Page 61 of Retribution
“I’m leaving,” she says quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but if this is your way of trying to break it off, well, message received loud and clear.” She goes back into the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
Wait. What? Anger pours through me, banishing the last of the panic. Grabbing my key card out of my pocket, I throw the door open, storming inside. Rebecca turns at the crash, then backs up as she sees the feral look on my face.
“You’re not going any-fucking-where,” I growl out when I see the half-filled suitcase tossed on the bed. I stalk towards her, fear of losing her and rage at her perceived refusal of me coming together in an inferno of swirling anger and torment.
Backing her into the wall, she watches me with a healthy dose of anxiety, seeing the monster within for perhaps the first time. Placing my hand against her throat, I squeeze. Not hard enough to restrict her air, but enough to convey a warning.
“Get off me!” she shouts, slamming her hands against my chest, trying in vain to push me off of her. “I’m not a toy for you to play with! You—” she cuts off at my snarl, eyes snapping to mine and for the first time, fear enters them.
I don’t like seeing her look at me like that, but I can’t stop now.
With my free hand, I yank down her leggings, staring into her eyes unblinking.
“No, Trey!” she commands, her eyes narrowed at me. “I don’t want sex right now!”
Loosening my jeans, I pull my cock out and thrust it into her, uncaring that she’s not ready for me. I need to claim, to take her. And she needs to have no doubts whatsoever that she is mine.
“Fuck you,” she groans as I work my way inside her tight channel.
“You are mine,” I hiss at her, thrusting hard. “You do not get to leave me, do you hear me, Rebecca?” Her head slams back against the wall as I pump into her. Her legs come up around my hips and I slide her up the wall, a punishing grip on her thighs.
“I love you. I. LOVE. YOU. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would change my life forever. You are everything to me, Rebecca. You are the air I breathe and the very blood that courses through my veins,” I declare, letting her see the truth.
Her eyes soften, her brows furrowing. “I don’t understand,” she pants out, then moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth through her thin t-shirt.
“What’s not to understand? You are mine, always. I won’t let you go, nor will I ever leave you. Not voluntarily, anyway. If I ever see another man touch you—” Slowing my thrusts, I slide in and out of her, capturing her eyes with mine. “I will gut him, and then fuck you up against his cooling body.”
She shivers in my arms at my words. I know she can see the truth in them. “But you—” she starts, confusion evident in her features.
“I was nervous, baby, that’s all.” Fuck, she feels good. Being inside her is like a religious experience all on its own.
“About what?”
Swallowing down my fear and uncertainties, and completely abandoning my earlier plan of waiting until later, I push into her, burying my face into the side of her neck. “Marry me,” I whisper into her ear, taking the lobe of it into my mouth and suckling on it. I can feel her pulse leap against my chin, her heart thrumming at my words.
Rebecca wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me pressed against her. “Yes,” she murmurs softly, and my heart leaps at that one simple word. “Now fuck me, Trey.”
Pulling out of her, I scoop her into my arms, tossing her onto the bed. She shrieks with laughter, her eyes dancing, that fearful look she wore earlier now completely erased.
“Take your shirt off, let me see those magnificent tits,” I growl at her as I pull my jeans and shirt off.
She gives me a coy look, slowly drawing the shirt up and over her head. Her tits bounce free, nipples hardened and begging for my mouth. Unable to hold back, I eagerly draw one of those beautiful nipples into my mouth, biting and sucking.
Rebecca moans low, squirming beneath me as she looks for release. Pinning her down, I move to the other one, lavishing the same attention to it. Removing it from my mouth with a pop, I fuse my mouth to hers, knowing that I’ll never get enough of her. If reincarnation is a thing, I will find her, over and over again, for one lifetime will never be enough.
Sitting up, I pull her into my lap, settling her down on my cock. I hiss at the feeling of her warm cunt grasping onto me as she takes me in, inch by inch. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she stares into my eyes as she begins moving, rotating her hips in a leisurely hypnotic dance.
We come as one, not in an explosion, but with a slow, sensual joy that fuses our souls together.
“I see you, Unseen,” she whispers to me, refusing to break eye contact.
“I see you too, Charlotte Rebecca.”
Chapter 35
Special Agent
Susannah Gerhardt
