by Brogan Riley
This isn’t real. Can’t be. I’ve waited for him for so long.
But he is here, beside me, on top of me, kissing me. Touching me.
Does he love me?
I love him more than anything.
“You’re cold, huh?” There’s a pinch of amusement in his voice.
“Cold and wet.”
He eases his weight onto his elbow and slides his hand between my thighs. His fingers spread my folds.
“Very wet,” he says and grunts.
I swallow thickly as his eyes almost consume me. I feel desired, unique, and important. The lust blazing in his gaze is almost threatening. No man has ever looked at me like this.
There’s no doubt inside me.
I put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to a kiss. My thighs wrap around his waist and I cross my ankles behind his back. His stiff cock pushes at my entrance.
I inhale him—the alluring temptation of his light sweat and the mystery of lake water. The strength of the good man he is.
“I’ll take care of you out the best I can, Rose.”
“I’ll bet you will.”
He chuckles and then closes my mouth with his. I stop thinking. I just feel. His hot mouth moves down my neck, every kiss like a brand. His tongue circles my nipple. I sink my fingers into his damp hair and yield myself to him. He draws my breast fully into his mouth as he rubs his finger against my clitoris. I gasp at the torturous sensation surging through me. I’m the hollowness begging to be filled, the impatience pleading to be relieved, the hunger waiting to be satisfied.
Seke knows what to do. Every stroke of his fingers is like a poem of pleasure. He bites down on my nipple as he keeps massaging my swollen nub. I feel myself leak. Jolt after jolt, I’m rising towards my peak until I shatter.
My body is still trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm as he pushes my thighs wide apart and guides his cock into my entrance. He drives his hardness in. My body becomes taut as my breath halts at the burning pain from his intrusion.
“Rose, look at me.”
“Seke…”
“I know.”
I realise his body is crushing mine, preventing me from escaping his massive cock. He is too big and I’m too small for one desperate instant.
He bunches my wrists and pins my hands over my head with one hand as his other hand pushes my thighs open.
He goes deeper. I yelp.
“Rose, look at me.”
My eyes flutter, meet the possessive, dark greed of his. A wave of desire burns through me.
Then he just kisses me. The sweetness on my lips contradicts the pain in my pussy, enhances it in a traitorous way. Makes it pleasant to me.
Seke’s body moves against mine and I moan at the honeyed mix of pain and pleasure. I lose myself, merge with him, and fall into divine forgetfulness. He picks up the pace, his thrusts almost violent. Our bodies dance in a wild primal rhythm. Our breaths mingle. Our moans blend.
Tension builds in my tummy once again. I spread my folded legs wide apart. I turn into silver bliss.
Seke’s body trembles against mine and I feel his hot cum fill me. He pushes into me two more times and drops his head onto my shoulder.
There’s a moment of silent eternity. Our heavy breaths break it.
“Rose? How are you feeling?” There’s concern in his voice.
The world is so blurry and lazy. “I’m fine.”
I see joy in his gaze, tinged with a hint of vulnerability that I’ve never seen in him before. Then something bangs against my head. It’s an alarmed thought. I’m not on the pill.
I don’t mind getting pregnant. I like kids. I can study part-time and raise my kids at the same time. But maybe he doesn’t want to have a baby with me.
“Rose, what is it, baby?” His cock slips out of me and he covers us with the blanket. “Rose?”
I press my lips against his.
Later.
I don’t want to spoil this wonderful moment.
Chapter 10
Seke
There’s no time around us. There’s the sweet amnesia of her lips moulding to mine.
But time is passing, somewhere, somewhat, deviating in the distance from us, sparing our happiness. Evening turned into night though our intoxicated eyes haven’t noticed yet. Night is turning into day.
She’s bleeding. I need to bring her into the shower cabin. I don’t want to get up though. Her body feels so delicious in my arms that I want this moment to last forever, but there’s more and more of her blood.
A few more seconds. One more kiss.
I run my knuckles down her cheek. “We’ll have a shower, okay?”
“Okay.”
I love the sultry tinge of her voice. She’s so pleasantly exhausted.
I wrap my arms around her and lift her off the floor. She throws her arms around my neck as I carry her bridal style towards the bathroom. The smell of sweat, lake water and sex rises to my nostrils. Her eyes flutter, and she chews her lower lip.
She wants to talk.
We should talk about our future.
I kick the door open and enter the bathroom. We tumble into the shower cabin and she slides down. I turn on the hot water. We kiss, clenched tight together. We cheat on time, stealing our pieces of eternity.
Her eyes rise to mine as nervousness sharpens her face.
“I’m not on the pill,” she says like she’s embarrassed by herself.
Every woman her age is on the pill. She isn’t. You idiot.
I’m not angry or something. Excited I can tell. Yeah, very excited.
“I’ll take care of the kids,” I say. “You can study, work, or do whatever you want to do.”
She tilts her head as her eyes narrow and one corner of her lips rises. “You want the complete package, right?”
“Right.”
“But only with me? I mean…”
“Only with you. I never have unprotected sex—“
She sweeps her arm furiously and walks out of the shower cabin. She grabs a towel, a toothbrush, and exits the bathroom. I’m stunned for a moment. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so straightforward. Maybe having a family with me is not her dream. Maybe I’m not her dream.
I want her to be my wife and the mother of my children.
Maybe I should have asked instead of taking possession of her.
Rose
I hate them all. All the brunettes, blondes, redheads that have ever crossed his path. I remember them. They were always so clingy, always so desperate to end up in his bed.
I spit out foam into the kitchen sink and then lie down on the mattress spread in centre of the platform, bury myself under the navy comforter, and pretend to be invisible. It feels like ten minutes have passed. Seke walks out of the bathroom and slides under the comforter. He pulls me to him as the smell of shower gel and mint floats around me.
“Why are you jealous?” he asks. “That’s my past. I can’t change it. I would if I could. I didn’t know when I met you.”
“But if you’d known?”
“Rose, what do you want to hear from me?”
“I don’t know.”
“I love you, Rose. Love you so damn very much.”
There’s electrified silence between us, causing my heart to pound and my skin to prickle.
“You what?” I gasp.
Right, I’m not the brightest girl in the world today. The man of my dreams has just told me he loves me. I love him too, but this declaration can’t force its way through my tightened throat. I roll over and our glances meet.
“I’m childish, huh?” I say.
“You’re eighteen. You have the right to act like an eighteen-year-old girl.”
“But you want to have a family with me?”
“I already have a family with you, and you have the right be immature and moody. But only sometimes.” He tickles my chest with his fingers.
I pat his nose with my fingers. “Everything my way, you said that, right?”
I love his possessiveness and dominance. Now that everything is clear between us, I love the way he’s looking after me. I belong to him, beneath him, clenched around him, and that’s what I want in life.
“Seke?”
He rolls over on his back and pulls me onto his chest. “Princess Rose? What is it this time?”
“I’m hungry.”
Seke
What else would I want in life?
I have that lush body of hers sprawled on my chest, her palms stroking my face. Every brush of her fingertips is a tingle of love. Her lips are on mine. Her stomach growls with fury and I feel the wave of her hunger move against my stomach.
She’s adorable.
I glide my palms over her ass cheeks. Yes, the roundest, the most beautiful ass on the face of the earth. I want that ass of hers to shake on my cock, to sheath my cock.
Her stomach growls again and she chuckles into my mouth. “Horrible,” she says.
Wonderful.
If I were to die now I’d die as a happy man.
I grip the back of her neck and kiss her harder. My hand wanders on her delicious ass. I’ll definitely feed her. I want to keep those beautiful curves of hers in good shape forever.
I run my fingers up and down her ass crack, circling her other opening with my thumb. Untouched. I push the tip of my little finger in. Almost impenetrable. My inner animal chants. Rose chuckles and holds my wrist so I take my hand off her bottom.
“Tomorrow,” she gasps. “I like it and I want to try it… but maybe tomorrow.”
Okay. No rush.
My dick disagrees, but I get up and slip into my jeans.
I stand by the kitchen sink and damp a tea towel under the tap. I squeeze the excess of water out and pass it to Rose because my phone rings. I plunge my hand into my pocket and take it out. It’s my father. Rose walks past me and disappears into the bathroom.
“Hi, Dad,” I say.
He grunts and coughs. Too many cigarettes. I doubt they’ll kill him, because he has good genes—his father died at the noble age of one hundred three with a cigar in his hand and a glass of Scotch whiskey in his other hand.
“How urr ye, son?” he asks.
“Good, thanks. You can’t sleep, old man?”
“Na. Ye wi’ that sweet thing?”
“Aye.”
He emits a raspy chuckle. “She’s happy?”
“Hope so.”
“Ye hae th’ ring?”
“Aye.”
My mother gave me her engagement ring a year ago. She told me to keep it so I keep it. It’s hidden in the inside pocket of my cut that was sewed up by Tara. I never ask my mother any questions. She’s a wise woman and there’s always a valid reason for her actions.
My father grunts like he’s contented. “Ah taught ye howfur tae treat yer wifie.”
“Yeah, you did.”
“Guid. Very guid, son. Hug that sweet thing fae me ‘n’ mither.”
“I will.”
“Allow yersel’ tae be happy.”
“I will, Dad, I promise.”
We say our goodbyes and I disconnect. Rose’s eyes search for mine from across the room.
“Who was it?” she asks.
“My dad.”
She nods. “Ah, a daily inspection.”
I wink at her. “Rest, I’ll cook something nice.”
Rose
I watch his muscular back, his precise predatory movements, and his beautiful hair I want to stroke and smell forever. Yes, his hair is dark male magnetism, brutal seduction, and primeval mystery. I could live with my face buried in his hair.
I love everything we’ve done so far. Everything. Even the dirtiest bits.
I am a dirty woman. Seke’s touch is magical. I want to descend into pure darkness with him. I want the decadence he can give me.
I’m sitting in the armchair with my knees pulled to my chest. Delicious aromas circle me. I shift in my seat, feeling sticky between my thighs. I should probably go wash myself again.
He wants to have a baby with me.
He’s serious about me.
Shakiness rolls over me as my heart flutters.
Me?
I rise to my feet and correct the blanket wrapped around my body. It feels kind of awkward to be naked. I don’t know. I’m not very bold.
I pick up my tracksuit bottoms, t-shirt and underwear and creep into the bathroom. I wash the smudge of blood away from my inner thigh, pull on my clothes, slide my feet into my flip-flops, and join Seke.
He flashes me a smile, bends his neck, and plants a spicy wet kiss on my lips.
He wants to have a family with me.
“Okay?” he brushes his lips against my forehead.
“Uhm.”
“Everything your way. We don’t need to rush things.”
“I definitely want to rush things from tomorrow.”
A flame of primal hunger seizes his gaze.
Joy surges through me only to be replaced by the gloom of my memories. It’s as though a knife has cut off my joy and left only the painful bits.
He wanted to marry my mother. Tara told me that after I had tortured her with my questions for months.
“You loved my mother?” I ask unexpectedly, my throat dry.
It’s as though my bad thoughts have been unleashed. My heart freezes in anticipation.
He looks at me for a long moment before answering, “I wanted to love her. She was funny and easy to fall in love with.”
I’m not funny. I’m not easy to fall in love with or anything else.
She was elegant perfection.
I was a horrible kid, a clumsy teen, and now I am a weird young woman.
She was the first choice. I’ll always be the second one.
All my insecurities are back, biting, drilling, stabbing. I can’t breathe.
“Rose?” Seke moves closer to me, his arms encircling my chest. “Why do you keep asking?”
“She…”
“She’s not here.”
“But—“
“No buts. You’re here. I’m here. That’s all that matters. I love you.”
If she hadn’t died he’d have loved her not me.
His mouth wanders on my neck, his hand squeezing my ass. I feel his fingers slip under my tracksuit bottoms. He touches my breast with his other hand, massaging it, as he runs his thumb up and down my ass cheek.
“No,” I gasp.
Seke kisses me on the mouth.
“No,” I growl.
“Why the fuck not? Rose, what’s wrong?” His voice has a high-pitched crack.
My whole eight-year-old anger gathers up in my throat and explodes. I push at his chest and jump away from him. “You’re an older man. That’s just disgusting.” I step forward, searching for any sign of devastation on his face, but there is none. “I hate you. Tara is right. You are taking advantage of me.”
No, there’s no emotion on his face. I want to throw something at him, but my fingers close around nothing. I move back and turn around. Something stops me, makes me to turn to face him. He looks at me like I’m a funny pet. Fucking hell. That man could crush, break you with the lack of emotions. Like he’s been conditioned to fight and to feel nothing. Chills go down my spine.
I move back, hitting the doorframe. I turn around and dart out of the house. I need to be alone.
A gust of wind whips me as I climb the hill. Pine trees surround me as though they wanted to capture me, to swallow me.
Why am I so horrible to him?
Thoughts tumble in my head—all the unwanted thoughts I’ve tried to tame for so long—all of them striking on my brain at once.
I killed her.
She would have been alive if I’d bitten my tongue. She would have married him, taken him from me.
It’s very convenient for me that she died.
I don’t want her to be dead
, but I don’t want her to be alive either.
Tara has been good to me, always so patient, so nice. She’s warm, almost motherly. Friendly.
Seke is mine.
Not my mother’s.
He’s always been mine.
My mother was never mine. Maybe she was Lucas’s. They had a good mother—son relationship. Me and her? We were strangers to each other. Enemies. She belonged to her life problems not to me. I remember the slipper. I remember the pillow.
Anger suffocates me.
A sense of guilt and shame floods me.
I killed my mother.
I am an ungrateful daughter.
I mourned Dakota. I couldn’t mourn my own mother.
I’m selfish.
Evil.
Only evil children want their parents to remain dead.
I—
I come to an abrupt stop because I can see a man. His psychopathic eyes fix on mine, slice me, grope me. He blows me a kiss.
My eyes slide over his clothes.
I shudder.
He’s wearing prison clothes. There are still cuffs on his wrists, but the chain has been cut in two.
He stretches his neck muscles as his sick eyes penetrate me. I know he finds pleasure in doing horrible things to people. There’s no conscience inside him left. Another figure pops out of the line of bushes. It’s another man. A prisoner on the run as well.
I step back but they leap at me like two starving predators.
A hand slaps me across the cheek. My mind spins out of control as pain claws at my face. Blood gushes from my nose.
Primal fear fills me.
I fall to my knees as a rough, merciless hand grips the back of my neck and pushes me down. Squeezes to the point of agonising pain. I wail. I wriggle, but two hands immobilise my hips.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” a cold voice says.
I tremble like it’s the middle of winter.
The other man mimics female moans, which sounds grotesque and disgusting. It sounds like a death sentence. It’s like facing the pure sick evil.
