Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two)

by Marie Skye

  “Let’s begin.”

  I looked over the way his voice came from, but wasn’t sure over the music. Suddenly, I felt the strands of a flogger across my abdomen and I yelped out, taken by surprise. Three more lashes struck me before I felt Grayson’s mouth latch onto my pussy, and I screamed out. I couldn’t even reach out to touch him since I was restricted. He moved away from me just as quickly and retreated back into the shadows.

  “I need you, Emmalin.” I tried looking to see where he was standing, but couldn’t see over the red lights. I felt the St. Andrews cross beginning to turn in a full circle.

  “Grayson.”

  A lash hit me on the back, and I gasped. This one didn’t feel like the flogger. It had a flatter end. I couldn’t quite make out what it was. I felt his mouth enclose around my nipple, and I moaned. “I like that sound,” he rasped. His hands roamed up and down my body, and I felt myself starting to go languid and wanton. One of his hands reached up and around my neck, and I started to freeze.

  I want you to think of me, every time he fucks you.

  “Stop it, Emmalin!” Grayson backed away from me, delivering several more hits, including some light slaps on my pussy. I was panting hard now. His mouth claimed mine, kissing me hard, and I moaned in his mouth; his erection grinding against my stomach. His hand tightened in my hair, controlling every movement, and I gave in.

  His hand trailed down my stomach slowly until he reached my mound. “Mmm. There it is,” he whispered against my lips. “My pussy is wet.”

  I whimpered as his hand gently stroked through my wet folds. “But we both know I prefer you wetter. Dripping. Isn’t that right?”

  I nodded, getting completely lost in the sensation of his fingers. Grayson bent down, pulling a nipple into his mouth. I threw my head back as he lightly bit down. He dropped down the rest of my body and unfastened my legs, wrapping them around him, with his cock hovering at my entrance. I wanted him so achingly bad.

  I want you to think of me, every time he fucks you.

  “Are you in your head, baby?”

  I shook my head as a fresh set of tears started to wash over me. “I need you.”

  He leaned into my neck, sucking it hard before biting. “Who owns you?”

  “You, just you.”

  He slowly started to sink in, but just an inch.

  I want you to think of me, every time he fucks you.

  “Look at me, Emmalin. Look at my face. I want you to see me, and no one else. Do you hear me?”

  I want you to think of me, every time he fucks you.

  My eyes snapped closed.

  “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Your. Head,” he said through gritted teeth. Grayson leaned down and bit my shoulder, and I gasped. “Look at me. You only look at me and hear me. No one else and nothing else. Focus on me.”

  I nodded, as my eyes filled with tears, and he licked a fallen tear. “I’ll keep you here all night, tied up. You know I will. Fight it, Emmalin. Fight him. Don’t let that son of a bitch win. Don’t let him defeat you.” He inched in more, and I moaned, panting hard.

  “Don’t let him take your mind. Don’t let him take your body. This is my fucking body, not his. You take me, dammit!”

  He was more than halfway in now. He held my face firm as I focused solely on him, and I blocked every thought of that night from swimming back up.

  “That’s right, baby, drown it out. Feel me. Drown it out. You and me, remember? Our love is stronger than this. You and me.”

  I nodded, trying to push it all down. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

  “Feel. Me,” Grayson said one last time before he thrusted all the way in, and I gasped, not taking my eyes off him. He stilled, and the only sound was the blood rushing through my ears. Grayson didn’t move a muscle. It felt like an ocean of waves had finally departed, and I finally took a deep breath, suddenly feeling calm. Serene even. He started to move achingly slow, to get me acclimated.

  It had been so long since we felt each other, it was almost like the first time. His eyes penetrated mine deeply like he was trying to see into my soul.

  “If I do this,” his hand reached up to my neck and he applied light pressure, “I’m claiming you, because you’re mine. Never to hurt you. Understand?”

  I nodded as his pelvis bone grinded against my clit. “If I want to call you angel, you don’t shut down on me. It’s because I’m claiming you. Claiming you is my right. It’s never to hurt you. Understand?”

  I nodded as his pelvis grinded into my clit again, sending another bolt of pleasure through me. He had me close. So fucking close, and fuck I needed it.

  “Whose body is this?” He reached down and started rubbing my clit and I cried out.

  “Yours.”

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  Fuck, I was nearly there, as his rubbing got harder. “Yours.”

  “Are you in your head, baby?”

  I could see him straining to hold back. He wanted to go over, just as badly as I did. I pulled his bottom lip with my teeth and he groaned. “You’re in my head,” I panted out.

  “Fuck, baby, come!”

  I leaned my head back as I shattered around him. He leaned forward, biting the column of my neck, as he chased his own orgasm. I squeezed him with everything I had as I gripped my restraints tighter.

  “You’re in my head. You’re in my head. You’re in my head,” I continuously whispered, over and over again, as he reached up and untied each arm, wrapping them around his neck. He carried us to the bed across the room, laying us down gently.

  He softly kissed and licked each tear that was streaming down my face, as I continued whispering ‘you’re in my head.’ I kept whispering, while he cleaned us up.

  He leaned over me, deepening our kiss. I pulled back slightly. “Thank you.”

  He moved on top of me, already hard, as he nudged my legs further apart. He aligned himself up to my entrance, and thrusted in, right when he leaned down to kiss me, and I gasped, wrapping my legs around him with the need to pull him closer. He clasped both of our hands together, before peering down at me.

  “Welcome back.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  We were gradually trying to get our life back in order. I still had to see a counselor twice a week, but we were working on getting our sex life back in order. That night at Tesh changed everything for me. It helped tremendously. We weren’t screwing like rabbits like we used to, but we were having some intimacy, and I wasn’t struggling to get through it.

  Going out in public was still a struggle and a scare for me. If Grayson wasn’t with me, then I needed someone with me at all times, and I honestly hated that. I felt like I needed some kind of protection with me. Carson was dead, yes, so he couldn’t hurt me. Ashley was locked away, but I was still scared.

  I was told that this was a normal part of my healing process. I’d eventually get over it, but it wasn’t soon enough. Sometimes I couldn’t go out at all, and other days, I was completely fine. My phone beeped to an incoming text.

  Chace: Just got here. I told Alistair I’d take you home

  I looked around the restaurant as I sipped my water. I was meeting Chace for lunch. My first time really seeing him since everything happened. He walked over to our table in the back, and I silently laughed at the way everyone looked at him. His hair was blond, although these days, it was looking darker. He had broad shoulders; very muscular, and tanned. He was sexy. And the best friend of the man I was in love with. He leaned down, giving me a kiss on the top of my head.

  “Sorry I’m late, honey cream.”

  I crinkled my brow. “Honey cream?”

  “Oh, Emmalin. Are you asking me to taste your honey cream?” He cocked an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair, eyeing me lazily.

  My mouth slightly hung open. “I physically want to throw up right now. Do you really pick up women that way? If so, I am sordidly disappointed in all women if they swoon over that bullshit.”

  He smiled w
ide and shrugged. “Hey, sometimes it works. Don’t knock the king, babe. Don’t knock the king. Who do you think taught Grayson?”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “Grayson didn’t call me honey cream the first time I met him, if I recall. In fact, nothing of the sort.”

  “Well, my teaching has clearly failed.”

  The server came and took our orders. Chace went on about some job assignment. In the distance, I heard a baby crying and started honing in on that. Then I heard a loud bang, and I jumped, looking around immediately. Chace grabbed my hand, bringing my attention back to his.

  “Hey. You okay?”

  I was so focused on him that I didn’t notice our server had sidled up directly behind me.

  “Ma’am?”

  I screamed as she jumped back, spilling her tray of newly replenished drinks. I placed my hand over my chest and stood up. “You can’t do that! You can’t sneak up behind me.” My eyes started to fill with tears. Chace stood up, placing a calming hand on my shoulder.

  I turned to him and the still shocked server. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  “No, ma’am, I’m so sorry. I’ll have this cleaned up immediately.”

  A manager came running over. “Mr. Cartwright. Ms. Ross, our sincerest apologies for that. We’ll seat you at another table immediately.” I saw the manager give the server a stern look.

  “It wasn’t her fault. I don’t want anything happening to her job.” I looked at the server, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. The manager looked at her and nodded.

  “Of course. Accidents happen. Let us seat you elsewhere, please."

  After being seated at a new table, I shut my eyes and took several deep breaths. When I opened my eyes, Chace was staring at me with a look of concern etched across his face.

  “Are you okay?”

  I slowly nodded. “I still have some anxiety. Some days are better than others. Some days, I’m completely fine. Others, I feel like I’m tunneling down a dark road, and I can’t breathe.” I gave him a weak smile. “But I’m fighting. At least, I’m trying to.”

  “You’re stronger than you think you are, beautiful. You’ve fought harder than anyone I know. That’s some hardcore ninja type shit there. You have a bunch of us fighting in your corner for you. Never forget that.” He tapped the tip of my nose with his finger.

  Leave it to Chace to be all sentimental and shit. When did that happen?

  “You’re sure you’re okay to take me home?”

  “Of course.” I watched as he dug around in his pocket. “Shit, I had too much water.” He looked at me and frowned. I swatted him on the chest.

  “Go, I’ll wait here.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, it’s nice out.”

  “Okay. Don’t move.” I watched as he jogged back into the building. I turned my face up toward the sun. It really was nice out here.

  “Emmalin?”

  I turned at the sound of my name, and I froze. I looked back toward the restaurant. “I can’t be here with you. You need to go.” I edged closer to the restaurant.

  “I just need a minute, Emmalin, and I’ll be gone.”

  I looked behind me. Chace would return soon. “You have about thirty seconds, Dale.”

  He smiled. “That’s more than enough time. I just wanted to give you something. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. I eyed the envelope suspiciously.

  “Why?”

  He cocked his head. “I told you a long time ago, I had business with you.” With that, he turned and left. I stared at the manila envelope before shoving it in my purse.

  Chace rejoined me. “Who was that?”

  “No one,” I whispered.

  Chapter Thirty

  While Grayson and Chace were playing a game of pool, I decided to see what the hell was in this envelope. I locked myself in the bathroom and pulled it out hesitantly. I was scared to open it. With good reason, of course, since the last time someone gave me a manila envelope, it contained pictures of Grayson’s sexual exploitations.

  I shakily untied the string and poured the contents out. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the documents. My hands started shaking so bad at what I was looking at, and I dropped the picture several times. My eyes filled with tears.

  It couldn’t be. A cry left my throat.

  I picked up the note that was included with the picture. It took me several tries to read it, to truly understand what it meant. I buried my face in my hands as tears overtook my body. He doesn’t even know.

  I shut my eyes, thinking of what I had to do. Thinking of what would be the right thing to do, and if I made the wrong choice, could I live with myself? Worst of all, if he found out, could he forgive me, knowing he had another choice? The original choice.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  "Whenever you're ready, Emmalin."

  I looked up at Alistair. "Thank you." He sat in the driver’s seat, while I sat in the back. I agreed to meet with Isabella for lunch. I had scheduled and rescheduled thirteen times, and now we were sitting out in front of the restaurant, and I couldn't bring myself to get out of the damn car.

  It’d been two weeks since Dale had dropped information on me that would change my life forever, and I was sitting here like a ticking bomb, with a decision to make that was going to change my life forever.

  I took a deep breath as anxiety started to set in. I was having more and more of that lately. She was my friend. My best friend, yet I felt like I couldn't face her. It wasn't so much that I couldn't face her, as it was being out in public. How long have we been sitting at this curb? I checked my watch. Only 10 minutes so far. I gripped the handle of the door, preparing to open it, but couldn't bring myself to pull the lever. Shit. I could just send her a text and tell her another time. Before I had time to dole out a full text, the door on the other side opened, and Isabella scooted in. I looked at her, stunned, and she smiled at me, as she gently took ahold of my hand, turning toward Alistair.

  "We're ready, Alistair."

  "Yes, Ms. Rhodes."

  Alistair pulled out into traffic, and I glanced over at Isabella, who had a small grin on her face. "You planned this?"

  "Of course I did." She gave my hand a tight squeeze.

  Twenty minutes later, we reached a restaurant I wasn't familiar with, and panic started to settle in. You can do this. You can do this. My door opened, and I jumped. I quickly calmed, however, realizing it was only Alistair. He gave me a smile as he held his hand out. I tentatively took it. "You're safe," he whispered to me. I'm not safe. I'm not safe. I'm never safe. I'll never be safe.

  I gave him a smile. "Thank you." The door slammed and I jumped, immediately wrapping my arms around myself, and closing my eyes. All I could hear was the sound from the same door Carson kept me locked up in. The horrible screeching sound.

  "Emmalin?"

  I opened my eyes and Isabella stood there, with a worried expression on her face. "I'm fine." I gave her a smile. "Is this where we're eating?"

  She stared at me a moment before turning to the building behind her. "We don't have to. We can always do this another time." She started back for the car.

  "It's fine. I'm good." I gave her a smile that I'm almost positive she could see right through, and she looked at me hesitantly. I stepped forward and grabbed her hand, trying to offer her the reassurance I didn't even have.

  I sat facing the room. It was nice and calming. We were in a private area away from everyone, but I still needed to see the staff entering and leaving. It's funny, before I didn't mind. Now, I felt like I always needed to be aware.

  "So, I have a date tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I want to go." I glanced back over at Isabella.

  "Why not?"

  She raised her eyebrows. "Really? I thought I would get the third degree from you," she laughed haughtily. I looked down at my barely touched food that I just moved around on my plate.

  "Why?"

  Her mouth dropped open. "Because of the
whole Chace thing. You're always saying we're pining for each other. I'm surprised you haven't texted him now to tell him about my date." She laughed as she reached for her wine glass.

  I gave her a small smile. "If he's not the one, then he's not the one," I said quietly. Out of nowhere a small tear escaped my eye, and I quickly brushed it away. Isabella moved to the side of me.

  "Sweetie. Talk to me."

  "You should go on your date. What if he's your soulmate? What if the person we think we're with isn't the person we're supposed to be with?"

  She furrowed her brow. "Okay, honey, you're scaring me. Did Grayson do something? Did he say something?"

  “No. I’m just saying, that’s all.” I smiled at her as I reached for my water. “Anyway, tell me about him. Where’d you meet? What’s he like?”

  Her eyes lit up as she started to tell me all about Franco. Lovely Italian Franco, who owns his own art studio. “He wants to paint me nude.”

  I smiled, thinking how the moment word got back to Chace about how some Italian guy wanted to paint her nude, he would have his balls cut off and dipped in paint.

  After we departed, with promises to see each other more, I went home that night, my decision made. Which meant nothing was going to end well. Tomorrow was going to be the worst day.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  "I need to go over a few things in my office this morning but after that, I'm all yours." I glanced over at Grayson and nodded. All week, he'd been keeping close tabs on me. Him working in his office gave me enough time to do what I needed to do.

  "Can we talk when you get back?" My voice cracked. Dammit. I couldn't even say that right. He paused at the doorway, his brow furrowing, as he looked me up and down and entered the room.

  "We can talk now. What's going on?" He stood close to me. Always standing close. He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.