Page 39 of Wrath

“Ya sure?” I check, wanting to end this and get her the fuck outta here.

“I’m sure. Just do it.” She grips her hands tighter around my neck and when I thrust inside her a little harder the squeal she makes turns my stomach.

“I think she’s startin’ to enjoy it,” Rex calls out.

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ hurt ya,” I growl, dropping my head into her shoulder and cursing myself for the fact my cock is harder than it’s ever been before.

“Aaron, I love you,” she tells me, as I pull out and thrust back inside.

“Just us,” I repeat over and over, as I continue to pump myself inside her, faster and harder, willing to end this fuckin’ torture for her.

“Come on boy, fuck her properly!”Another voice heckles; this time, it’s her breath in my ear that keeps me grounded.

“It’s just us, alone, on your houseboat.” Her breath hitches. “Kiss me,” she begs, and I pin her to the wall with my hand and kiss the fuck outta her mouth.

“I love you,” I tell her, hardly letting our lips part, and I feel my cock start to slide a little easier between her walls.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes to me, and I shake my head because this girl is unreal.

“Don’t be sorry. It feels good….I mean it’s…I’m sorry.” I cuss myself for saying that out loud. I shouldn’t be taking any pleasure from this at all.

“I’m okay,” she promises me, her legs gripping tighter around my hips, “This shouldn’t feel good,” I say more of my feelings out loud and close my own eyes to avoid seeing her reaction.

“But it does.” Her nails drag through my hair and across the back of my neck, setting off a shiver that travels down my spine.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I grip her tighter, slamming her body hard into the wall, and ignoring all the noise echoing around us, I look her straight in her eyes.

“Just us,” she tells me one more time before I spill the heavy load that's built up inside me into her freshly-broken pussy. I growl deep and slam my hand into the wall behind her as it keeps on coming. Then catch my breath, remaining hard and still inside her as my hand slides down her body and holds her tight. I must have blocked ’em out, because suddenly all the cheers and claps that come from behind us, bring me back into the fuckin’ room. Reality hits and my chest drops into my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper weakly, pulling myself outta her and steadying her onto her feet.

“Good job, son.” My dad steps up behind me and looks down at my cock, he sniggers when he sees the blood that's mixed with my cum, and shakes my shoulders.

“Looks to me like ya were this young lady’s first. Ya never forget your first time.” He smiles at Eden, while she quickly pulls on her panties and jeans and covers herself back up with her blouse. I act on impulse, spinning around and landing a heavy right hook on his jaw, it knocks him back a step and when Mac and Rex move to come at me he holds up his hand to keep ‘em back.

“Nah, nah, it’s all good. I’m proud of my son, he became a man tonight.” He laughs to himself as he wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Best take your little whore home before her parents start to worry,” he snarls, and as much as I wanna make him suffer, I wanna get her outta here more.

“Come on.” I reach behind me and take her hand, feeling how shaky it is as I march us toward the door and undo the bolt. Pushing her through it, I take one last look around the room, and every fucker inside it.

I remember all their faces and vow that when they each meet their maker, my face will be the last that they see.

I hear my phone buzzing again and pray to fuckin’ God it ain't the start of the nightmare all over again. Scrubbing at my eyes, I reach for my cell and when I see Eden’s name flashing, I answer it straight away.

“You okay?” I ask, looking up at the clock and seeing how late it is.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I can tell from her voice that she’s lying to me. I know I should’ve listened to my instincts and stayed at the club tonight. Just because she’s mad at me, and Raze is back home, back doesn’t change the fact there’s a killer on the loose. “Actually I’m not, can you come here?” She sounds scared and vulnerable and I rush to get up, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder as I slide into some jeans.

“Eden, did somethin’ happen? Are you in danger?” I check, feeling that fear pick up in my chest again.

“No, I just…I just need you,” she tells me. Never before have four simple words ever sounded so good.

Isit on my bed shaking as I recall every part of the night that destroyed us. What Cliff put us through was cruel and vindictive, it was humiliating and scary. But what happened in that room isn’t what broke me.

It was the ride home.

“Aaron, speak to me,” I beg, as he pulls away from the warehouse and the tires screech. We’re both still shaking, and his eyes are focused on the road ahead of him like he’s been possessed.

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