

“I’ll wait for you, for as long as you need me. And you’ll always have a place here.” His voice rumbled behind me. “But don’t make me wait too long, princess, because I’m only human, and you don’t want me getting on that plane to chase you down. Because if I do, I’ll drag you back here, and you’ll never leave again.” Shivers chased down my spine at his promise and my mouth dropped open at the very real threat that I would see him again… I just wasn’t sure when.

With a kiss against my temple, he stepped back. ”Your passport is in the lockbox under my bed, the code is 4463.” Before I could turn around, he’d stormed out the back door, the cold blast of air cooling my heated skin and taking all evidence of Rex with it.

Mia

The departure lounge was empty, save for a small family on their way home on the same flight. Hopefully we weren’t in the same vicinity because I couldn’t take hearing a baby scream on the plane for all of those hours.

Millie sat on the hard plastic chair, stabbing furiously away on her phone. She had been quiet since we left the clubhouse this morning, determined to go home but she still looked around at the crowd who came by to wish us farewell for a familiar face.

I couldn’t blame her when I did the same.

Rex left yesterday after our interlude and never came back. I’d lain awake in a cold bed, hoping he’d return so I could see him one last time… but he never did.

I’d finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours, my alarm blaring too soon. Rex hadn’t been back at all and wandering around the compound showed his bike still missing.

Sly had offered a tight smile in apology, telling me he’d see me soon and not to worry about Rex. But he never even showed up to say goodbye, his only parting message was the code to the lockbox and wet underwear.

This morning had come too swiftly, my bags packed and Link waiting outside with a brand new truck to ferry us to the airport. With Millie’s current mental state and Rex’s furious goodbye, I’d booked the first available flight for us which happened to be the next day. With a click of a button, I’d booked our journey home. I thought I’d feel relief that I was finally leaving, it was what I’d pushed for so long, but there was an ache in my chest that wouldn’t leave no matter how much I tried to rub it away.

Collapsing into the seat beside Millie, I tried to drag my attention to anything else that wasn’t the man I was about to leave and travel thousands of miles away from.

The strange couple sat beside each other, their baby at the stage where she could finally hold her head up, brief smiles flashing up at her parents who clearly adored her. His arm was around his wife, leaning over her and making faces at his young daughter. She watched him with reverence, love lighting her face as her family sat safely in her embrace.

A wash of envy was bitter on my tongue, a picture of familial love that was out of my reach.

Millie sniffed and swiped a tear away angrily, she dropped her head forward, her brown hair falling forward and hiding her sadness. “This is what you wanted, Mills,” I muttered. “You wanted to go home.”

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