Page 112 of Savage Scream

As soon as I fall slack, Jared tears the pillow from my face and his lips crash into mine as he eases his hard length inside me.

“Fuck, Dee,” he rasps, moving above me, his eyes everywhere from my face, my jiggling tits, down to where our bodies join, and he grabs my thigh, lifting it as he thrusts faster.

I’ve hardly had a chance to recover from my last orgasm when I feel another one building. Jared must feel it too, because he watches my face, his own expression a mix of pleasure and pain, and he pounds harder and harder until my back arches off the bed and I clamp around his dick.

My cries are muffled by his lips, the orgasm prolonged as he continues to piston inside me, and when I finally fall limp, he pulls out, drags me off the bed, and I nearly topple over because of my jelly legs.

Jared chuckles, helping me to stay upright, his hands on either side of my hips, as he sits on the bed before turning me away from him.

“Step backwards and sit on my cock,” he demands, and hell, my pussy throbs with more need.

How is that even possible?

Glancing at Jared over my shoulder, his blue eyes are bright with desire, his hands gripping my hips as he leads me backwards until I’m straddling his lap.

At first I figure this position is going to be awkward, given how much my legs are spread, completely opening me, but as he guides me down onto his thick shaft, filling me in the most delectable way, we seem to mould together as one.

Brushing my hair over one shoulder, Jared pulls me back firmly to his front and wraps his arms around me in the most sensual hug I’ve ever experienced.

From this angle we can both see down the front of my body, and as we start to move in unison, me rising and falling and him pulling back and pushing in, Jared’s hands travel all over my front, grazing my nipples, cupping my tits, pressing my middle closer—all while avoiding my bandage—and circling my clit until I’m so slick, you can hear it each time he drives deep.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he rasps against my ear, nipping at the lobe, and I manage to turn my head enough to kiss him awkwardly.

The sensual position is exquisite, and I feel closer than ever to Jared as his lips pepper kisses down the column of my neck and over my shoulders until I coil so tight, I erupt in a cry that I have no way of stifling.

It’s only then that Jared lets himself go too, a low growl rumbling against my ear as he stills and fills me with his cum.

I’m helpless to stop the tears, and as Jared lifts me off him, planting me under the covers and slipping in next to me, I cry into the crook of his neck for all the heartache we’ve both already endured, and unbeknownst to him, the heartache we are both about to suffer.

Jared doesn’t ask why I’m crying, probably thinking the emotion of the past days is catching up with me. He just holds me tight and makes me feel safe. And for a while, I let myself imagine that this right here, is my forever.

We stay huddled together for a couple of hours, Jared falling asleep once my tears dry up. When the first rays of light pinken the early Saturday morning sky, with a heavy heart, I quietly slip from the bed and get dressed.

I watch Jared for any sign of him rousing, but he remains still and silent, and I quietly open the wardrobe and pull out my backpack. I packed it yesterday morning when Jared went home to see his parents, so leaving would be easier for me. Eyeing Griffin’s present on the bedside table, I take it and slip it inside my bag too, still unsure what it is, before staring down at Jared’s sleeping form.

My heart splinters.

I know I can stay if I want. I know if I do, I can finally be happy. But staying is selfish. The danger I could potentially bring this family is too high of a price to pay.

They deserve more. They deserve better.

So for them, I will give up my chance at happiness, and I will leave them to move on knowing they will be safer if I’m not here.

A sob leaps from my throat as I let myself feel the pain of walking away, and as I bat my tears away, I move to the door and turn back for one last look at the guy who took a chance on me, and who will forever own my heart.

“Goodbye,” I whisper, more tears breaking free. “I will never forget you, Jared Crowley. And my heart will always belong to you.”

Then, I turn and quietly leave my bedroom, tip-toeing through the kids’ zone, before placing a letter on the kitchen bench before I leave the Rogans’ house for good. The only house that’s ever felt like home.

39

JARED

She actually did it. Fuck! She actually did it!

Dee didn’t know I was awake. She didn’t know I felt her slip from the bed. Or that I heard her moving around her room as she got dressed and then got something from her wardrobe.

I knew it. I fucking knew something was up with her. She’d been quieter than usual after that first day waking in the hospital. She even retreated back to not talking most of the time, only occasionally sharing her voice with me.

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