Page 133 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

My balls draw up and with one final, brutal, thrust I bottom into her. She throws her head back on a silent scream as my fingers on her clit, my dick in her pussy, and my vibrating plug in her ass become too much for her.

I watch as she freezes completely for a moment, looking like she might actually pass lut, before she wails and comes with an earth-shattering climax that has her own juices spurting out of her and onto the mattress.

I straighten, pulling out of her as I look at her limp, boneless form and the mess between her legs. Dark, sadistic satisfaction burns in my veins seeing how completely she fell apart for me.

I grab a warm towel from the bathroom and clean her up, gently removing the plug from her ass. She moans unhappily when I do and I smirk.

My good girl loves this.

When I’m done, I wrap her in my arms and pick her up.

“Unless you want your dad to kill me, we’re going to have to burn these sheets.”

She laughs softly, her eyes closed and her head lolling against my shoulder as I carry her to her room. Using one of my t-shirts that I grabbed from my bag, I put it on over her head and help her put her arms through before laying her down on the bed.

I bend and drop a heated kiss on her lips.

Her hand reaches for mine blindly as she settles into bed, her eyes still closed. She’s halfway to sleep as she intertwines her fingers easily through mine.

“Stay with me tonight,” she says with a shuddering breath, her words softened by sleep.

I look down at her as she turns on her side and curls into herself, immediately falling asleep if her even breaths are anything to go by.

But I’m mistaken, because her eyes flutter sleepily open and peer up at me, waiting for my response.

“You couldn’t make me leave.”

Chapter 39

Phoenix

When I wake up the following morning, Six is already gone. The empty spot next to me is still warm and I roll over, inhaling the scent she’s left behind on her pillow like an addict.

I smirk when I find her in the kitchen with her mum, answering her question about how the movie was.

“Finding Nemo, you know…,” She says, her words failing her. “...still a classic.”

How she manages to keep a straight face, I don’t know.

The next few days pass by all too quickly, maybe because we spend them together.

During the day we take turns showing each other our interests. She takes me horseback riding with her and I teach her some judo submission moves. She distracts me by shaking her ass in a pair of micro sized biker shorts and manages to flip me once.

She doesn’t let me live it down.

We bake and we read and we prank each other and it feels strangely domestic in a way I didn’t expect to like. True to her word, she never asks me about why I won’t go shirtless in front of her, she doesn’t bring up my parents, and she doesn’t talk about Astor, even though I know she goes to visit his grave a few times.

It eats at me, watching her go, knowing I’ll never be him.

But then she comes home and I’m the one she fucks and that has to be enough for me.

At first, she tries to be respectful in front of her parents and warns me against PDA.

But she awakened the monster when she gave me her mouth and he has lots of lost time to make up for.

When it’s time to go to bed the second night, I slide in wordlessly beside her and she curls naturally into me, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine, like the rule about not sleeping together never existed.

When yet again I wake up the next morning to an empty bed, I descend on her in the kitchen where she’s having breakfast with her mum.

---