Page 112 of Love Me Again

“Just say where baby,” I murmur in her ear, making her smile, and she nudges me away with her shoulder. I chuckle and take her hand, kissing her palm before I place it on my thigh. Considering she’s on the way to face Sophie after the hell she’s put her through, she’s in good spirits.

“So, have you given any thought to what you’re going to say to Sophie when you see her?” Josh asks from the back seat, almost as if he read my mind. Shayla’s face falls at the mention of her name, and the playful expression on her face disappears, and an icy exterior takes its place.

I glance at her, and she turns to look at me. “I’ve been picturing what I would say to her for months. I’m going to hit her where it hurts.” She explains, holding my gaze, and I nod. “You might want to sit this one out,” Shayla says, turning to face Josh, looking at her questioningly.

“When you say, ‘hit her where it hurts,’ you don’t mean in the literal term, I take it?” Josh questions warily, and Shayla looks at me before she shrugs and faces the front again. “Please tell me you’re going to slap the bitch around a little bit?”

“I’ll decide when I see the deranged bitch.” Shayla mutters acidly, her hands fisting in her lap.

The women's prison was an hour away in Maidstone from where those sick fucks were being kept. I tried so hard to keep it together and not kill that fucker. When he said those words to her, how he thinks about her while he’s in bed, Josh had to hold me back. I was ready to rip his fucking head off. Well, his dick will no longer be functional...or exist for that matter. Best eight million I have ever spent. Thankfully, the system is corrupt, and it didn’t take too much to get them to agree. Every time they look down and see their dismantled cocks, it will be a reminder of what they did to my girl. I wince just thinking about the pain they will suffer. Imagine having your dick shredded to pieces. I could have had them be taken care of, but dying is just not an option for them. I want them to live in fear, every single day for the rest of their lives.... they will suffer and get fucked up by someone ten times more twisted than they are.

We pull up at the women's prison, and we make our way through the gates where the guards lead us to where Sophie is being kept. Shayla, Josh, and I walk through the back, and they take us to a room isolated at the end of the building. Two guards stop outside the door, and they look at Shayla, who stares at Sophie through the glass. She had a busted lip and a black eye. They chew up and spit out pretty girls like Sophie in places like this, and she’s clearly suffering if the state of her is anything to go by.

“What happened to her?” Shayla asks, looking back at the guard who eyes Sophie sitting cuffed to a chair.

“She got roughed up by one of the big girls in here. Pretty, spoilt, rich girls aren’t liked very much around here—especially when they found out what she did to you.” Shayla nods and pushes the door open before she walks into the room, and Sophie looks up when she hears the door open and her blue eyes go wide with surprise when she sees Shayla and I walk in.

“Surprise bitch.” Shayla utters, standing in front of her. I lean against the wall, and Sophie turns her gaze to me, and I glower at her. Shayla whistles and takes a step closer to Sophie, following her gaze to me, and looks at her again. “He looks good, doesn’t he?”

“You should be rotting six feet under right about now.” Sophie hisses her frosty eyes on Shayla, who smirks.

“And you should be sipping champagne in some pretentious restaurant, but… here we are,” Shayla mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. “Orange really isn’t your colour. All though it does go well with the black eyes you’re sporting there.” She pushes her finger against it, and Sophie hisses and pulls her head back.

“Is that why you’re here, to give me fashion tips?” Sophie snarls, and Shayla shakes her head.

“No, I came here to tell you personally that you failed, and your little plan tanked just like I told you it would.”

Sophie grins, biting her lip a little. “Maybe, but it wasn’t a complete failure. I hear those brothers fucked you up real good. If you’re alive and standing there today, it’s because of me.” She hisses haughtily. “If I hadn’t told them where you were, you’d still be rotting in that little room. You owe your pathetic life to me. I should have known those two idiots would get too distracted and greedy, making you their little whore and not kill you right away. I should have finished the job myself.”

Shayla grabs Sophie by the throat and shoves her back while she leers at her. “You should have.”

“I’ll get it right next time,” Sophie whispers, glaring up at Shayla, who licks her lips. “After all, I have nothing but time to plot your demise, you little whore.”

“Give it your best shot. I fucking dare you.” Shayla utters gravely. “You don’t have what it takes to hurt me, Sophie. I bet you lay there in your infested cell thinking you broke me. Well, I have news for you, honey. You only made me stronger.” Shayla says and steps back before she punches Sophie hard across the face. Sophie cries out, and her nose starts to bleed. “That’s for laying a finger on my daughter, you psychotic bitch.”

Sophie shakes off Shayla’s punch and lifts her eyes to her again before she looks at me, smirking. “How does it feel, Tristan, knowing your perfect little Shayla is tainted and damaged. That purity that you loved about her is no more. I bet it haunts you, doesn’t it? Every time you touch her or kiss her, you see them all over her. Do you taste them on her skin? Does she flinch when you touch her?” Sophie grins wickedly, and I straighten from my leaning position, staring at her angrily.

“Oh, you pathetic bitch. Is that what you think when you’re locked up in that dingy cell all day? Is that what helps you get through the nights?” I question, walking over. Sophie watches me closely as I near her. “There is no force strong enough to ever put me off Shayla.”

I smirk. “I could so easily beat you to an inch of your fucking life, but those wounds will eventually heal. No. I’m going to hit you where it really fucking hurts, you sadistic cow. While you’re lying there night after night staring at the walls in your cell for the next twenty years. I’ll be in bed, in the arms of the man you so desperately love.” Shayla declares, lowering herself to Sophie's eye level. “I’m going to burn an image in your twisted brain, so you see it every time you close your eyes.” She adds and smirks before she turns to look at me.

I dismiss the guards in the room, and they walk out, leaving us alone in the room with Sophie. I lick my lips and take a step, drawing Shayla against me. She looks up at me, and I smile before I kiss her long and deep, making her moan when I suck her tongue teasingly. I moan and pull back, pressing my forehead to hers while she pants. “I’m hungry baby,” I growl, staring lustily into her gorgeous green eyes, and she grins.

“Are you now?” She drawls, raising a brow, and I bite my lip and nod, staring at her lips. “I have something I just know you would love to eat.” My brows go up with interest, and she smirks and turns her gaze to Sophie, who was watching us in horror, her blue eyes drowning in tears. I brush my lips against the shell of Shayla’s ear and nip gently.

“You sure?” I whisper, and she nods, looking up at me, a devious look in her eyes. Shayla wants me to eat her out and have Sophie watch. That’s very twisted and cunning, but I love it. Sophie had this coming. She needs to see that she hasn’t broken us, and maybe that will wipe the smug smirk off her fucking face.

I pick Shayla up into my arms and kiss her hungrily before I lay her down on the table in front of Sophie, whose face was contorted with disgust. “What the fuck is this?!” She screams, pulling on her restraints. “Guard! Get me out of here!” Sophie shouts, tugging on her cuffs wildly.

Shayla looks at her with a grin. “Shh, they can’t hear you.” I kiss Shayla’s thigh as I peel down her jeans and underwear. Is it wrong that I’m rock hard right now? “Bon appetite, baby.” She moans, her eyes on Sophie. I lick my lips readily as I look at her perfect pussy.

“Christ baby.” I groan as I lower my head between her legs and lick slow and luxuriously up her slit. Shayla moans, curling her fingers in my hair. Sophie had a perfect view of Shayla’s face so she could watch while she climaxes.

“Ohhh baby, yes, right there.” Shayla moans, rocking her hips up as I suck her clit hard. She whimpers and writhes as I flick my tongue against her clit teasingly. It’s been a while, so she won’t take long to orgasm, and she’s going to come hard. I moan appreciatively as I continue to devour her pussy.

“Guard! Hey! Get me the fuck out of here right now!” Sophie shouts, whimpering, pulling hard on her cuffs. Shayla and I were too engrossed in one another to even acknowledge her. Shayla starts to shudder as she nears her release. She stills and grips the edge of the table she was lying on.

“Uhh Cole, yes, I'm coming, baby. Oh, I’m commming! Cole!” Shayla whimpers, and I lift my eyes to Sophie’s as I give Shayla that final lick, and she goes over, crying my name as she orgasms. I groan, lapping up her honey while she quivers and pants to catch her breath.

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