by K. A Knight
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yes, I was so fucking close to coming,” he answers, his voice like gravel.
I let him see how wet he made me just from tasting his cock. His eyes lock on my fingers as I rub my clit, before dipping them inside my own pussy. Groaning, I arch into the touch, pulling them out and spearing them back in. “I was so wet, pretending it was your fingers, imagining you sneaking across, climbing through my window, and fucking me.”
“Scarlett,” he warns, his thighs hitting the bed as he steps closer, his hands curling into fists at his sides, undoubtedly to stop himself from reaching for me.
“Max,” I moan, my chest in the air as I add another finger, my fingers drenched from my own arousal. “I want you to watch, I want you to touch yourself.”
“My fucking dirty angel,” he groans, his hand circling his length as he strokes himself, watching me. “You want me to watch? You better put on a hell of a show, baby girl.”
“I plan to.” I grin up at him, thrusting my hips up to meet my fingers.
“Good girl, fuck yourself, let me see,” he demands.
I do as I’m told, rising to meet my fingers as I cup and roll my nipple with my other hand as he fucks his fist, thrusting into it as he watches me.
“Fuck, I’m going to cover your breasts with my come,” he rasps, making me moan as I speed up my fingers, his dirty words spiralling my pleasure higher. “You’re going to use it to fuck yourself for me, aren’t you?” he demands, and I nod, my head tossing from side to side, my eyes opening and closing as I finally come, my pussy tightening on my fingers, fluttering.
He yells, exploding on my chest, his warm come covering my breasts like he promised. He stumbles into the bed, his eyes wide as he watches me. I groan, running a finger through his come and bringing it to my mouth, sucking it clean, and he moans again.
“My fucking dirty girl,” he growls.
“Always,” I murmur, running my fingers through his come again and tracing it down to my pussy, circling my clit with it before dipping it inside, fucking myself with come covered fingers. “I want you to taste me, taste you and me mixed together,” I tell him desperately, needing to come again already.
He’s made me insatiable. We have fucked on every surface in this apartment...even in his car. We can’t get enough of each other. Milo has started sleeping on the sofa in the evening and only joining us in the morning.
Max falls to the bed, crawling towards me like a starving man, and grabs my thighs, dragging himself between them as he watches me fuck myself with our combined arousal. He licks my fingers as I pull them free and replaces them with his tongue, dipping it inside of me and tasting us.
Groaning, I twine my fingers in his hair, pushing my pussy against his face as he lashes my clit with his tongue, his fingers slipping inside of me, curling up to reach that bundle of nerves.
“I love the way you taste,” he groans against me.
“Please,” I beg, writhing from his talented tongue.
“Please what, baby?” he asks, rolling his eyes up to see me.
“Please, let me come,” I plead.
He raises his eyebrow before diving back in to tasting me. “Not good enough,” he whispers against my flesh, nipping at my clit, making me gasp and arch up before I push into his face, riding it.
“Please, Mr. Hunt, please let me come,” I almost shout, my need mounting until I would say anything, do anything to come.
“Good girl,” he praises, and thrusts his fingers in deeper, curling them at the same time as he sucks my clit into his mouth, making me scream as I come off the bed. My eyes darken as I almost pass out from the pleasure.
When I come to, I realise I’m chanting, “Love you, love you,” again and again.
He looks up at me, rests his chin on my belly, and he grins smugly. “I love you, baby girl. Now, you get five minutes before I fuck this sweet little pussy of yours,” he warns, and I groan, already ready for round two...three, who cares?
Chapter Forty-Three
Maximus
I drop her off at university the next day, her face determined and her shoulders thrown back in confidence. I kiss her goodbye and wave at Nadia, who’s there to meet her.
It’s hard watching her go, but I have something I need to do as well, some plans of my own to make, and she can’t be there while I do them. First, I head to the office I found online last night, and Mr. Moore is there to meet me like he said he would be. He asks what I need and want, and searches his company database before grabbing some keys and leading me to his car. I tell him I’ll follow him, and for the rest of the morning, I look at houses.
I narrow it down to two—one is a two-floor penthouse in the city, which she might like. She loves the city and it’s big enough for all of us and whatever future we want. The other is a sprawling manor just outside of the city. It calls to me, the peace and quiet and solitude, but I know she loves the city. I’ll let her pick.
I take both listings with a promise I’ll be back with Scarlett. I have no worries that they will disappear, since I had Keanu put a lock on them online, so no one can buy them before she decides. I don’t want her rushed into a decision, and if she likes neither then we’ll keep looking.
All I know is I want to live with her permanently. This back and forth is stupid. We spend more time together than apart, and every time I leave she gets upset and I get mardy without her, counting the minutes until I can go back to her.
It’s got to the point where I can’t sleep without her now, needing her by my side to help me fight my demons. Even Milo struggles when she isn’t there.
I don’t love my house, it served a purpose…it brought me to Scarlett and it’s where one of the worst things ever happened to her took place, so it will be easy enough to let go.
The rest of the afternoon is much more nerve-racking, but I don’t let it show. I want it to be perfect, I need her to never want for anything. I book a fancy restaurant in two weeks’ time, then I order flowers, get a suit made, and all the preparations are in place.
Two weeks.
Two weeks until I ask my girl to marry me.
It’s all booked, everything is planned and ready. I spend the rest of my afternoon on a job. Donald rang me as I was leaving the restaurant and asked me to head to the docks where a freighter will be arriving with trafficked women. It’s heavily guarded and bright with daylight, so I have to be quiet.
I let it distract me from my worries, all the while I wonder how Scarlett is getting on, but I don’t want to disturb her, so I’ll wait until I pick her up later to ask. For now, I need to get these women free. It seems more and more of them are being moved into our city, and no matter how many times we strike, we never get the head of the snake. Sooner or later, we’re going to need to before more poor innocents suffer.
I make a note to discuss it with Donald as I observe the dock below from a pylon not too far away, using my sniper scope to track the comings and goings. Like clockwork, the freighter arrives, and the crates filled with women are unloaded, like fucking furniture or livestock. It disgusts me. I wait for the ship to go before I sneak down to the docks.
I aim to take them out silently, with a suppressor for some and my knife for others. Ten guards. It’s a piece of cake, and when I’m done, I crack open the crate to see the thirty or forty scared girls inside, all malnourished and terrified.
I ring it in, call the clean-up crew, and inform Donald of my suspicions. Keanu takes the computers and phones from the cars, and lets us both know he’ll work to see what he can get off them. I know it’s annoying him that he can’t figure out who’s behind this, they’re hiding and they are hiding good, especially if he can’t find them. It must really tick him off.
I have no doubts he’ll find them though. He might be an ass, but he’s competent and the best in the business. Once I’ve debriefed and everything is on its way to being sorted, I check my watch to see I have an hour to kill before I pick up Scarlett. I grab my c
ar, get us a drink, and do some shopping so we can cook together tonight. I even get some wine, knowing she’ll need it after today, and then I wait for her in the carpark at the university.
I’m so proud of her for doing this—maybe I’m rubbing off on her, maybe I’m not. Either way, she’s becoming one hell of an unstoppable woman, and I know she’s only going to get stronger and fiercer as she gets older. I can’t wait to be by her side as she does.
I wonder what our children will be like.
Does she want kids? I’ve never thought about it, it wasn’t an option before, but Scarlett seems to want to love someone...hell, I’ll give them to her if she wants. The thought is there now. I’d probably would be a scary as fuck dad, but I’d never be like mine though. No, he was a rat bastard.
I know one thing—I’d love any kid we had wholeheartedly, with the heart that Scarlett built me from her own. They would be so loved, so spoiled, and have the very best life, the lives we never had as kids.
The thought excites me.
Kids, who knew?
Chapter Forty-Four
I wait nervously outside her office—Mrs. Kilop, the woman who refused to help me—as the memory stick burns a hole in my pocket. Keanu dropped it off late last night, and told me he found some interesting things.
Enough to ruin her…if I wanted.
I looked, and it seems I’m not the only student she’s ignored. Oh no, and there were very good reasons for it. She didn’t want anyone looking too closely, or they might find out her dark secrets, which there are a lot of. It makes me wonder, not for the first time, who Keanu is, and just what he’s capable of. The things he found must have been hidden, almost impossible to find, yet he did, and he didn’t look shocked. How many bad and evil things do you have to see in a world before you stop getting shocked?
Too many, would be my guess. It also makes me second-guess trying to set him up with Nadia...but Max trusts him and I trust Max, so I’ll keep my end of the deal.
It turns out Mrs. Kilop is sleeping with students, lots and lots of students, including Randy when he was alive. No wonder she blocked me at every turn. I could have leaked it, gone anonymously to the press of the university, but I want to look into her smug face as I tell her what I know.
It seems important after the way she tossed me aside, discarded my safety and health. Who knows, she might have been able to stop what happened to me or they would have attacked me anyway, but it doesn’t matter. She could have done something, and she didn’t, for fear that her dirty secrets might be unleashed.
It makes me fear for the other girls on campus, what she ignored from them. They desire to feel safe, to have someone believe them and fight in their corner, which she’s supposed to do. They can’t all speak, they can’t all fight, so I will.
For them.
For me.
For every girl that is to come.
For every girl who has ever felt scared, unheard, and alone. For every girl who thinks she won’t be believed, whose fears were thrown back in their face. For them, I’ll fight, I’ll show them they are never alone, and that together, we’re more than they could ever expect.
We will not be voiceless anymore or stand idly by. It’s time society learned how much women hide, because we all have stories like mine, or similar, or even worse.
No more.
I can’t stop it from happening, but I can help bring it to light, to justice, and maybe, just maybe, protect some of the ones it hasn’t happened to yet.
Her door opens and I stand up, my shoulders back and my face cool and collected. Nadia offered to come with me, as did Max, but I turned them both down. I need to do this, I need to prove to myself I can.
Count to ten, baby, and then it will all go away. After you breathe and calm down, everything is manageable.
“Miss Richards,” she sneers, looking me over. “Come in, I hope this isn’t another nonsense meeting,” she mocks, as I follow her into her office and shut the door behind me.
It all looks the same, and this time, I don’t wait for her invitation. I sit and watch as she takes her seat and stares at me. “Well?” she demands impatiently.
“Sandra, I’m going to call you Sandra, is that okay?” I inquire politely.
“No, you may address me as Mrs. Kilop.”
“No, I won’t, you didn’t offer me respect, so why should I offer you any? I thought you would like to know what happened after you threw me from your office. I was attacked by Randy and Reggie, they tried to rape and kill me. You won’t find this reported anywhere, since you taught me that the system is broken, but it was dealt with. They are dead for hurting me. If you tell anyone, they won’t believe you.” I grin then as she stares at me in shock.
“What do you want?” she finally asks.
“Good, straight to the point. You see, I have friends, friends in dark places now, because of what happened. All I had to do was tell them your name.”
Her eyebrows lower and her hand shakes as she reaches for her glasses, playing with them nervously. “I don’t know what you’re implying.”
“Yes, you do,” I tell her. “I know everything, every dirty little secret.” I pull the stick from my pocket. “Made for an amusing read…and viewing. All that shit you gave me, where I think you called me a whore? Pot, kettle. I have images, images which would destroy your marriage and career.”
“Then why haven’t you?” she snaps, her face pale.
“Because I’m not a monster, I’m not unfeeling and selfish like you. I’m giving you the chance to do the right thing and resign, so we can establish someone else in this role, someone who really cares about the girls on campus and will help me clean it up. Resign with immediate effect. Tell them every case you closed, you did so without even looking at them, so they can be reopened and investigated, and I won’t ever need to use these. Don’t and I’ll send copies to your husband and the board. You have one hour to decide before I send them, they are waiting to go.” I stand then as she gapes at me. “Don’t worry, we already have someone in mind, someone who cares, really cares about people,” I tell her, and then I turn and leave, my head held high.
I wait on campus so I can watch her and ensure she leaves and resigns like I said. It causes an uproar, and rumours spread as the university scrambles to replace her. Thanks to Keanu and Donald, Lydia—yes, Milo’s mum—is all ready to take the position.
Turns out she used to work at a high school and knows the job. She’ll flip it on its head, she will care, and it gives her something to do now, something she wanted. When I rang her, she was overjoyed to go back to work after taking some time off when Milo died. She’s excited, as am I.
I pocket the stick, keeping it as insurance, as Max would say. I’ll get him to store it somewhere safe, but for now, I have a date with my man.
I leave the campus with a new skip in my step, a new confidence, and when I see Max waiting for me, it only triples. He’ll always be there, watching, waiting, protecting.
Loving me.
Chapter Forty-Five
Maximus
Two weeks later...
Scarlett is sick, really sick. She has the flu. I’m devastated, but I don’t let it show. Tonight was the night I was going to ask her to marry me. Instead, I cancel it all and spend the night looking after her, which isn’t something I mind, but the ring is burning a hole in my pocket and I’m scared we’re never going to get the chance, that life will always get in the way.
Her fever spikes, her face red and splotchy. I spend the night watching her in case she gets worse, making her drink when she’s awake and placing cold compresses on her head when she gets too hot. She’s miserable, so I regale her with stories of my units and action tales, making her laugh until she goes to sleep.
It takes her three days to get over the flu, and then it’s my birthday. She insists on throwing a party at our flat, inviting everyone, including Nadia, Lydia, and Keanu…hell, even Donald is there.
Okay, so it’s not really a hu
ge party, but for someone who has never celebrated a birthday, who has never had anyone really remember it, it’s a big deal to me. She even puts Milo in a birthday hat—he lets her of course, eating up the attention.
Lucky bastard.
Sitting in the corner of the room like a loner, I watch my social butterfly, Scarlett, float around, laughing and talking as I sulk. She looks beautiful tonight, wearing a short, silver, sparkly dress, which catches the light as she moves. Her hair curled and unbound around her shoulders, making me imagine pushing her into the bathroom, fisting my hands in it, pushing up that dress, and fucking her...knowing she isn’t wearing any panties is driving me insane. She decided to tell me right before she opened the door, and I had gawked at her as she greeted our guests, slipping my hand up the back of the dress to see if she was telling the truth.
She was.
Now I’m hard, as a fucking rock, and still mardy.
She catches my eye as she talks with Nadia and winks, before leaving her friend talking with Donald as Keanu stares at her from the buffet table my girl set up. And I thought I was weird. When she comes to me, I feel like the world is right again and I even find a smile curling up at my lips as she slips into my arms.
“Are you going to hide all night?” she teases, looking up at me, and I have to force myself not to feel her up in public...though it’s my birthday, so I think I could get away with it.
“Maybe,” I mutter.
“Nope, come and say hi, if you’re good, later on, I’ll let you try that thing you wanted to try,” she whispers, and it sure as fuck gets me moving, my dirty little angel.
I make the rounds—small talk is hell, if you didn’t know—before I escape to the bathroom. The door shuts behind me, muffling the sounds of laughter, talking, and music. I suck in some breaths before blowing them out, thinking how my life has changed since she came into it. I’m glad they’re here, don’t get me wrong, I just wish it was for the reason I wanted it to be. With my ring on her finger so I could show her off, or she could show it off. She deserves it all, yet I’m hiding in here like a party pooper, as Nadia called me.
