Page 202 of The Catalyst

“I really wish I fucking had, baby.” A quiet gasp falls from my lips as Oliver trails his fingers up my bare legs to my thin lace thong. My eyes dash the way Vera disappeared as he runs his knuckles along my pussy through the thin fabric. In an instant, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and all thoughts of Vera disappear. “I could just imagine sinking my cock inside you, using your blood as lube, seeing those tears down your face. I’d take you hard. We both know you’d love that. You like the pain. Your cunt would be all mine. Just my cock punishing your poor little cunt. Now, let me play withmypussy, crazy girl.”

He literally just described what happens anytime we go more than a week without having sex.

Without needing any further instruction, I reach between my thighs and push my thong to the side. He doesn’t wait another moment to run his fingers up my slit, torturing me teasingly. I whimper as he growls in my ear.

“So fucking wet for me.”

“It’s all that dirty talk. You know just how to get me going.”

He chuckles darkly and runs his tongue up the length of my neck before nipping at my jaw. “I can do more than get you going. I can get you past the finish line again and again and again in the first few minutes.”

My mind fogs with lust as I lift my hips toward his fingers, even though it sends a sharp pain down my leg, and he pulls his hand back.

“Nooo.”

“If I have to suffer, so do you.”

Fucking prick. However, he is right. In what way is it fair if I get off while unable to return the favor? I really want to give him a release, but the bruising makes that impossible. Maybe if we can figure out a position we could do things in without hurting my healing muscles, then I could make him feel good.

CHAPTER 80

BETH

Iwake with a start as knocking vibrates through the house, and Oliver groans next to me, tightening his arms around my waist.

What?

Where is that knocking coming from?

Is it at the front door?

It has to be.

“I swear, if that’s Gunderson, I will kill her this time,” Ollie growls in my ear as I stretch.

“No, you won’t.” I yawn.

After talking to her, we found out that she just didn’t know what I wanted to tell Vera, so she tried to give as little information as possible, but it was enough to give Vera a general idea. I can understand that.

I grab my robe and slip it on as I rub my very pregnant stomach. Only another month to go until my son is out in the world.

I walk over to the front door as another knock sounds.

“Coming!” Seriously, I’ve got a heavy weight to carry around and it’s attached to my damn uterus. It’s not as easy as people like to pretend it is.

I pull open the door and my heart lodges in my throat when I see the oceanic eyes I fell in love with.

“Martin,” I rasp his name as his eyes drop to my stomach and then they narrow into slits.

“So, this isn’t a treatment facility,” he states the obvious while scratching the back of his neck.

I grab his hand and nod toward the inside of the cabin. He walks in willingly and I close the door quickly.

“How did you find us?” I ask, panicking.

He strokes his knuckles across my cheek, but I can’t even relax from feeling him. “You didn’t leave any information for the supposed facility so I got a P.I. to track your phone. No one else knows where you are. My father isn’t even slightly suspicious.”

“How though? I’ve kept my phone off this whole time.”

---