Page 42 of Tormented By Regret

“Fuck baby, just like that. You’re killing me.”

“That’s funny, because I feel like I’m slowly dying inside.”

“Don’t say that.” I reached out, my fingers barely brushing against hers in a dangerously risky touch.

“Why not? It’s the truth. You won’t even look at me. Do I repulse you so much that you can’t even spare a kind word for me?”

“You don’t repulse me. Is that what you think?”

“You’ve seen what I am. Isn’t that the reason you’ve stayed away?”

“Fuck no. I just don’t want your brother to fucking kill me.”

Her eyes were brimming with unshed tears and her eyes darted from me to the floor, as if putting pieces of a puzzle together in her head.

“So, you’re not disgusted by me?”

“Why the fuck would you think that?” I took the chance and without thinking, I brushed the back of my fingers against her cheek. The touch was intimate, conveying everything that words couldn’t.

"I'd kiss you if I could, you know," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the noise of the bar.

"You would," Whisper whispered back, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in closer.

"I can't, Whisper. You know I can't," I replied, my words tinged with regret.

"I need you," she sighed, her hand finding mine and intertwining our fingers.

We stood there, amidst the roar of engines and the clink of beer bottles, surrounded by my brothers who lived by their own code and whose livelihood depended on noticing every detail in this room. It was second nature to be aware of our surroundings, and our heated exchange would get me in big trouble.

"You're gonna be the death of me, my pretty little bird," I growled softly, my thumb tracing the curve of her lips, a silent turmoil raging within me.

“I’m not your lunatic anymore?” she asked, her lip quivered, opening invitingly.

“You will always be my pretty little lunatic, Whisper. Always.”

As much as I craved her, I knew I had to resist and with a heavy heart, I tore myself away from her. Indulging in this moment was going to lead to consequences neither of us were ready to face.

POWERTRAIN

The light was dim coming from the bathroom as I snuck into her room, making sure to lock the door behind me.

She lay peacefully asleep, clueless to anything going on around her, and it was better to keep it that way. She didn't need to worry about my shit, nor did she need to know a sociopathic killer was threatening to kill her. I'm pretty sure she'd have my ass for getting her into this mess in the first place.

I slid myself into a chair in the corner, half hidden by the shadows in the room. For a few minutes, I watched that beautiful, serene face of hers, looking so peaceful as she slept. Her life completely turned upside down by a biker who had nothing to offer her but grief.

She whimpered in her sleep and flipped to her back, the sheet falling away to expose her body. The delicate mounds of her breasts, full and curvy, pressed against the white wife beater she'd probably borrowed from one of the drawers. She wore these tiny white panties with fucking kisses printed on them. The same type of kisses I wanted to leave on her.

I adjusted my cock, hard as steel, but confined in my pants. As I watched her, I remembered how her pretty mouth had slid around my dick a few nights before. She looked so perfect on her knees, those bright eyes staring at me innocently. Knowing full well what she was doing to me.

My hand continued to stroke my hardness, outlining it through my pants to get a better grip. She moved and my breath caught. The tank top shifted, revealing a perfect peak.

“Fuuuck,” I grunted, now sliding my hand down my pants to release myself.

I was a fucking perve, sitting here, in this innocent lunatic's bedroom, stroking his cock while watching her. I grunted, and my hips lifted, bringing my dick into my rough hand. It wasn’t the same as having her soft hands wrapped around it. A drop of precum seeped out the head, and I used it as lube while imagining myself rubbing my dick on her pretty tits.

I wasn't fully paying attention to her, so lost in my lustful perversions that I didn't realize was watching me. When my eyes met hers, we both just froze. My hand stilled on my cock while she had one hand up on the pillow beside her head. She chose that moment to bite on her finger, so seductively, I wanted to take her right then and there.

“You finally came back,” she whispered to me softly.

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