Page 57 of Truth
Letting go of her wrists, I give a side glance to George, who just shrugs. “Home,” I growl at him and turn back to her. “We’ll talk when we get home.” My voice is harsh and leaves little room for argument, but I’m sure she’ll find some.
“Don’t you order me around. I said now.” Always so damn feisty. She isn’t going to let this go, forcing my hand.
“Out,” I bark, causing the car to pull to the side of the road and George to exit just as quickly. The shock on her face is appropriate. “This conversation is for us; the fewer ears, the better. Do you understand? I mean it.” I’m relieved at the understanding that crosses her face.
“You have my word.” Her voice is serious and honest. I trust her implicitly, but I feel restless starting the conversation.
“On second thought, let us take the walk.” She nods in agreement, grabbing the handle and exiting first onto the sidewalk. I follow behind and nod to the door, looking at George. “Stay close.”
“Absolutely.” He takes his place at the steering wheel.
I offer Drew my arm, and she wraps her hand around my bicep. We set off down the empty sidewalk, walking quietly for a block, in and out of the shadows cast by the streetlamps. This quiet in the city feels as ominous as the reality I’m about to share. We take a turn down another quiet street, and I release my tension with a breath.
“Whatever it is, it won’t change how I feel.” Her words fill the spaces of doubt I didn’t even know I had.
“I have a large family…the kind of family that has connections, debts to be paid from a lot of people.” She nods her understanding, letting her eyes grow a little wider. “My father left that family so that he could have a normal life, outside the morally flexible activity. He was dead to them. So were we, until they died.” She reaches out for my hand and squeezes it. Her gesture makes me feel guilty for what I’m about to say. “I did what I had to do to protect Luca, and sometimes that meant living in a grayer area. You have to understand, I was a very angry boy that became an angry man, which made me dangerous.”
“Made? Makes…” She levels her stare at me.
“Yes, you’re correct—makesme a dangerous man, and my uncle was all too happy to use my issues to his advantage. He helped fuel a monster willing to help him rise to power, but he’s my family. I would’ve helped him regardless. Those who live on the edges of this underbelly understand just how dangerous I am. I was the man you saw before taking your last breath.”
The tears falling down her cheeks gut me. “Was or am?”
Fuck, I swore I would never break her, and now I’m scared to death I have to, but if she wants me, I have to give her all of me. I have to give the truth. Reaching for her cheek, I wipe the tears away. “Was. But I will always be a dangerous man. My history can’t be erased, but you saw past the monster to the man my father created.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes glisten with more tears but never break contact from mine.
“Tell me how you got that scar by your lip again?” Her smile is her acceptance.
“Coffee table, but this one—” I raise my hand showing a long white scar on the side of my palm. “This one was from a knife fight.” She grabs my hand and kisses my scar, a worried expression falling on her beautiful face.
“Never again. No more blood.” Turning her attention forward, she releases my arm and puts her arms across her chest tightly. “You must have been so lost, so frightened as a child, but you were so brave.” I watch her walk ahead of me, bound by her own arms and her worry for me as a child. I want to take it away. I just stand, watching her walk, and then I step into the shadows of the alley we’ve passed, sinking into the anonymity of the dark. Just watching her.
“King? Did you hear…” She turns, looking over her shoulder and then around for me. “King? Where the hell did you go?” She looks side to side, putting eyes on our car ahead. “King! Goddammit, this is not the time for fucking games.”
“Are you afraid?” I whisper from the dark. She shoots in my directions, wild eyes searching the dark, cheeks flushed as understanding settles in. She needs this as much as I do.
“Never. It’s you that should be afraid. My eyes are wide open, and this is still my only choice. You’re so scared that you won’t be able to be here in the light with me, but I’d prefer to join you in the shadows.”
I’ve never loved another person more than I love her.
I know she can’t see me, but her eyes seem to find mine as she walks directly toward me. The moment she reaches the edge of the darkness, she halts, nervous, scared by what she can’t see. I watch her eyes and the doubt in them and see it settle into resolve, so I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her into the blackness of the alley and pressing my hand over her mouth. “Shhh. I’m taking what I want, here in this alley. You have to be quiet, or people will start to investigate…”
Nodding her head yes, I slowly release my hand from her mouth, then run it down her throat, down farther to her breast. She lets out a small moan and grabs the front of my shirt. “Quiet, baby, or we’ll have to find you a gag again.” The thought makes me unbearably hard, and I crash down into her mouth, mixing tongues and hitting teeth as we claw at each other. She rips at my suit jacket, pulling it down off my shoulders, but I catch one of her hands and bring it to the wall, spinning her around to face the brick. Her hands slap against the building, and her breath is almost as loud.
I press her to the brick wall, grinding my cock against her rear. “I’ll never be the man you deserve, but I’ll always be the one who loves you most.”
“And I you.”
Grabbing her by the hair, I pull her head back and attack her neck, kissing and sucking while she grinds her backside into me over and over. She uses the wall as an anchor to build the pressure between us. I reach around and gather her skirt, slipping a finger between her wet, hot folds, caressing and rubbing her clit. She wraps one arm back around my neck as we find a rhythm, dry humping in the darkened alley.
“King…” she moans.
“More, I want more,” I growl, possessed by my desire to be inside of her.
“You can have it all,” she breathes.
I grab her arm, turning her around and pushing her back against the wall, hitching her right leg up and angling her body just right to thrust my hard cock inside her. “Jesus, I want to tear you apart, bury myself deep inside of you.” Pushing in over and over, harder and harder, I set the pace of my punishing motions, enveloped by her warmth. My cock is strangled by her own need to swallow me whole inside her. “Fuck, Drew, this is my home. I want to die inside this pussy. I’m going to fuck you against this wall and fill you with my cum. I want you to feel it dripping down your leg as we walk, to serve as my mark. Nobody will ever touch what’s mine.”
