Page 46 of Hold On

She smiles, spreading herself wider for me. I sink into her, holding myself in her depths. Her brows lift slightly as she allows me to generously fill her. She breathes harder but doesn’t move to push me off of her. Her eyes focus in on mine.

“And no one will ever make you feel like your feelings don’t matter or that you’re only good for emptily performing ever again. In your home or on stage, baby.” Her words are music to my ears. The thought of being the performance monkey, making everyone but myself happy to the detriment of my mental health was always so fucking depressing. It’s something I no longer want my life revolving around.

“No one is telling us what to do anymore, Lina Girl,” I growl as she bites at my jaw. She grabs my face, looking me deeply in my eyes as she grinds her hips below me.

“It’s me and you forever, Bash. It always has been. And it always will be,” she whispers as I begin to pet her face again. I’m obsessed with her soft mouth today as I press two fingers beyond her lips. She sucks them so gingerly, so sexily, so lovingly. Her tongue writhes against them, her teeth nipping at my knuckles. She whimpers around my fingers as I rut into her wet cunt. Shebites me harder as a result, so I fuck her back with a wicked slap of my hips into hers, making her purr beneath me, her lips turning up at the edges.

“You playing with me, Lina Girl?” I ask as I nudge her cheek with my nose. She nods her head yes with a wicked smirk. I laugh, the mood between us so much lighter. More than it’s been in years.

“Forever and always,BashCox,” she teases as she impales herself on my dick by throwing her hips forward. I grin as we begin to race each other to the finish line. Alina busts all over me as I come aggressively inside her sweet fucking cunt. We feel like different people as we look at each other. We fucking are. We’ve taken back bits of our bodies and freed ourselves of past trauma together. I’ve never felt so happy or hopeful for my future. Besides the current obstacle we still have in front of us.

“You’ve got to be starving, my slutty, little trauma breaker,” I say as she tightens her pussy around me, forcing me to close my eyes from the sensitivity of my dick as she growls playfully.

“Feed me,” she demands with a smirk. I nod compliantly. She gets anything she wants.

“Yes, princess,” I say as I dip my head and lick her perky nipple. She giggles, jumping in my arms. “French fries?” Her eyes widen as her smile does too.

“Carl’s Jr.?!” she shouts animatedly. I let out a deep laugh, reminding me of the one she forced from my body in detention that first day we met as I finally pull my cock out of her precious cunt.

“Only the best for my girl.”

She swoons.

Chapter Twenty-Six – Now

Alina:

Bash and I are sitting in his car in the Carl’s Jr. parking lot as we eat our takeout together in the dark. We haven’t said much since turning off the engine, the battery still running to play music for us. I’ve been shoving crisscut fries into my mouth for five minutes straight. Trauma dumping has got me starving. Bash bought way too much food, but I love him for it and I’m taking full advantage.

He looks so fucking hot as he shovels fried zucchini into his gorgeous mouth, grease and ranch dripping down his chin. He goes to wipe it off, but I’m already there, my tongue gathering everything in one quick swipe. He smiles at me before kissing me deeply, his mouth tasting like our meal.

“God, you even make eating cheeseburgers erotic,” I complain while he laughs. I sit back down in my seat with a small huff.

“I was eating fried zucchini,” he corrects me as I roll my eyes, shoving him with my hand. We laugh a little before silence falls over us. Bash clears his throat. “I was thinking maybe it’s time we talk about meeting with your friend who has access to the payroll,” he says quietly. I nod my head, ready to off that fucker Luke after our last encounter.

“I’ll text her now,” I reply, pulling my phone out. “I’m assuming I should keep my message brief. Should I just ask her to meet with us?”

“I think that’d be a good idea. Somewhere you don’t think Luke frequents,” he adds.

“Like a fucking church?” I suggest sarcastically. He shrugs.

“If that’s where he’s least likely to be. I just don’t want him catching on too quickly,” he replies.

I pause, not wanting to say what I’m about to.

“I know he’s been watching us, Bash. I’m worried he knows where you live.” It’s something I’ve been nervous about admitting since I started staying at Bash’s place.

“It would be more surprising if he wasn’t. But I honestly don’t see him making the first move, unless he catches you vulnerable and alone. I also think he’s too cocky to think that anyone would be stupid enough to attack him in his own home. So, I wanna be that stupid motherfucker,” he replies, biting into a Famous Star. His self-assuredness is hot as fuck, even though it scares the shit out of me to think of Bash putting his life on the line in any way. “If he comes for us, I’ll be ready. He can come at me, Lina Girl. I have thirty-two years of anger just waiting to be unleashed upon the right person. And Luke reminds me an awful lot of my father. I failed and didn’t kill him. Actually, I gave up on the idea. But I won’t fuck up when it comes to Luke. I will make him bleed for what he’s done to you. Or I’ll help you cut his fucking dick off if you want the honors, baby. It’s all for you. Whatever you want, you get.”

“Do you know what I really want?” I say as I climb over the center console and rest my elbows on the edge of it near Bash’s arm. His blue eyes meet mine as he leans forward to listen intently. “I want Luke to watch me suck your dick. The dick of someone Itrulylove. My favorite fucking cock in the world. I want him to see how different it is for you, versus when he’smade me do it for him. I want him to see the love in my eyes as your cock chokes me because I want it to. Because I need it deep down in my throat to survive. How I crave the gag from your body, unlike when he’s forcing himself on me. And I want him to bleed to death watching you play your guitar for me, singing your heart out as his beats for the last time.”

Bash is snarling, his hand at my throat, squeezing it dangerously as he smirks at me and says, “Then that’s exactly what is going to fucking happen, Lina Girl.”

Fries and fried zucchini hit the floor of the car as Bash and I messily make out, our love for each other burning so fucking brightly in the fast-food parking lot.

“Text that woman. Let her know that you really need to meet with her tomorrow and see what she says,” Bash breathes. His dick is tented among the sea of discarded food in his lap. I smile as I unlock my phone, composing a text to Gilda. A few seconds pass before she responds.

“She said she can meet around noon. Where should I set this up?” I’m nervous. My brain isn’t thinking straight so I make Bash figure out the details.

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