Page 182 of Pay for Your Lies

At least that’s the story for anyone who comes looking, not that I think anyone will. In reality, he was tortured, dismembered and incinerated in various Chicago crematoriums.

Thayer doesn’t ask questions, happy to live in blissful ignorance, and I say nothing, happy to know that he was in pain until the bitter end and wishing I could have found a way to bring him back to life just so I could kill him again.

Thayer isn’t allowed to visit her mother while she’s in detox, she can only write her a letter that will be given to her once she clears that phase. She writes to tell her how proud she is of her and tells her she hopes that she’ll be able to stay sober this time.

Only time will tell, but it’s a good start.

We spend a lot of time with Trish and Nolan who after one conversation with me tells Thayer, “Much better than Carter.”

My chest puffs out and I give her a proud smile at that. My smile only gets bigger as she tells him there’s “no comparison”.

It takes an Olympic sized amount of willpower to resist fucking her against the wall when she says that, but somehow I manage.

She shows me around Chicago and I fall in love with the city. It’s got a great food and music scene and I could feel at home here if she decides this is where she wants to live.

I’ll follow her wherever she wants to go.

Five days into her recovery, she tries to send me back to Switzerland so I can meet with the Arsenal scout who’s in town. There’s no way I’m leaving her behind, especially not when she’s injured, so I simply raise an eyebrow and keep watching the movie.

The next day, there’s an email in my inbox from him. Apparently Coach Matthews showed him some tape and he wants to offer me a contract.

Thayer screams so loudly when I tell her, I’m afraid she’s going to hurt her bruised vocal cords. She doesn’t care, she simply throws her arms around me and squeals excitedly, congratulating me.

I love that I can share those moments with her.

Today marks a week since I walked in and saw the most horrifying thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Thayer pinned against a wall, getting choked out by a man as the life drained out of her.

My heart was ripped out of my chest at that moment and it’s only through watching her slowly recover that I’ve been able to sow it stitch by stitch back where it belongs.

To celebrate the milestone, I went out and got tacos from Thayer’s favorite place. I’ve come to learn that she can never get enough tacos.

I slide my keycard into the slot and walk into the presidential suite, coming to a stop when I see Thayer. She’s clad in nothing but her bra and underwear and lying suggestively on the bed with her leg bent as she gives me a seductive look.

“What are you doing?” I growl.

She sits up, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra before removing it and revealing her amazing tits.

“Waiting for my boyfriend to fuck me.”

I drop the bag to the floor and cross the room to her in hurried steps before cupping the back of her neck and crashing my lips against hers.

She moans excitedly, her arms pushing my coat off my shoulders as my frenzied fingers rip open the buttons of my shirt before I yank it off.

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to hurt her. There are still lingering shadows of the bruises on her neck and I don’t want to add to them by being too rough.

At least not this time.

“Yes, fuck me.”

I pounce. She falls back against the bed with a giggle as I crawl over her. I start by kissing her mouth and then move up the line of her jaw and down her neck to her chest where I suck her nipple into my mouth.

My other hand comes out to tweak the other one so neither feels neglected. I pinch her left nipple at the same time as I bite the right, and her back arches off the bed and into my touch.

I move down her body until I’m between her legs. I yank her hips down to the edge of the bed and rip her panties off before diving between her folds. I lap at her center, my tongue moving up and down her slit as my teeth graze her clit.

She thrashes on the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as she closes her eyes and calls my name.

“Look at me,” I growl, with my mouth still on her skin, “Look at me when I eat your pussy.”

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