Page 53 of Don't Speak
Sean growls, trying to fight against the restraints, uncaring about the barbed wire still cutting into his flesh.
“Don’t worry. I threw him out with his piece of shit friend. They can both rot together.”
Sean starts yelling loudly this time. “Fuck you, Nikki. You think you can escape me? You’ll always feel my touch on you. Everywhere you go, you’ll always have the memories of me sliding into your room in the middle of the night. There will be no place you can run that I won’t find you in your mind. You can tr—” I cut him off, taking the blade and slicing his dick clear from his body. He doesn’t even have time to register the pain as I grab his lower jaw and pry it open, shoving his wrinkly dick tip first down his throat.
“Shhhh. Don’t.”Shove. “Fucking”.Shove. “Speak.”Shove.
With one final push, I step back and observe my work. My adrenaline is pumping, making my heart beat rapidly inside my chest. He chokes, his body trying to eject it from his throat, but I shoved it in there good. His eyes widen, and tears stream down his face. He’s coming to terms with his fate for these last few seconds.
Finally, he stills, his body slumping over to the side.He’s dead.
I drop the knife I was holding, and look up at Dean, finally letting my emotions come to a head and spill out. My knees buckle, but he catches me and pulls me into him, holding me tight.
“It’s over, baby. You’re free. We’re free.”
I pull back, looking into his eyes. I push up onto my toes and meet his lips with mine, dancing my tongue across his lips, coaxing him to open for me. He does, and matches my kiss with the same fervor. He runs his hands through my hair, grabbing a handful at the base of my neck and pulling back, breaking the kiss.
“Let’s get this mess cleaned up so we can go home. Then, I’ll be whatever you need me to be, little lioness.”
I nod, and we get to work, making what happened here disappear as though no one was ever here. Dean disposes of Sean’s body in the dumpster out back, the body of the man he had already left here now fully decomposed. We place my mother’s body on the bed and cover it with a tarp for now, with the promise to return tomorrow to give her a proper burial.
Walking to Dean’s truck, I take a glance back at the asylum, silently thanking it for being the place that provided me the revenge I so desperately needed. Dean walks up to my door, opening it and waiting for me to slide in before he closes it and walks around to the driver’s side. There’s only one place I want to be right now.
Home.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Pulling up to her house, I turn the truck off and sit back for a moment. A sense of relief washes over me. The moment I have been waiting for for seven years is finally over. My body immediately relaxes at that thought, and I smile. Charlie got her revenge today, even if it was through Nikki. They both got closure, and I couldn’t have asked for a better death for him.
“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for letting me be the one to do it. I know you’ve been waiting so long for that moment.”
“I would do anything for you, little lioness. All you need to do is ask.”
“Take me inside. I need a shower so bad.”
I chuckle, opening the door. Walking over to her side, I open the door, hooking one arm underneath her legs and the other behind her back, carrying her bridal style. Once she’s out, I kick the door shut with my foot and walk up to the door with her in tow. The memory of the last time we did this floods back, and I smile. As soon as we’re inside, Simba comes running up to Nikki, so I put her down to say hello.
“Hey, buddy. I’ve missed you,” she says, choking on a sob. I’m sure there was a point where she thought she would never see him again. She picks him up and squeezes him tight before putting him back down. I walk ahead of her, making my way into her bathroom and starting the shower for her. When I turn, she’s already undressed, and my gaze roams her body. She’s covered in bruises, some yellow, the majority purple. Her hair is a matted mess of blood and dirt, and the injury on her hand has started to bleed again. My eyes ignite with fire before softening, knowing she doesn’t need my anger right now.
I stick my hand under the water to make sure the temperature is just right before extending my other hand toward her. She takes it, and I lead her over the ledge and into the shower. Once she’s in, I take my own clothes off, joining her. She tilts her head back, letting the water drench her hair. She goes to grab the shampoo, but I stop her. “Let me.”
Grabbing the bottle, I squirt some in my hand and begin working it into her hair. She lets out a little moan, and my dick twitches at the sound. Once it’s lathered, I tilt her head back and rinse it out, ensuring the water runs clean. Then, I move on to the conditioner. While that sits, I grab her body wash and loofa, running it over her skin. She takes the soap from her body and runs it through her ass before she gets back under the water and rinses everything off. While she does that, I wash myself, scrubbing away remnants of blood and sweat from my skin.When she’s done, she lets me under the water and rubs her non-injured hand over my body to get all the soap off. I can’t help it. I am fully hard just from her touch. She looks down before looking back up.
“Make me forget his touch,” she whispers. “Please.”
I told her all she had to do was ask. Turning off the water, I help her over the edge of the tub, following behind her. Once we’ve dried off, I set her on top of the bathroom counter and search for the first aid kit. Opening, I grab some gauze, anti-bacterial spray, and bandages. We’ll get this taken care of at the hospital tomorrow, but for now, I’ll take care of her. I dress the wound, ensuring my touch remains light so as to not cause her any more pain.
Once I’m done, I pick her up, lifting her from the backs of her thighs and carrying her over the bed. I gently place her on the bed and hover over her, looking into her eyes. She looks at me with so much love, and I know that I’ll never do anything to break her heart again. She’s giving me her heart, and I intend to guard it with my life.
Nestled between her legs, I sit up on my knees, looking down at her beautiful body. Taking note of every bruise, I lean down, gently placing a kiss on top of each one. “No one will ever hurt you again, little lioness. Not as long as I am breathing.” I run my hand down her chest, finding her center. She’s already soaking wet for me, and I gather some of it, rubbing it over the top of my cock. Lining myself up with her entrance, I slide in slowly, reveling in the tightness of her pussy and how it stretches for me. “Such a perfect fit,” I tell her. Pulling back out, I thrust back in. I keep this slow agonizing pace up, knowing it’s what drives her crazy the most. She loves it when I slowly build her up.
“Yes, Dean. Right there. Please don’t stop,” she moans.
“Never, baby.” I groan.
I grab both of her wrists, being careful not to touch her hand, and pin them above her head as I continue my slow thrusts.
“Now, Dean. Faster. Please, faster,” she begs, and I do as she commands. Picking up the pace, I thrust faster, feeling that spot inside her swell. She’s close, so I quickly flip her to where she’s on top of me. She lets out a squeal before realizing what just happened.
