Page 95 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“Please, please don’t say no.”

How the fuck could I when she was practically vibrating with sadness, crying in my mouth and asking me to take her pain away? What the hell had she seen?

I let her pull my t-shirt off me, her hands running over my bare chest sending sparks down my skin. I held her face and kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, tasting the saltiness of her tears on my lips.

“I love you, Avery,” I told her.

She choked out a sob, a fresh set of tears spilling down her face.

“Shh, shh, don’t cry.”

“Aiden, it was horrible. What he showed me was awful. I can’t. I can’t do this anymore. Please.”

I captured her mouth again, swallowing her words. I couldn’t stand to hear how upset she was, to know what she’d been through caused her so much fucking misery. My hands went to her towel, tugging it from her body. I trailed my fingers down her bare spine. She arched into me, her hands gripping my shoulders.

My mouth left hers. I trailed kisses down her jaw and neck. Across her collarbone, down her chest until I met her breasts. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I sucked and nipped it lightly knowing she needed a gentle touch rather than a rough one. She asked me to make love to her.

She mewled softly, clutching me tighter. Fuck. That noise. Everything about this girl gave me fucking heart palpitations and made my dick hard. I pulled her into my lap, grinding her against my thoroughly confined and aching cock.

“Aiden,” she moaned.

She fucking knew what that did to me. My hand on her hip fell between her legs, stroking her pussy. Wet already. It was as if being close to each other was the spark, igniting the flame which constantly burnt between us.

“Please, Aiden, I need you.”

I shifted her back slightly so I could reach my jeans. Her doe eyes held mine as I fumbled with the button and the zip. Finally freeing myself, I shoved my jeans and boxers down my thighs and pulled her back towards me. I held my cock as she sunk down on me slowly, inch by inch. She let out an agonising cross between a sob and a moan. It broke my fucking heart.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in it as she rose and fell on my cock. I didn’t know what else to do but hold her, kiss her and let her take what she needed from me.

“I love you,” I whispered against her skin. “I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m never letting you go. I love you. I love you so much.”

She cried into my shoulder, gut-wrenching sobs echoing around the hallway, but not once did she stop in her rhythm. I didn’t know if this was fucking helping her or not. I didn’t know what else she needed. That feeling of helplessness struck me again. I pressed my face into her hair.

“Avery, please, please don’t cry.”

“I can’t… I can’t stop.”

“Princess.”

“They all need to die, Aiden. All of them. They’re monsters.”

Her words chilled me to the bone. I never expected her to want people dead. She knew I would take their lives, but to have her actually express wanting it to happen was a new one on me.

“Is that what you need from me? To end them.”

“Yes.”

I kissed her hair. It would be better on my conscience than hers. I was already a killer. More bodies wouldn’t make a difference to me. The pricks deserved it anyway after what they’d done.

“Okay, princess. We’ll end them. I’ll make sure they can’t hurt anyone else. Okay?”

She nodded, pulling away from my shoulder. I wiped her tears from her face with my thumb. She took my hand and looked down at my bruised knuckles, her brow furrowing.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t hurt anyone. I took out my frustration on the bag.”

She kissed each knuckle one by one before grabbing my other hand and kissing those knuckles too. Caring for me even though she was suffering herself. That was Avery all over. My girl. Such a fucking selfless soul.

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