“Damn you,” she hisses, so I cover her mouth with mine to stop the complaining.
She wants this.
She clearly does, or she wouldn’t have kissed me.
She’s just mad that she does, and that’s okay. I’m pissed off too.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t fix this shit.
And what better way to make up than with a bit of hard, rough fucking? Nothing.
So I curl my fingers under her shirt and rip it off, not giving a shit that it’s tearing at the seams. And lucky me … she’s not even wearing a bra.
“Hey!” she calls out, but I smother her with more kisses and lick the seam of her mouth until she parts her lips and lets me in. My tongue always shuts her up.
Her tits are a handful and feel so nice as I rub my thumb across her nipples, hardening them.
“You know you like this,” I murmur against her lips, grinning like a motherfucker as I twist her nipple.
“Shut up,” she growls, and she rakes her fingers through my hair as she kisses me.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter. “After I take your ass.”
Her comeback is to rip off my shirt and buttons fly everywhere.
I love it when she gets feisty.
I spin her around so she’s facing the wall. “Mine.”
“Mine? You wish,” she says, so I push my hard-on against her thighs.
“Oh yes, you’re mine, all right. Feel this? That’s what you do to me. That’s how crazy you make me, even when we hate each other’s guts.”
“Just fuck me. I’m done talking,” she hisses, eyeing me from over her shoulder as my hand slithers down her belly.
I rip down her zipper and pull the button loose, taking down her pants and underwear in one go.
She squeals again, but I cover her mouth with my hand and whisper, “Don’t want the kids to hear you moan …”
She still looks furious as my hand dives between her legs. I grin when I feel her slickness, even when she tries to keep her legs together.
“See?” I muse.
“I so wanna smack that grin off your face,” she growls.
“You can try … but nothing can beat this.” I rub my fingers up and down her slit, slowly easing her into it until her legs part and I can swivel across her clit. “As much as I hate to say it … you’re mine now, and I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
I wrap my arm around her waist as I finger fuck her with my other hand, making sure she feels how serious I am. When she bites her lip, I tear down my own zipper and pull out my rock-hard cock. I spread her cheeks and ram it into her pussy, fully burying myself inside her.
“God … that feels good,” I groan, thrusting in again.
I grab her wrists and pin them to her back as I slam into her hard and fast, not giving a shit whether this is right or wrong.
My eyes travel across her body and then end up finding a wooden cross with round edges on the wall. And I get this crazy idea. I rip it off the wall and spit on the end then I push the top into her ass.
“What the fuck—”
“You know how I like to fuck …” I muse, pushing it in farther while I spit on it some more for easy lube. In and out the tip of the round cross goes, giving her double the pleasure… and me double the fun.
I know it’s wrong. I know it’s sacrilegious.
And I know that I don’t give a shit because I want this more than anything right now.
The more I fuck her, the easier the round cross goes inside, until it’s buried deep inside her. I twist it around until I hear her moan, and then I slap her ass for good measure. I know she can feel that, which is exactly why I do it again, only this time on the other cheek.
“You like it when I fuck you like an animal,” I growl.
“Fuck you,” she murmurs again.
“Exactly,” I muse, smiling as I thrust harder.
I wrap my arm around her waist and let my hand slide down between her legs. I grip her pussy and fondle her clit, circling it with fervor. God, I fucking love this—just getting wild after a big fight.
I speed up the pace as I bang her against the wall, making sure her senses are on overload. Her moans turn me on so much that I can barely contain myself. But first … I wanna feel her fall apart so I know we’re still good.
After all … I don’t think any man can give her what she needs as well as I do.
She wants me just as much as I want her. She can deny that all she wants, but she and I both know that’s a lie.
So I pump harder and give her everything I have until her knees grow weak and her body begins to buck against my hand. Her engorged nub thumps under my finger, and her muscles contract around me, sending delicious shockwaves down my length.
“Fuck …” I hiss, pulling out before I come too. I’m not done with her yet.
As she’s panting, I swiftly grab her off the floor and throw her over my shoulder with the round cross still plugging her ass.
“What are you doing?” she squeals as I walk her to the table and put her down on her back, making sure her butt sticks out. When she parts her lips again, I place a finger in her mouth and push the cross further in, making her groan.
“Enough talking … now, it’s my turn,” I say.
I quickly pull out the cross and flip it around to the clean side. Then I stuff it into her pussy.
With a firm grip, I lift her legs and prop them against my pecs. Spitting on my dick, I push it into her tiny hole, burying myself deep in her ass until I find that sweet spot again.
She licks her lips, saying, “You’re an ass man, aren’t you?”
I grin and bite my lip. “Isn’t that obvious?”
Groaning with excitement, I thrust in and out, enjoying the feel of her tightness, while I move the cross around too. She seems to like it, despite the fact I’m tainting the holy cross.
However, her hand slips out from behind her back … holding a knife.
Shit. She must’ve gotten it off the counter when I flipped her on my back. Sneaky fuck.
She puts it against my throat, but I don’t stop fucking her. If I’m going to die, this is the happiest place I could be.
“Do it,” I say, inching closer.
She grinds her teeth, the blade almost piercing my skin. “You deserve it …”
A few seconds pass by, and I stare at her, wondering if she’s going to make the decision.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
She rubs her lips together, breathing loudly through her nose as she gazes me in the eyes. “Nothing.”
I move closer, allowing a drop of blood to roll down my neck. “I’ll help.”
But she doesn’t push. Instead, she pulls away each time I get a little closer. And the longer this moment lasts, the more agitated she seems to get. “Fuck!”
Growling, she throws the knife away and grabs my collar, kissing me so hard I swear my cock got even stiffer. I return her frenzied kisses with passionate ones, giving her all the licks and warmth she needs right now while also claiming her as mine.
She tastes so delicious; I could kiss her all day, every day. That’s how addicted I am.
When our lips unlatch, she murmurs, “God, I hate you so much.”
I smile. “You already said that, but you can’t get enough either, can you?”
“No, so fuck me. Hard. Fast. I don’t care; just do it dirty and do it good.”
I lick my lips and wink as she drops back to the table. “My specialty.”
My pants drop to my feet, but I don’t give a shit. I’m too focused on giving her everything she needs. I push the cross in deeper and bury myself inside her too, making her feel the fullness. I don’t stop until I see her mouth make an O shape, at which point I pull out and thrust back in completely again.
Her muscles clench, and I know she’s coming again. Grabbing her tits, I pump her like a madman, the sound of her moans keeping me going.
“You ready for me, babe?”
“Fuck,
yes,” she moans, her nails digging into the wood. “Come all over me.”
Her filthiness pushes me over the edge, so I pull my dick out and jerk off until I come, spurting my cum all over her tits. It even reaches as far as her mouth, and she licks up the drops like a druggie. Goddamn … I think I’m in love with this woman.
When I’m spent and gasping for air, I lower her legs and the cross drops to the floor. She sits up straight, still leaning back on the palms of her hand as I stand between her naked thighs, wondering how we go from here.
With pursed lips, she glares at me, and I do the same. But I also grab her hand and pull it up to my mouth, kissing the top to show her it’s not just about the sex.
However, there’s no time for more because one second later, someone’s jerking on the door handle.
“Shit!” she whispers, and she shoves me aside and jumps off the table to quickly grab her clothes and run into her bedroom.
“Fuck, where are you going?” I hiss, trying to find my shirt and all the buttons, but I’m running out of time. The door is almost open, and I’m still butt-naked, hopping around while I desperately try to pull up my pants. And right as two boys waltz inside, I manage to jump into her room and slam the door shut.
I’m pretty sure they saw my ass.
26
I place my ear against the door and a finger on Laura’s mouth when she opens it. “Shh…”
“I saw you!” Diego yells.
Laura almost bursts out into laughter. Only my hand stops the sound from coming out.
“Fuck …” I mutter, stepping away from the door. “Guess we’re screwed.”
“It’s not like he hasn’t seen ass before,” she muses.
“Really? How many?” I raise a brow.
She shoves her elbow in my waist. “Stop being an asshole.”
“What? If I’m going to be your boyfriend, I’d like to know how far in line I come. It’s only fair.”
She grabs a Bible lying on her bedside stand and slaps me on the head with it. “Frank …”
“You too?” I say, laughing a little at the fact that she punishes me exactly the same way as Margaret does.
“Like you’re so innocent. Your dick’s hanging out all the time.” She folds her arms.
“Only for you.” I smirk, and she gives me another slap with the Bible, this time on my arm.
She throws it on her bed and cleans up her tits and face before she goes to her closet to grab some clothes.
“Get dressed,” she says, as she puts on her panties and a blouse, covering her up naked skin again. Goddamn, I already miss it.
I walk up to her, wrapping my hands around her waist and propping my chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear.
She pauses, her hand slowly drifting up to mine. “Thank you.”
“I really am. I wish I could undo everything I did, but I can’t. I can’t turn back time.”
“I know.” A pause follows. “Your wife died because of it … That must be horrible.”
“It is, but I’ve come to accept that now. I had my revenge.”
“And now you have your son too …” she murmurs, glancing over her shoulder.
I softly spin her on her heels and place my hand on the wardrobe. “I want things to be okay between us. Tell me what I have to do.”
She sighs, looking down at her feet while she fumbles with the pants in her hands. “I honestly don’t know. You took my mother away from me. And my little brother … I’ll never get to meet him.” She sniffs, tears welling up in her eyes. “And I hate it.”
I lift her chin up so I can look at the pain I’ve caused. I want to face it. I’m not running away from it anymore. “I promise I will never hurt you like that ever again.”
She nods softly, but of course, nothing I can say will help, so I pull her into my embrace and hold her tight.
“God … Laura … your mother … I can’t even tell you how messed up it is. I mean, I was sent to steal stuff from your father. But then she was there.” I sigh. “I wish I could take it back. I’ve wished it every single day of my life.”
“But you can’t,” she mutters.
“No, and because of that, I lost my wife … and years of my son’s life.”
“Guess there’s a silver lining there.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
She looks up and smiles briefly. “You can spend the time you lost with him now.”
“Hmm … but I don’t wanna do it if it means losing you,” I reply, cocking my head. “And I don’t blame you if you say you don’t want me anymore. I just … can’t get over you that easily.”
She shakes her head, snorting. “I get what you’re saying … Heck, I even felt it.”
I lean in closer, tipping up her chin again. “Is there ever a chance you’ll forgive me?”
“I don’t … I don’t …” she mutters, and I see the agony on her face.
It’s so hard for her.
Not just to forgive me.
But to forgive herself for wanting me … despite the fact I’m her mother’s killer.
I want to make it easier for her, so I press my lips to hers, kissing her gently. I don’t want to overstep her boundaries, so I take it slow and easy. However, she doesn’t push me away. In fact, she’s kissing me back.
“It’s wrong,” she murmurs between our kisses.
“It doesn’t matter,” I say.
“It should.” Her grip on my body tightens.
“If we both want it, there’s no shame in it.”
“I can’t stop …” Her voice sounds heady, and her lips are tantalizing, warm, and needy. Exactly the way I like them.
“Then don’t stop,” I say. “I need you so badly.” My fingers run through her hair in a desperate attempt to get closer to her, but nothing’s ever enough.
“But my mother …” she mutters as our mouths unlatch.
I brush my thumb across her lips. “She’d want you to be happy.”
She closes her eyes and nods. “You’re right.”
“And I prayed to her … every day …” I grab her hand and squeeze. “To forgive me for my sins. I never wanted her dead; you gotta believe me.”
Laura places a finger on my lips and smiles softly. “I understand now.”
I frown. “You do?”
“Yes and no. I understand why it happened the way it did. But …” She taps her index finger against my chest. “Don’t you think you’ll get away with what you did. I won’t forgive you that easily. It’ll take a lot of groveling and begging.”
I smirk at her comment.
“And maybe some cooking and cleaning and ass kissing,” I add.
She smiles too now. “Yeah, that might do the trick.”
Elated, I grab her by the waist and twirl her around in my arms, kissing her so hard I feel like I’m on cloud nine. I know it’s wrong for me to want her so badly after the history we have, but the past is the past, and I wanna move forward.
“I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy,” I say, putting her down again. “And if after all that, you still wanna kill me … I’ll hand you the knife myself.”
She snorts. “You’re making this way too easy for me.”
I shrug. “I don’t care if I die. I deserve it.”
Her brows draw together. “I do.”
“Hmm …” I narrow my eyes. “I seem to recall you wanting to murder me just minutes ago.”
She makes a face. “Like you don’t know how anger feels, Mr. I-Kill-Everyone-For-Revenge.”
I wink. “Got me there.”
“Are you guys coming out yet, or do I need to call the fire department?” Diego yells. “Because that mushy shit smells.”
I laugh and so does Laura, and it’s the first time in a long time that I can genuinely say I’m happy, right where I am right now.
But then I realize … Bruno’s in there too. Right behind that door. And I can’t help but stare.
“You wanna talk
to him?” Laura asks.
I nod. “I …” I turn my head to her. “What do I say?”
She shrugs. “Whatever you want. He’s your son.”
I lick my lips and think it over for a few seconds. Laura places her hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “You’ll do fine. You’ve already talked to him before. Nothing’s changed.”
“Everything … has changed.”
She nods, finally understanding what I mean. “But …” She swallows, staring me straight in the eye. “You can’t take him away from here.”
I frown in confusion.
“I mean … you can’t take him away from his family,” she adds. “Diego and Bruno are the only family I’ve got. My father hates me.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I saved your son. He wanted to kill him, but I took him and ran, and he never forgave me. Especially because I took Diego with me too. That, and I’ve always been against all the illegal shit he’s in.”
“I see.” I rub the back of my head. I understand what she means, but I can’t stay away either. “But you have to understand … I want to see my son. Even if you don’t want me here.”
“I know,” she replies. “I don’t mind.”
“Really?” I raise a brow. “Your mother’s killer in your house?”
She squints and rubs her lips together. “Stop … saying those words.”
“Already in denial?” I muse.
“Just don’t mention it. Like, at all.”
“Right. As long as I grovel and suck up to you, right?”
She sniggers. “Exactly.”
“Well, I guess that means I’ll be hanging out here even more,” I say with a grin.
“You done yet?” Diego yells. “Bruno’s hungry.”
“Coming!” Laura replies, and I let go of her so we can put on our clothes properly.
I quickly check my hair in the mirror before she opens the door and peeks out. “How do I look?” I whisper.
She muffles a laugh. “Stop being so self-conscious; you’ll do fine. C’mon.”
She walks out the door and goes to the kitchen. The boys are already sitting on the couch, watching the television. And me? I’m stuck in the doorway, unable to move an inch the moment I see him.
“What were you doing in there?” Bruno asks.
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