Page 95 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chase

It had taken us an exceedingly long time to reach my apartment, due to us having to lose a car chasing paparazzi. He had been hanging out outside the gates of Chase’s family home. The man had been bold enough to drive while he snapped photos of Chase’s car, not caring that he endangered other motorist.

The rush of the car chase appeared to have done something to us. Once Paul released us safely into the garage, we move with swift purpose to gain access into my apartment.

I was in such a mad rush to get the door open, I nearly snapped my key off in the lock. Chase’s hands were filled with my tits as we shuffled over the door’s threshold, not even bothering to flip the lights on. The glow from the lights outside, shining in through the drapes, gave the scene the only romantic touch it would get. All we cared about, in this moment, was fucking each other; raw and hard.

Chase released my tits long enough to slam and lock the door. I dropped the keys on the floor and was lifted and whipped around so fast, I lost my breath. The next thing I knew, my silk blouse was gripped and torn open as I was hiking my skirt up.

We were so crazy for each other, buttons were popping as clothes continued to be ripped. The harmonic sound of our anxious heaves livened up my dim living room, sounding like some new communications technique we were forming.

On prior occasions, Chase had fucked me against my door and on my coffee table. This time, when he lifted me, he appeared to be searching for a place to park us. I pointed at the wall behind him. I didn’t care where he fucked me, I just needed him inside me as soon as possible.

My underwear, like the pairs before, were ripped away. My legs were spread wide, and my hips gripped tight in his strong hands. My back was pinned and knocking against the wall. Chase drove his thick length into me with such force, I believed he’d knocked my soul backwards in my body, putting it in time out.

We devoured each other with hungry kisses, exploring hands, and tempting squeezes while he fucked me with a wild need that mirrored mine. He was going home with some scratches tonight because my nails dug deep and my fist clench hard as a way of dealing with his powerful thrust.

“Chase, you’re too deep!” I yelled. “It’s too much. Oh, God, it’s too much.”

“You can take it. Let me see your face. I want to see you taking it.” Was his reply. He started pushing into me harder and deeper, making me gasp as he threatened to knock some internal organ loose.

“Oh God, your pounding me so hard. And it’s so fucking good,” I panted and yelled between sharp breaths.

My ass and back was going to be bruised, but I didn’t give a damn. Chase knew exactly what to do to make me lose my shit and forget about all the drama surrounding our lives.

“I want you to miss this dick while I’m not around.” If that were his mission, he was accomplishing it.

“Aww! Oh shit! Your about to make me come!”

We both came, loud, hard, and sinfully delicious, my pussy pulsing and raining over his throbbing dick.

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Jax

After Chase’s departure, the best I could do was stagger to my couch. He had done such a good job of pleasing me, I found myself slipping in and out of sleep. My heavy eyes attempted to drag themselves back open each time they slid close.

My ripped shirt still managed to cling to my body by a thread and my bra only covered one tit. My skirt had survived the action, and although it was twisted, it had managed to fall back over my legs.

Chase was the sleeping pills I had prescribed myself. His sex was a cure for all that was wrong with me. Night sweats be damned, once Chase got a hold of me I slept like a fat baby in a dry diaper.

My face pinched when my eyes picked up on movement in the mirrored portion of my small bar area. Was that someone attempting to tip toe across my dark living room? Had I fallen asleep? I blinked hard to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.

My skin tightened on my bones and an instant chill erupted over me. Someone’s in my apartment. My heartrate skyrocketed, but I was so stunned, I froze in place.

The intruder must have waited until I had fallen asleep to make an escape. How long had they been inside my apartment?

When I snapped out of my trance, I reached under my couch. My hand went fishing around for the gun my father taught me how to use. Fortunately, I had never had to draw it on anything but targets when my father would take me to the gun range.

Just as my hand tapped the hard grip of my gun to unsnap it from the leather pouch it was sheathed in, the dark figure ran towards me. His shouting registered, but I didn’t understand a word because my mind was focused on freeing my gun.

His heavy fist came down at me. My quick movement dodged his hand but knocked me off balance. Taking advantage of my dilemma, he shoved my shoulder and sent me off the couch to the floor. He didn’t appear to have a gun, and I couldn’t afford to let him get a hold of mine, so I kicked at his legs with all I had. My attempt worked as he yelped in pain and limped away from me, realizing I was going to fight.

I scrambled forward, legs kicking and arms flailing, sliding on my stomach to get back to my couch. Once I had my gun secure and in my hand, I lifted and pointed it at the man. Sliding on my ass, I pushed my back against my couch to get myself to a standing position. He had made it as far as my door.

The metallic click of my Glock, froze him in place, just as he was reaching for the front door lock. “Take one more step and I will be painting my walls with your fucking brains.”

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