But before I could even close my eyes in preparation for whatever it was the Senator was going to do, a large hand swooped in like a flash of thunder, gripping the Senator’s arm.
I took a deep breath to collect myself before I looked up and saw the Senator’s face turning sheet white, telling me just how tightly Liam was gripping his arm. From the looks of it, it would soon snap if Liam didn’t let go.
I felt Liam’s gaze resting on me. Tearing my eyes away from the Senator’s white face, I looked up and saw the question in his eyes. Keep going? Did I want him to keep punishing the Senator? Yes, I did. I wanted to take his life but I wasn’t able now to stand up straight, let alone hold a knife or gun.
But I also was just profoundly exhausted. I wondered if my body somehow knew its time was up. My mission was nearly at its completion and soon, I would go back to the darkness of the underworld, but this time without the benefit of a soul or future.
I nodded.
And with my sign of consent, Liam brought down every punishing torture I had endured when I had been murdered. Senator Folsom was no match for Liam. He called out for his guards but I knew they were all dead. He threatened, he yelled, he cursed. But it was of no use.
Liam had a bargain to close and it was time. So Senator felt every bone break, every bruise burst, every cut bleed.
And I sat and watched. I didn’t turn away. I didn’t close my eyes. This was what I had wanted and so by extension, I was doing this to the Senator through Liam. I would not turn away from what I had created. I didn’t feel pleasure or even really satisfaction. The closest thing I could describe would be a sense of…peace.
I felt somehow the scales had been balanced and I had done my duty and family proud. I knew my mom would disagree. In fact, so would the real Liam. But I knew dad would understand. He would’ve done the same thing. Maybe by blood I wasn’t a Madewell. But I was still my daddy’s daughter.
Finally, lying broken and bleeding on the floor, the Senator was gasping his final breaths. Liam looked over the body, studying his life signs, before kneeling in front of me. He pulled out the knife that had been strapped to my leg and presented it to me, handle first.
“It’s time,” he said, not even winded after the punishing torture he had just inflicted. “It is time to take what is yours.”
The words echoed within me.
It is time to take what is yours.
I took the handle of the knife. The drug had worn off a bit but I still felt woozy. I stumbled out of the chair and made it onto my knees near the Senator purely by graceful luck.
Face battered and bruised, the Senator hardly looked like himself. But even through his swollen eyes, I could see his pupils flicking over between the knife and me, eyeing me warily.
“Senator,” I said slowly, wanting my words to come out clearly, “you and I are not so different.” Liam stood behind me, patiently waiting. I felt comforted by his presence. “You were hurt and broken after Angela was taken from you. So you plotted for revenge. I was hurt and broken after you murdered my family and me. So I came back for revenge.” I waved my hand at the obvious follow up that would be needed. “I guess there’s no point in explaining how I came back now.”
I thought about my family. I thought about that last horrific night they had on earth. “But there is one difference,” I said. “You were given time. I wasn’t. You were given decades to watch my dad become someone else entirely. You knew that. He wouldn’t have supported you and contributed to your campaigns if he hadn’t changed. But you held him accountable for a crime from decades ago that he was indirectly culpable in.”
Senator groaned as he gurgled, “E…vil…man.”
I sighed. “And so are you, Senator. In the end, none of us are clean. None of us are innocent. I bear that flaw as well because now, at the end….” At the end. I was finally here. And it didn’t matter how innocent or dirty I was by the end of this night because the end was finally here.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. “Bear your guilt as well, Senator. And know that I have no regrets tonight.” And with that, I dragged the knife cleanly across his throat. His warm blood splattered across my exposed chest.
I paused, staring down at what I had done, until I felt a large hand on my shoulder.
I turned and looked up. “I’m ready,” I said.
Chapter Twenty Two
I felt a soft breeze kiss my cheeks. Slowly, I opened my eyes, unsure where I was. All I saw was Liam’s face above me. I realized I was in his arms, being carried to somewhere.
I looked around. The night sky arched over us but I didn’t recognize our surroundings. I saw scatterings of trees and the distant sound of water lapping up against a shore but I didn’t recognize any of it.
In fact, I didn’t remember falling asleep or even leaving Harrison’s house. I looked down and saw my torn blouse and the cut down the middle of my chest. So this wasn’t a dream. I had still been in Harrison Dell’s house and I had still murdered Senator Folsom.
A slow fog seemed to roll in which was unusual. Fog wasn’t common in Connecticut at this time of year. But I had a feeling like time and place wasn’t very important at the moment.
Liam continued to carry me with his easy strength that made me feel as if I weighed as much as a feather. I leaned against his chest, allowing myself to have a moment of peace.
It was all over.
All the pain, suspense, mystery, anger, hurt, betrayal—it was all over. My body slumped into Liam’s arms, completely letting go of all the tension I had been holding within me. I felt as if I had lost a hundred pounds in a matter of moments. The loss of the weight left me reeling and dizzy.
Liam stopped and slowly lowered me onto the ground. Long plush grass cushioned me as he laid me down. I could hear the peaceful sounds of the distant waters slowly lapping against the shore.
I looked up. Liam stood over me, his face less harsh, his body less rigid. I looked up into those green eyes. He had been my confidant, my protector, and my friend during these last few weeks. Without him, none of this would have been possible. This jellifying peace I felt would never have been possible.
“Is this it?” I asked. This was the final moment, wasn’t it? My soul would soon disappear forever.
Liam looked at me, his gaze unblinking. “Yes,” he answered honestly.
“Will it hurt?”
“It doesn’t have to,” Liam said.
The cool night air washed over me and suddenly I just wanted Liam’s arms around me.
“I don’t want to feel anymore pain,” I whispered.
Liam knelt down between my legs. He leaned over me and cradled my head with both his hands. “Then you won’t,” he promised.
He captured my lips, tasting the last precious few moments of my life. He plunged his tongue deep into me, swallowing my very breath. I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him to keep me close.
Tonight the demon was ready to collect his payment—my soul.
And I was ready to fulfill my end of the bargain.
Liam broke away and leaned down over my exposed chest. Slowly, he licked me from navel to neck. And in the wake of his tongue, I felt a soothing coolness come over me. Without looking, I knew my wound had closed.
Keeping his head above my chest, he took my right breast into his mouth. He sucked on the nipple hard, biting down gently when I gasped. I felt the pain shoot straight down to my pussy where it exploded into sparks of pleasure. He palmed the left one with his large hand, squeezing hard while pinching the sensitive nipple.
I arched my back, almost offering my full breasts to him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I was locked in his embrace. I couldn’t get away. But I didn’t want to.
He rose back up to plunge his tongue into my mouth in a wild rhythmic manner that left me breathless while his hands reached down and tore my silk slacks into shreds. The cool night air wafted against my exposed thighs.
“God, Liam,” I whispered against his lips. “I’
m going to miss you.”
Liam leaned his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. My entire body was surrounded by his heat. It felt good. So good. At that moment, all I wanted was him and peace. And in him, I found peace.
Finally Liam opened his glowing eyes, looking down at me with a deep tenderness that made my heart burn. He brushed a thumb against my cheek. “You are amazing, Sophia,” he whispered. “You are a miracle and a beautiful one at that. You were amazing.”
He kissed my forehead.
You were amazing.
And perhaps I was. Instead of the words being a chilling reminder of what was about to happen, it only struck me as a beautiful eulogy that I got to hear before I passed. Something very few people get a chance at.
Liam pulled away the scraps of my trousers and wedged himself between my legs. He reached down and stroked my growing wetness with his firm fingers. I bit back a moan as pleasure rocked through me. I didn’t know where we were but it felt as if it was just the two of us in the whole wide world.
It was just me in Liam’s arms. And I felt good.
He stroked down the swollen folds, circling his finger around my engorged clit. He plunged his tongue into my mouth as he gave my clit a sharp little pinch. I moaned against his mouth as the sharp pain only further heightened my arousal.
Liam finally laid over me, unbuckling his pants and freeing his sizeable cock. I sighed in relief. If this was how it would end, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Wrapped in Liam’s arms, held in the peaceful bosom of the night, with my dirty soul satisfied.
I cried out lustily as Liam entered me in one deep plunge. I could feel the heat of him inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him to push even deeper, even harder.
I felt the rough stubble of Liam’s cheeks as he brushed against my face, nipping at my ear and kissing my neck. He pulled out and plunged his cock back in again, making me cry out louder as another crashing wave of pleasure overtook me.
Cradling my head with his large hands, he made me feel small and precious. He made me feel unique and special—something worth cherishing. With each deep stroke of his large cock, I felt stretched and owned but also protected and safe. I groaned as he angled himself so he could drive into me deeper.
Liam took my lips for another punishing kiss that left my lips bruised and my breath ragged. I could feel my body climbing that precarious ladder towards ultimate release. He held me close, letting me know he would be with me every step of the way.
And as his cock plunged in again, sending me right to the brink of explosive ecstasy, Liam grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look up at him. “Sophia,” he whispered harshly, his voice thick with lust and emotion, “you were amazing.”
He plunged in again hard, making my body explode with intense pleasure that made every nerve ending seemed to explode in overload. I looked up into those forever knowing green eyes. I saw them peer into my soul. I saw them soak up who I was, who I am, and who I’d never be.
I cried out in ultimate release as forgiving and wonderful blackness took me away forever.
The End
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Moving so fast she barely had time to register what was happening, Antonio pushed her against the wall. Hard. Her head bounced against the wall, causing her to hiss in pain.
Stepping in till he was only a breath away, Antonio looked down at her. His eyes swept over her features as if taking in every detail. Emma mentally cursed at herself knowing that he could see her puffy eyes and red cheeks from all the crying she had done.
“You’re going to eat,” he finally said. “And let me make something very clear. As older son and leader of the Del Marco Clan, you fall under my rule. And I don’t tolerate people starving themselves, least of all you. You will come down to dinner and eat or I will tie you to a chair and force you to eat. Either way,” he said, his eyes gleaming, “you’re eating.”
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