"That's not true," I manage to get out, allowing my fingertips to trace the scar I gave him. "You can live without me. You've been doing it for a year, haven't you?"
"Barely," he grunts, kissing me again. "This is so fucking tempting, Dove... How the hell am I supposed to say no to you when you're everything I've ever dreamed of?"
"Don't," I manage. "Don't say no."
He lays me on my back on the shaggy rug in front of the couch. His body cages mine and our kiss turns darker, needier. I'm stealing from him now, not giving a damn about his own needs and only seeing myself. I want him. I need him. I can't survive without Nox's cruel, punishing love. And the worst part is, I'm about to lose it all... All we have left is one night, with the minutes ticking by cruelly and relentlessly.
"When are you meeting the police chief tomorrow?" I whisper.
"Ten a.m."
"Stay with me until then," I beg desperately. "Please, stay with me... Love me..."
"Fuck, Dove." He tries to pull away but I grab the front of his shirt. The pain in his eyes cuts me deep as we look at each other. I'm hurting him. But I can't fucking stop. I need this. Need him.
"Yes," I mutter. "Fuck me. One last time, Nox... Please, show me how much I mean to you..."
"I know what you want me to say," he grunts. "You want me to tell you I love you."
"Don't you?" I ask softly, and he curses out loud. He picks himself up and I shift into a kneeling position. I can tell he's fighting something as his fists tighten and he grabs my long mane of hair. I yelp as he pulls me up.
"I don't love anybody," he says darkly. "But if you want me to fuck you, I can give you a night you'll never forget."
I whimper as he marches me into the impressive bedroom of his luxurious suite. The view from up here is amazing, not that I'm even getting a chance to properly admire it.
"Take your clothes off," Nox barks at me. "Slowly. I want to watch."
He sits on the bed and watches me critically. There's no music in the room but my hips begin to sway anyway to the melody only I can hear. Slowly, I slip the dress off my body until it pools at my feet. I stare right into Nox's eyes as I stand in front of him, raw, real and honest.
His eyes drink in the small curve of my tits and waist. He licks his lips. I know he wants me.
"Come here," he orders me. "Crawl."
I do as I'm told, the hardwood floor burning my knees as I crawl closer and lay my hand on his lap.
"Tell me what you want," Nox orders me. "Beg me for it."
"I want your cock," I manage breathlessly. "Please, I've been without you for so fucking long, Nox..."
"My cock?" he smirks, turning my head to the side so I'm forced to look at his handsome, carved-up face. "Is that all you missed, little bird?"
His old pet name for me feels like a salve on an open wound and I exhale, needy for more of his attention.
"Open your mouth."
I don't obey right away, so he slaps my cheek. My lips part as Nox unzips his pants. I gasp when I see his cock again, my mouth salivating at the sight. I want him. I need this. It's the least he can give me, if he'll really deprive me of seeing him after this.
He slowly pushes his cock in my mouth, then back out again. I let out a frustrated moan but he merely laughs at me.
"You better learn how to work for it, little bird, you don't have much time," he says darkly. "And I want you begging for every single fucking lick."
"P-Please," I manage. How fast the mighty have fallen. I'm so fucking desperate now, so eager for more of this. How was I okay without him only hours ago? I can't live without Nox. I don't want to live without Nox.
"No fucking way," Nox growls. "My cum is going somewhere else, Dove. Can you guess where?"
I look up at him, eyes wide. "My... ass?"
"No," he smirks. "Guess again, little bird."
My eyes dance over his features.
I'm not on protection. I don't know whether he knows that, but he doesn't seem to care much. He never did.
"My pussy," I finally whisper.
"That's right," he smirks. "All that hot seed is going right into your sweet little cunt. Tell me Dove, have you been saving yourself for me?"
I flush furiously. I want to lie to him. I want to hurt him by telling him how many men have been inside me since this, since him. But I can't, because it's not the truth. The truth being that I did save myself. That I kept walls up, walls nobody could break down, not even a man like Raphael Santino...
"You have, haven't you?" he laughs at me. "That's a good girl, Dove. I've been good too. So much pussy I could've had, and I turned it all down. For you. For my little bird."
"Thank you," I whisper in a daze-like state.
"Good girl," Nox repeats, pushing the tip of his cock closer to my lips. I open my mouth, eager for him to fill it, but he pulls back again. "I love toying with your mind, little bird. You look so fucking desperate. How much do you want this?"
"I –"
"No," he cuts me off, grinning darkly. "I want you to show me."
Chapter 41
Nox
Dove seems to understand what I want right away. She pulls herself together with a deep breath, her hands coming to rest on my knees and her chin on top of them.
"You think you're the one holding all the strings, don't you?" she asks softly. "But I know the truth. I know how addicted you are to me. I know you can't help yourself, you have to keep coming back to me, taking more, stealing more from me. You're fucking obsessed, Nox."
"Keep going," I grunt, palming my swollen cock. "Fuck, don't stop, little bird."
“You're so fucking desperate for me to suck your cock," she purrs. "All that cum, building up all year, just so I can have it. How many times did you make yourself come thinking about me, Nox? I know there was nobody else, you don't have to tell me. I know what you’re like. I know you burn for me."
"Suck it," I order her, presenting her with my cock, but the vixen merely smirks, barely touching the tip of her tongue to my wet cockhead, dripping with precum. "Fuck, Dove. Put me out of my misery. Suck my dick."
"Not yet," she says sweetly. "I like this role reversal."
"I don't," I growl.
"Sure," she laughs, swirling her tongue over the slit in my cock again and making me groan out loud. "You keep telling yourself that, Nox..."
Finally, I've had enough of her teasing and torturing. I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet.
"You just had to provoke me, didn't you, Dove?" I smirk against her trembling cheek. "You thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Well, you're fucking not. And now I'm going to make you pay."
I push her onto the bed. She falls on her back and I rip my button-down shirt off, revealing my toned body. She gasps when she sees me again in my full glory, but I don't give her any time to process what's happening. My body cages hers and my cock sticks up between us, eager for the warm embrace of her sweet little cunt.
"You want it?" I tease her with the tip, pressing it against her panties. "Beg."
"Please," she manages to get out. "Please, fucking please Nox, put your cock in me, let me come on it..."
"Oh, already?" I laugh at her helpless struggling body. "I don't think so, little bird. Keep right there, on the edge, like a good little slut. Let me feel that tight cunt again..."
I shove her panties to the side roughly. The sight of her sweet cunt is almost too much for me and I groan, pushing my cock between her silky folds until I'm buried to the hilt in what's always been my home.
"Fuck yes," I growl as I start to fuck her. Dove's eyes are spinning across the room, gasp after gasp escaping her parted lips as I fuck myself closer and closer to an orgasm inside her sweet, forbidden pussy.
"Don't stop," she whispers brokenly.
"No fucking way," I grunt in return. "Not now, not ever, not even if you begged me to..."
"Come," she begs next. "Come in me."
"Not yet," I hiss, enjoying the way her tightness wra
ps around my cock and brings me back home. Fuck, this is what I've been trying to outrun? I never stood a fucking chance... Not with Dove Canterbury, my fucking woman, my fucking life.
"Please," she whispers, and then another thousand pleases escape her lips as I start fucking her. She's like a broken record now, but the sound is sweet to my ears as I continue my assault on her once innocent body.
I've corrupted her. Stolen from her. Ruined her for any other man. I don't know how Dove's going to survive me staying away from her. But I can't think about that now. I have to stay in the moment, right now, when nothing but us matters, when I own her pussy, her body and her mind. She's mine. And nothing's ever going to change that.
"I need your cum," she whispers. "Please. Let me keep it. Let me have it."
"Don't tempt me," I growl. The thought of protection hasn't even crossed my mind, but if she's cool with it, then so am I. Besides, I'm too fucking obsessed with her to stop now. I need to keep going. My cock demands it.
"Please, Nox!" Dove writhes beneath me, reminding me how much I missed her beautiful body, scars and bones and all. She's mine.
A ribbon of doubt unfurls in my chest. Am I doing the right thing by turning myself in for Robin's murder? Should I stay with Dove and help Willa instead?
No.
I can't.
I came back because I wanted to make things right, and I won't be able to rest until I've fixed the shitstorm I've caused in Dove's life. I can't let myself love her without paying the price for my sins. I have to go through with this.
I tune back into the sound of Dove's begging, her voice breaking over the millionth please leaving her lips. I smirk and slap her face, the cheek without the scar, hard. She's shocked into silence and her hurt eyes find mine.
"What?" I smirk. "Don't lie to me and say you didn't like that."
I can see the battle going on inside her head. Knowing she shouldn't like being slapped, because society has ingrained it in her mind that it's wrong. And then the submissive instinct that makes her my little bird. That wants her to give in.
"Beg for another slap," I tell her darkly. "Go on Dove, beg."
She's rendered speechless and I laugh out loud at her, punishing her with my cruelty.
"You don't want to? You want me to stop, little bird?"
"No," she cries out. "Please... I... slap me again."
I hit the other cheek this time and she gasps at the pain before her pretty eyes connect with mine and she breathes, "More."
"You want more?" I ask softly. "You want to get hurt, Dove? Is that what you want?"
She nods eagerly. "Hurt me. Please. Hurt me."
I smirk and attack her bra and panties, ripping them off. She shrieks as I do it, throwing the scraps of fabric on the floor as I lower my lips against her nipple, biting, hurting her. My palms wrap around her throat and I choke the next please out of her, making her succumb to me entirely.
"You asked for this," I remind her, my voice dripping with cruelty. "Begged for it. You love it, don't you? You love being my little abuse toy."
"Fuck." Dove's eyes roll back as I drive my cock deeper and deeper inside her. I can feel myself pulsing with the need to empty my balls into her tight little cunt. I want to give her what she craves so desperately, and yet I'm still holding back. As if I'm not going to give in to my needs... I never could help myself around Dove.
"Please fill me," she whispers. "Please. I waited so long. Give it to me, Nox."
"Say my name," I demand.
"Nox."
"No," I hiss. "Say my real name."
Dove's pretty eyes fly open, connecting with mine. Her voice is nothing but a whisper but the word that leaves her lips feels like a kiss, a caress. "Parker."
I unload my cum inside her then, filling her to the brim. Dove's eyes are alight with passion and something else I don't want to put a name to, because it will make leaving her that much harder. My cock erupts with seed and I hear myself groaning, muttering her name as I drive myself deeper inside, emptying my balls.
It takes me a moment to get it together again after I'm done. I slide off Dove and pull her against me, my fingers going between her legs. Some cum is already leaking out. I bury my nose in her sweet, rose-scented hair and push it back inside her. She has to keep it. It'll be the only memory she has left of me when I'm gone. She needs this.
She mutters my name as I hold her close to me, lost in a state of delirium. It's getting late – or rather, early – and we'll need to be up soon, but something tells me neither of us wants to sleep tonight.
"Why did you come back?" Dove whispers as I run my fingers through her dark locks.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you didn't have to. You could've lived your new life, moved on, never looked back."
"I didn't want to."
"Why not?" she asks.
"You really have to ask?" I kiss her forehead. "It's you, Dove. I can't be without you."
"But being with me means..." She bites her lower lip, avoiding saying it.
"I know what it means," I finish for her. "And I'm willing to do it. Because I..."
She pushes herself up on her elbows. Dove's eyes are beyond hopeful as they meet mine. I've only told her I loved her once, and it was a copout, un-fucking-fair on her. I'm not about to repeat the same mistake.
"You what?" she asks.
"Nothing."
She seems disappointed but doesn't argue with me.
"We should get some sleep," I mutter.
"As if that's going to happen."
Dove's devilish little smile makes me grin wide, too.
"You want to stay up all night?" I ask.
"Of course." She rolls onto her front and rests her head against me. "These could be our last moments together."
I don't answer. Dove taps her finger against my chest and I brush mine through her hair.
"Have you thought about that?" She already sounds choked up, and it makes me feel like shit.
"About what, Dove?" I ask with a sigh.
"About what you're doing to me," she whispers. "To us. You're leaving me. You're abandoning me again."
"As far as I remember, the last time you begged me to leave," I remind her, kissing her head.
"I never m-meant it." She's stuttering now, making me want her again because I love this shy, blushing side of her. "Please, don't leave me again."
"I have to," I reply firmly. "We won't talk about that anymore. You can stay with me right up until I walk into that station, if you want. There's a big chance we won't see each other after that, Dove. A long time might pass before we can be together again. Do you understand?"
I'm pouring salt into our wounds and my little bird does nothing to stop me. But I shouldn't have expected anything else. She knew I was going to do this, she asked me for it. Because Dove and I, we're always hurting one another. It's what we live for. And I'm not going to let her stop me now, when it's my fucking turn.
"You're such a little pain slut," I tell her in a low whisper.
"What's that got to do with anything?" she crinkles her forehead, offended.
"Nothing," I grin. "Just something I really need to remember."
"What else do you know about me?" she wonders.
"Everything." I wink at her. "Try me."
"What's my favorite dish?"
"Pad Thai," I laugh. "Too easy. Come on. Make me work for it."
"Hmm..." She looks up at me through those thick, dark lashes and smiles. I understand in moments like these why I've killed for her. And why I may never stop. "Okay, what about my mother's name?"
"Britta," I smirk.
"Are you kidding me?"
"What?" I shrug. "I know she goes by Brittany, but I figured you'd want her real name."
"Creep." She rolls over but I catch her, pulling her close to me.
"What did you call me?"
"A creep," she giggles as I bite her shoulder. "You're a fucking stalker."
"A stalker?" I whisper in
her ear. "Fuck yeah I am. And you better keep looking over your shoulder for the rest of time, little bird. Because I'll always be fucking watching.
Chapter 42
Nox
We spend the night together. Talking, touching, watching. I memorize the way Dove's fingertips feel as they glide over my skin. I commit her eyes to memory. I get hard and fuck her again. We lie together silently after that. The minutes are ticking by and we both know we'll have to say goodbye soon.
Her desperation kicks in as I get up from the bed, telling her I have to shower and get dressed so we can leave. She starts begging then, first softly, then louder, her words turning into sobs. It fucking breaks me to drag her in the shower and turn the cold water on above us. It showers us in a cool curtain that clears my mind and makes Dove crumble into a ball on the shower tile, sobbing my name and begging me to stay.
I expected this, so I'm prepared.
I wash her hair with her favorite shampoo that I bought when I first got to LA.
I whisper into her ear, telling her she'll be okay and that I'll always be watching. Who would have thought stalking her would be something I'd use to help her feel better.
After our shower, we dry our hair. I tug on Dove's waves while she fusses about her face devoid of any makeup. I tell her she looks beautiful, lying. I can't tell her how she really looks. Heartbreakingly gorgeous, so naturally stunning my heart breaks because I won't be there now, to watch her grow older, wiser, to have my children, to be my wife. I want to fucking cry, but my father showed me that's not a thing a man does, so I fucking don't. Instead, I wipe Dove's tears as she realizes she's better off with a bare face, since she'll be crying more and more as the minutes tick by.
She clings to me as I get dressed and dress her as well. I kiss her forehead.
"You don't have to come with me," I tell her.
"No, please!" She jumps up and throws her arms around my neck. "Please. Let me come with you."
"Only to the door, Dove," I mutter. "I'm going inside alone."
"Okay," she nods, eager. "Just let me come with you, please."
"Fine," I nod. "Come on. Car's waiting downstairs."
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