Page 43 of Eternally Bound

A deadly calm spread over me, and I reached for my gun. It didn’t matter what he told my uncle. None of it, because I’d kill him too.

“I’ll give you a quick death, for your old man’s sake,” I told him, pointing the barrel between his eyes. “My uncle will be joining you soon. Better hide in hell.”

I pulled the trigger; one bullet between his eyes and he was gone. Life extinguished forever. Blood splattered over my clothes but none of it bothered me. The betrayal was heavy. Albeit, I could understand it.

Leaving the basement, I went into my private bathroom connected to my office and showered off the past few hours. Despite the betrayal, I felt better at eliminating it and knowing where I stood. And I have one advantage. My uncle didn’t know that I found out who betrayed me. I had a short window to come up with a plan and kill my uncle, eliminating him out of my life once and for all.

But first, I needed Ainslee. To feel her underneath me, to make sure she was safe. And mine. I haven’t seen her since yesterday. The pull and need to go to her was strong.

I rushed through the city, like a strung-out addict, my cock hard as a stone, and once home, I ran up the stairs into her bedroom. I found her sleeping, her red hair fanned out across the crisp white pillows, looking like a tempting goddess. Like my salvation.

I lifted the blanket and found her bare legs exposed, her nightgown ridden up. The bright moonlight peering through the windows covered her body in a soft glow. My hand shook as I trailed her soft skin up her thigh. She woke up and her blue sapphires met my gaze, lighting up my soul. The last twelve years I had been covered in darkness, but the moment she entered my life again, the darkness slowly lifted. Yes, it was still there lurking, but it balanced well with my light. My Ainslee.

In the dark she opened her legs in invitation and my body hummed with anticipation. I got rid of my clothes in record time and took my rigid cock into my hand. Getting on the bed, I plunged it into her sweet, warm pussy. She cried out, her arms reached out, her nails digging into my muscles on my back, marking me as hers.

The moment her wet, warm pussy sheathed me, the pent-up need gnawing inside me eased away and I let go. I found a steady rhythm and lost myself inside her. Everything around us dissipated except for our inferno as I fucked her deeply, each thrust measured. This intense pleasure had never consumed me with anyone else.

“Daniel,” she cried out, thrashing against the pillows. Her fingernails raked my back, her hips pushing up, letting me deeper inside her. She was mine; I wanted to be bare inside her, feel every soft piece of her and fill her with my cum.

Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, and I continued thrusting into her, faster and harder. Again and again, until my own release approached. She let out a scream of pleasure and my own release spurted out of my cock and into her sweetness.

Both of us breathing heavily, I pulled out of her and her wide eyes met mine. In the dim light of the moon, her eyes glimmered like diamonds and her hair shone like fire.

Chapter Seventeen

Ainslee

Iwoke up earlier than usual. I slept horribly for the past two days. My nights were restless and plagued by images of Callen’s terror during those last few hours. I tossed and turned, until Daniel came into bed. The light was already pouring through the windows, but I remained laying on my side, my eyes locked on the slowly brightening sky. I hadn’t told my mother about the video. I wasn’t even sure how you tell someone news like that. It opened my eyes to Daniel’s world. There was no chance of seeing it through rose-colored glasses.

The question became, could I raise my son in such a world. I didn’t think that was a possibility. No child, nor adult, should be subjected to such cruelty. I also had my mother to think about and my family. What if they went after Lachlan, my uncle, or Eve?

I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to them because of my connection with Daniel. I loved him, wanted him more than anything, but I had to think about my son’s safety. My family’s safety.

I swung my feet off the bed and headed for a shower. Thirty minutes later, I was dressed and ready to get today going. I headed out of my room and for Bram’s. Quietly, I opened the door and poked my head in. He must have just been waking up because his eyes were open but that dreamy look was all over his face.

“Good morning, love.”

His little face lit up the moment he heard my voice. I strode over to him and sat on the bed, wrapping my arms around him. I’d have to tell him his father was dead, but I didn’t even know how to start explaining that suddenly he was gone. Brutally murdered.

My stomach churned again, and I shoved the images out of my mind, focusing on my son’s face.

“How about we get dressed, check on Grandma, and then see about breakfast?” He nodded eagerly and I continued, “Maybe we will see if the cook will let us use his kitchen and we can bake cookies for Santa. He will be here in just a few days.”

“Yes,” he squealed. “Daniel too?”

I chuckled. “We can ask him. I don’t know if he’s still here or already left for work.”

Once he was dressed, we went in the direction of my mother’s room, just in time to run into her as she was leaving her room.

“My two favorite people!” she exclaimed, smiling.

“And our favorite Grandma,” I retorted back. “Ready for breakfast?”

“Yes, starving. Is Daniel joining us?”

“I’m not sure,” I muttered. “He was gone before I woke up.”

Then realizing how it came out, my cheeks flushed, but my mother didn’t seem to pay attention to that.

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