Page 119 of Vows In Corruption

Her hand slide up my back as I sit up, and I try to take comfort in that.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I say, turning to give her a smile even though she can’t see it in the darkness.

The bed shift and she sits up with me, wrapping her arms around my stomach and resting her cheek against my back. Her hands move to my front and slide against my body.

My heart is still racing from the nightmare, but her caress are calming me down.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

I tell her the truth. “I did.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I grab onto one of her hands and brining it up to my lips. “It’s just my mind playing mind tricks on me. You should go back t bed.”

Ella doesn’t move. She just stays in place.

After about a minute, she releases a breath.

“Henry asked me earlier if you had been having any nightmares lately,” she lets out.

“And what did you tell him?”

“That didn’t even knew you had them.”

As much as I wanted to keep this little tidbit about myself a secret, I knew that at some point it was going to come out.

With Ella’s hand still in mind, I shift so that I’m able to lay down and bring her body down with me. As her head lays against my chest and her hand close to my heart, I open up to her.

“The nightmares started when I was a kid. It was about two months after my parents died and a month after Robert left. My mind started remembering all the details of the night we were told about my parents accident and ever since I’ve never been able to make them go away. Not fully anyway. These last few years, they have only come on days of importance. Their birthdays, the anniversary of their death, when something important happens that they were supposed to be here for.”

Ella scoots her body closer to mine. “Do you only dream about the night that they died.”

“The majority of the time. Sometimes it’s other memories that have stuck with me.” All bad moments, but I don’t tell her that.

Part of me wonders if I had stayed to watch what Damian and his club did to Josiah, if that moment would have stuck with me as much as my parents death.

“What did you dream about tonight?”

Her question is a normal one, one that I should be able to answer right away, but I can’t have her knowing just how dark I’m willing to get to make sure that she is taken care of and at my side. Because if she asked me right now, I would answer that I want her at my side forever. Which is a dangerous thought to have. Every day, I get closer and closer to taking out the two year timeline that we put on this arrangement and making Ella mine for real, but I can’t. If I do, then there is a chance of my biggest fear may come true.

So I give her a lie. “Just a bunch of memories jumbled together. Nothing for you to worry about.”

She lets out a sweet hum that goes straight to my cock. What I wound;’t give to get lost in her right now.

Ella must be a mind reader, because the hand that she has against my chest starts to travel down to dangerous territory.

“Maybe I can make you forget about the nightmare.” Her hand lands on top of my boxer shorts and she gives me a good grip.

“Oh, yeah? And how are you planning on doing that?”

She lets out another hum and I swear she know just how weak that sound makes me. “With my mouth?”

Her lips land against my neck and all I’m able to do is bring her closer to me.

“Maybe with my mouth on your cock?” Her hand grips me tightly through the fabric. “Maybe with your cock in my pussy?”

So many glorious images and I need all of them to play out. Just thinking about my mouth on that bare pussy of hers has me as hard as a rock and my mouth salivating.

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