Page 31 of Between Dusk and Dawn

"Good girl. Think about how mad I’ll be when I catch you fingering your tight cunt," I murmured, stroking myself languidly.

Come home to Daddy.

"Please," she begged as she inserted another finger, thrusting in and out. Her thumb circled her sensitive mound.

She panted, her breaths ragged as she writhed against her hand. She knew this place well, as I’d watched her touch herselfmany times throughout the years, saving it for my own personal use later at night. No one—I mean no one—was allowed access to this footage aside from me. It was times like this when I gave Enzo his needed break.

I loved the way her hair cascaded over the overstuffed comforter as she moaned.

"I hate you." Her voice was rigid with a hot need, and she was so close to coming all over her hands like my good girl.

Using my precum to lubricate, I pumped my cock up and down, picturing her mouth sucking me off. I could practically taste the salt from her tears as she cried, my hand wrapped around her ponytail, pushing her mouth deeper, wrapping all of me in her warmth.

"Come on, Muse. Wait for me." My right hand drove my cock right into the memories of what could be if only my muse was mine.

Her breaths went ragged. Her chest heaved up and down, accentuating her perky nipples.

"Walsh," she screamed. Her pussy pulsated from her orgasm, soaking her hands in her cum. It was my name on her lips. It would always be my name.

My orgasm followed, cum shooting onto my hand, wetting me as I imagined the way my muse would take care of it, swallowing it like she would be demanded to do.

"Fuck," I groaned, and just as I was about to stand and clean myself up, she woke up and wiped her tears. She looked…sad.

"Help me," she whimpered. Her tone was barely above a whisper. "I don't want to live like this anymore."

She looked down at her discarded jeans around her ankles, the comforter in disarray, and scanned the room for any signs of foul play.

"I don't want to be here." She shook her head before putting her pants back on.

The corners of my mouth lifted into a smirk, knowing the cum still soaked her sweet little pussy that came from my name on her lips.

"I gotta get outta here." She went over to the vanity and dabbed on some mascara, red lipstick, and blush.

As I walked into the kitchen to grab a rag, her words kept repeating over and over in my head.

Ember’s boyfriend committed suicide a few years ago, and I was the one person who witnessed it.

I was a coldhearted human being, but watching someone jump from a cliff and knowing they wouldn’t be there for me to pull them back up was one of the worst feelings in my life. It was the same helpless feeling I had when little Walsh saw his mother dead in a chair in the living room.

And the words Madison spoke, of wanting to depart from here, made those butterflies spark to life in my chest. The ones that made me powerless when those around me needed me most. Even with all the influence in the world, I hated that there were things that slipped through my fingers.

I paused, leaning over the sink and watched the sky darken.

"Fuck it."

Chapter Ten

It was him—the person who lurked in the darkness and scared me most.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" I said, stepping backward; it was suffocating to be in his presence. Even after all this time, it felt like the air was sucked from the earth, and I was struggling to breathe.

I didn't love this man. Hell, I didn't even like him, but he was all-consuming in every way possible. Being in his presence caused an overwhelming amount of unease.

"Wha—"

"A thank you should be your first words to me after all these years?" His hand brushed my cheek as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"W-w-why?" I couldn’t stop the stammering, and a deceitful smile slid across his face.

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