Page 22 of Tormented By Regret

“Watch,” he instructed, and I couldn't take my eyes off the palm of his hand as he gripped my right knee, yanking it farther apart, putting my pussy on display.

His calloused fingers ran over the length of my swollen core. “You shave it?”

I whimpered, biting down on my lip. “Y-yes.”

“For whom?”

“I…” I yelped as his hand made contact with my core and I began to wiggle on his lap. Unsure of what to say.

“I asked you a question, Whisper?”

“N-no one. I do it for me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered against my neck, our eyes focused between my legs as his middle finger found my tight clit.

I jerked in his arms and his deep chuckle reverberated through my body. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder as his rough finger began to move over that sensitive spot between my legs. After a moment, he stopped, gently swatting at my pussy.

I whimpered, shooting a glare at him through our reflection. “I told you I wanted you to watch.”

His fingers slowly ran over my clit once again and I gave out a needy a whimper, biting down on my lip as I watched his thick fingers teasing me.

“You started this, my pretty little lunatic. Now we’ve got to finish it.”

He bit down on my neck as his finger slid inside of me. I gripped his thighs and arched against him, my legs falling apart and giving myself over to him.

“That’s my good girl,” he growled in my ear.

I could feel his hard length beneath my ass, but he didn’t move. He simply stared at me through the reflection in the mirror. His other hand came up to pull down on the strap of the dress. My breast spilled out onto his hand, and I moaned as he pinched the tip of it, my pussy making obscene wet sounds as he fingered me.

“Lee,” I whispered, breathlessly as he fucked me.

“This is your fault, Whisper. If I go to hell, it’s your fault,” He ran his finger over my clit in a wild feverish movement that had me whining and pushing against his body. He wrapped his arm around me, inserting his fingers into my depths once again.

“Cum for me, my dirty little lunatic.”

“St-stop calling me that,” I purred as he smacked my pussy and continued to rub my clit in that perfect incessant circle.

“Lee!” I cried out as he forced me to shatter.

My hips moved against him, but all I made out was a guttural grunt as he nicked at my shoulder. He never stopped rubbing my core as I rode that wave of pleasure he’d built. He slid me off his lap and onto the bed, lying beside me, his hand still lightly teasing me between my legs.

I slid my hands over his chest and up his neck, my fingers reaching his beard and I tugged on it, bringing him in for another kiss.

“You say a word of this to anyone, and I’ll make sure they never find you.” He teasingly muttered the phrase against my lips, and I moaned eagerly as he took my mouth in a fevered kiss. I don’t know for how long I lay beneath him, nor for how long we kissed. All I knew was that I felt like I could kiss him forever.

Eventually, I turned to my side, and he curled himself around me. We didn’t say a word to one another. I was unable to even phrase how I felt in that moment, and I didn’t want to ruin it. I lay there, wrapped in his arms and I felt warm and safe for the first time since my dad left. I didn’t have to keep my guard up or be afraid that something would sneak into my home, and I’d be caught off guard. My lids slowly grew heavy, and I simply just fell asleep. A deep, peaceful sleep that I never knew I needed.

POWERTRAIN

Ileft Whisper back in the room while I went out to meet Blaze and Edge. I needed a bike, and I was meeting with them early this morning to pick it up.

We hadn't spoken much this morning, with Whisper. She'd been quiet about it all. I regretted having touched her. She was family, and you didn't put your hands on family. Especially not an MC Princess. Her father, Spectre, was one scary motherfucker. He used to run with the Reapers up in Nevada and had connections in all the wrong places. Not to mention her brother would beat my ass to a pulp if he ever found out.

It was hard enough dealing with her, let alone being near her. Whisper had this way about her. A bratty little girl who kept me on my toes. But as much as she was gung-ho on making this run impossible, there was an underlying pain to her actions. She was used to pushing people away on purpose, but I hadn't been an easy target for her. She was determined though, fighting me at every turn, thinking that would deter me. Instead, it only fueled me to gain the upper hand. I had a gut feeling this push and pull between us was eventually going to cause us both some major hurt. Which was why I needed to stay away from her.

The last time I fell for someone, she’d been torn away from me. I’d been so focused on getting ahead in life that I hadn't taken notice how many years had gone by since anyone had shown any love for me. I’d had women warm my bed here and there, but I didn’t stay long enough to catch feelings. It made things easy for both of us. I made it clear; I was nobody’s forever. But something told me that Whisper wasn’t going to take lightly to me saying something like that. She wasn’t the type to want to play into games like that. I didn’t know if I liked that, but I sure as hell respected it, which was gonna make it a hell of a lot harder to walk away.

My cell phone vibrated in my pants pocket, and I reached back to see who it was. Hoax’s stupid face appeared on the screen.

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