Page 111 of Dead Love
She needed this to be enough right then, but it wasn’t enough for me.
I pulled her by the arm until she was straddling me, her naked body pressing into mine. My cock swelled between us. I grit my teeth, grinding her hips into my lap. She rocked back and forth, then kissed me, and my tongue swarmed inside of her, knowing that I might never get what I wanted.
She broke from me, her eyes flinching to the clock. She wanted me, but she wanted to go home too. Part of me knew she would get in trouble if I kept her here, and in some ways, I wanted her to be punished. As if that could prove to her she deserved more than she realized.
Which was why I was the one who deserved the punishment.
“Hit me,” I said. She blinked her eyes, so I grabbed her by the throat. “I said,hit me,flower.”
Her jaw dropped but she slapped my face hard, the fire from her palm ricocheting through me. I turned back to her slowly; I tasted blood.
Kora held her hand close to her chest in shock. But we both knew what this meant. And I didn’t want to accept it right then.
I wouldn’t.
I pushed my cock into her pussy, her body twitching on top of me. I guided her hips, making her fuck me, slamming into her. She groaned, her eyes scrunched at the pain, my cock going deeper, hitting her cervix, her velvet walls clutched me. Finally, those groans surrendered, mixing into a pleasure-filled growl. I grabbed her throat again, keeping her steady, and she hit me again, punching my face. The pain rocked through me, and I grinned, baring my teeth, beckoning her to do it again. And she did—until I squeezed her neck so hard that her face turned a purplish-red and her hands pulled at my wrists and the first pulse of an orgasm burst through me.
I let go. She gasped for breath, holding her neck; her pussy clenching with every cough. My come dripped out of her, wetting our thighs. I grabbed her ass, lifting her up, then threw her down on the mattress. I found my boxers and pants, then dressed quickly. She stood, but I ignored her.
Her shadow on the floor was as still as a statue, waiting for my response. But she was going now. Back home. To her mother. What was there to say?
She pulled her hoodie over her arms, then lifted her phone. “My mother will be here in a few minutes.”
I said nothing. The urge to argue with her burned inside me. But I didn’t need to argue that. She had accepted that her mother was on her way. And I wasn’t going to stop her.
Because it was her decision, wasn’t it?
We stood outside in silence. She leaned down, wrapping her arms around the three dogs as they licked her face. She glanced over her shoulder at me. I crossed my arms.
A car pulled into the driveway, and Shea’s eyes seethed at me.Stay away from my daughter.
But no matter what I did, I was always drawn back to Kora, like she was to me.
“I’ll see you soon?” Kora asked. Shea waved at me, wiggling her fingers like she knew she had won.
Kora wanted to live in both worlds. I had to accept that. But I wanted to do something for Kora, to prove to her that life was more than going between two sides. She had found an art contest for me; I could do something for her too. And even without that, she should have something for herself, and for herself, alone.
At work, I used the laptop to search the database of a real estate website. A lot, about two blocks away from the flower shop, was for sale, and for a considerably low price. Surprisingly low, in fact. It would be perfect. The lot was far enough away that she would have some distance from her mother’s shopandfrom me. But the important part was that she could build her greenhouse there. I would fund it, but I would put everything under her name. I put in an offer, then went back to work.
A few hours later, I dialed Kora’s number, my chest tight.
“Mr. Erickson.” My blood ran cold. Shea. I clenched my fist.
“Where’s Kora?”
“I’m afraid she lost her phone privileges,” Shea said. “If she wants to stop sneaking out at night, I’ll give her the phone back.”
“Where is she?” I growled.
“I dropped her off at her father’s fundraiser.” She took a deep breath. “And this is a courtesy to let you know I filed a restraining order against you this morning. If you come near me or my daughter, my husband will make sure that you never see the light of day again.”
She was full of shit. “The restraining order will only work if Kora is willing to use it,” I said.
“I’m sure her new husband will use it.”
My blood ran cold. “What husband?”
“Andrew signed the marriage license last night. The judge too. All we need is her signature.” She chuckled. “But I could sign for her.”
