“God, Drew. What are you doing? Give it to me. Stop playing.” Her perfectly manicured nails claw into the crate, the sound grating in the air. Her hips rotate aggressively enough to displace me as she attempts to force my dick where she wants.
And, fuck, that’s so hot.
I press my hand to her lower back, pulling her hair, and force her to remain still. “You’ll take it however I want to give it to you, baby. You know how this goes.” Another inch in, her walls tugging frantically, making it almost impossible for me to maintain this pace. Her pink pussy stretches around me, her asshole pounding in time with her throbs. I choke on a moan at the sight, dying to be in there. To take it.
“Please. Stop making me fucking beg for what’s mine.”
Instead of responding, I lift one leg onto the crate, spreading her wide.
My favorite position to pound her from the back.
She’s as open for me as she can be.
Utterly vulnerable.
At my mercy.
She rolls her hips, signaling her need . . . as if that luscious cunt isn’t showing me enough.
On purpose, I retreat one more time, almost taking my entire cock from her.
Small hands fisted, she slams them into the crate, her teeth bared. “Andrew!”
I slam my pelvis into her on a brutal plunge, giving her all of me in a one shot.
She chokes at the invasion. “O-oh God!”
Growling in my throat, I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks, and thrusting like a madman. “Holy fuck, yeah. That’s it. Keep taking it . . . just . . . like that.”
“Fuck me.” Lexi whimpers, breaths choppy, body shaking. “I want you to fill this pussy with your come, baby. Deep.”
I seat myself root-deep and her pussy clamps around me. Blood rushes to my head—to my cock. “You’re such a greedy little whore for it, Lexi. I fucking love it.” So much that if I don’t slow down, she’s going to make me come in just a few more strokes.
She isn’t too far behind. Sliding one hand beneath her, she finds her clit, playing with it, making that pussy tighten around me even more. “Yes. Ohhhhh. Just a little more, baby. Do it.”
There’s no sense of dignity in this. Fuck decorum. Forget the circumstances under which we’re doing this; we’re out in the open, rutting like animals.
I slide my thumb down her crack to her tight hole, caressing it with a ghost touch.
Watching her for any hesitation.
She jerks at first contact, but instead of locking up on me, she melts onto the crate, spreading her herself wider.
Shit. Her reaction.
I’m not lasting. No matter how much I want it.
Giving into the sheer insanity of this, this ill vortex of need consuming us both, I leave my thumb pressed to her ass and slap my hips into her.
My spine tingles with the pleasure, every hair on my body standing on end. Lexi’s cries devolve into wordless, high-pitched squeals. The sight of her, at my disposal, giving into me, makes my balls tighten. My dick tremble.
Desperate to make her come first, I squeeze my eyes shut. The abandon is clawing at me, faster than I can handle. Even without the sight of her, her pussy is tight silk on my shaft, the perfect caress as I fuck her with all my strength.
The sounds we make together, the sound of her cunt taking my thrusts.
Her ass throbbing on my thumb, her body tensing beneath me.
“Fuck, Lexi. Fuck. I need you to come, baby. Play with that clit. Explode on my cock. I’m not going to—”
“Drew!” She gives me exactly what I want, seizing underneath me, pussy squeezing like a fist.
My eyes shoot open, zooming in on her beautiful profile, that scrunched brow, her parted lips . . .
Snarling, I throw myself over her, sneaking those lips out.
One touch, her tongue rushing out eagerly to meet mine, and I’m gone.
Fucking gone.
Pure electricity sizzles up my spine, into my brain, back down, incinerating every drop of blood in my veins. The pleasure quickly morphs into something more acute to pain, my cock spurting uncontrollably in her. The orgasm wrecks me, leaving the vein in my temple throbbing.
I can’t even lift myself off her.
She leans her head back to kiss me softly, working her hips to milk the aftershocks, uncaring how she almost kills me with those moves.
Coughing as I fight to catch my breath, I wrap my arms around her. Reminded of where we are, what we just did, I tilt my head to look at where Kaylee’s was.
She’s still there, the expression on her face one I’ll never forget.
Lifeless eyes stare back at me, forever frozen in bitter horror.
I feel nothing when I see her. Nothing but the urge to get Lexi far away from here.
No one will know this building is mind until I decide to buy it through Drevlow Systems in a few months, as I’ve previously said.
It’s time to leave the body there to be found in the morning.
Easing out of Lexi, I help her straighten, holding her against me since her legs are trembling too hard to stand steady. “We need to get out of here, baby. Now.”
Dazed, she allows me to turn her, melting into my chest.
She doesn’t even look at Kaylee’s body.
To Lexi, she’s all but forgotten.
Fucking relieved, I kneel to slide her thong back into place, settle her skirt, and lift her into my arms to take her from this place back to our home.
One more gone, only one left.
And what’s coming for him is much, much worse than what I did to Kaylee and her family.
They never did anything to us, but it was inevitable.
There’s no time for pity, for mercy. Collateral is collateral, especially when coming up against Stephen, who has zero qualms about killing thousands to get at Lexi.
It’s almost time to end this.
Once and for all.
c -can’t move . . . can barely breathe . . .
Terror unlike any I’ve ever felt claws at my brain. The only thing that came close to this was the fall . . . what happened before . . .
Daddy knows. He knows.
There would’ve been no lying, no explaining. The videos show everything.
I should’ve never allowed Joshua and Morgan to convince me to record us—
You’re dying. Nothing matters.
More terror. I—I don’t want to die!
Couldn’t face Daddy, either.
Could’ve run away.
Where? Stephen’s against me. Andrew is disgusted by me, hating me.
Pain emanates through my head, neck . . . nowhere else. I can’t feel anything else!
Still alive. Still a chance.
Someone walks around me. It’s him. Drew. I search his eyes for that concern I know I’ll see.
There’s none. He’s staring down at me and his expression is so cold. Uncaring. Can’t feel my chest but I know my heart breaks as I realize the truth: he doesn’t care I’m dying any more than Stephen would! “A-are y-you happy now? St-Stephen will be as well.”
“Oh, please.”
I realize it’s his little bitch even as the sound of her heels reaches me.
She’s here too?!
Drew’s head jerks back, his expression melting into one of yearning. Need.
What is it about this bitch that both of them want her so bad? What, damn it!
Lexi stops next to Drew and of course she’s gloating as she looks down on me. “Stephen had nothing to do with this one, little girl. He was actually innocent this time around.”
Can’t take this. Can’t handle more. That terrifying darkness is encroaching, mixing with panic. I want to scream out for someone to save me! For someone to come help!
No one’s around and these two want me dead.
They want it and I gave it to them by jumping.
Why did I do it? Oh God, why?
That slut runs her hand down Drew’s chest—down what should’ve been my husb
and’s chest—rubbing her ownership of him in my face. “See? This is what happens from now on to any bitch that thinks she’s going to help keep me isolated from what’s mine so that she can have it for herself.”
Words won’t force themselves out my throat. I’m forced to watch her grab his dick, his visceral reaction to it, and the incoming weakness is too much for me to voice my hatred for her.
For them both.
“I want you to show her who this belongs to,” she whispers into his ear.
Drew hesitates, choking on her name, the sound full of more adoration than caution. “Lexi.”
“What’s the matter, Drew? Afraid to show her who it is you truly want?”
He grabs her face. “I just destroyed her for you.”
“I just destroyed her for you.”
“I just destroyed her for you.”
It won’t stop! It’s all I’m hearing, along with my heart as it struggles . . . everything is starting to go dark . . .
The edges of my vision tunnel, as if focusing only on them.
He’s kissing her. Leading her. Then he has her bent over a crate, lifting her skirt.
My mind jumps in two agonizing directions. It’s true what they say: when the end comes, you see your life flashing before your eyes.
But it’s not all I’m seeing. I’m also stuck watching them. Watching Drew’s straining cock finding its way home inside her. Watching his enraptured pleasure as he gives her the one thing I’ve been missing so much that last seven years.
Even when I was with Stephen.
Even when I was with anyone, including Joshua and Albus.
It was always him. He was all I thought about.
I love him.
He never loved me, but I never stopped loving him.
Should’ve . . . should’ve asked Stephen to kill Lexi when he still had her.
He never would’ve. He loves her too.
It’s the last thing I hear in my head—Drew’s pleasure as he takes Lexi the last thing I see—before it all goes black.
chapter 55
h e’s killing my mother.
Every day, medication is delivered to keep her somewhat healthy, but the progression is a vicious decline. She’s constantly sick with flu-like symptoms that are progressively getting worse.
It started maybe two weeks after he . . .
I can’t finish that thought.
Especially because it wasn’t the only time.
He was just in here once more last night, threatening me with further harm to my mom if I didn’t give in.
I tried. Lord help me, for her sake I tried.
But as soon as he was between my legs, that self-protective anger blew up in my system.
The incredulity that he believes himself entitled to my body after everything he’s done.
On instinct, I began fighting back.
Just like last time, he became determined to put me in my place.
The hits were harder last night.
His thrust pure brutality.
I’m no longer a virgin, but he made sure I bled.
Fuck, how I bled.
Mom is standing at the bathroom door behind me, hugging herself in devastation as I apply the butterfly stitches on my eyebrow. She wants to help me, the desire crushing her, but in her own words, “We don’t know what he infected me with. What if it’s contagious?”
She hasn’t hugged me in weeks.
I could really use a hug right now.
Tears flood my eyes. I blink them back, wetting a graze pad with peroxide and applying it to the wound on my eyebrow. Crying is pointless. Pathetic. I did this to myself.
I did it all to myself.
“It’s going to be okay, mom.” I’m mumbling as dispassionately as I can for her sake, even as my soul crumbles piece by piece. “I’m working on hacking past their systems little by little, careful not to trip over their defensives. Eventually, I’ll be able to send out a call for help. I promise.”
“How could he dare to do this to you again? That monster.” My mother chokes back a sob that morphs instantly into a hacking cough.
Dropping the gauze, I run to her.
She jerks back, putting space between us, back bent unnaturally as she coughs into her hands. “Stay back.”
“No, Mom. Let me help you.” The tears I was bravely holding back pound into my voice, my throat tight with the pain.
She shakes her hand, walking down the hall towards the living room.
That cough.
Fuck me, it sounds like her lungs are about to give out.
I did this. I did this. The accusation follows me, an evil voice just behind my shoulder, one that won’t let me be as I follow her.
My intense desire to escape the boy who broke my heart, the boy I loved and turned out to be just as heinous of a villain as his father, led me to my desperate plea to my mother.
I still remember how I begged her in the kitchen of our house that day. “I know we can’t trust him, Mom. I know. But we’re just taking his money. That’s it. We’ll never have anything to do with that cursed family again. Please. Please. We need to get away.”
No. I had to get away.
And look at where I led her. Twice. Not just once. I convinced her to run twice and now it’s killing her.
Her coughs start to subside, but she’s pale now. Dropping onto the couch, she sags, her energy gone.
Mom barely has any lately. Simply getting out of bed takes everything out of her at times.
“I’m getting us out of here, Mom. I swear.” I sound all of five as I give her my vow.
She’s all I have left.
My steadiest companion from birth.
He’s going to take her from me. No matter if I give in. If I become his toy willingly.
The meds they’re leaving at the door with our food supplies aren’t doing enough.
What the fuck did he infect my mom with? Damn it!
“I know you will, honey. You’ll get that message out. Have you thought of trying to reach out to An—”
“Stop, Mom.” It’s only two letters, not even his whole name, but it’s all it takes for my body to lose its fight with the heartache. Tears drip faster than I can wipe away.
I’m pretty sure that the sheer amount of effort I put into not thinking about him is the only reason I haven’t broken down mentally yet. Why the trauma of what’s happening hasn’t consumed my brain like a cancer. Yeah, sure, I’m crying now, but at least I haven’t gone fully crazy.
Not yet, at least.
To hide my tears, I walk towards the kitchen area to serve my mom water for her next dose—whatever it is.
Shit. There’s no label on them. No way to tell what they really are. It’s possible these are making her worse, yet there was some slight improvement once she started taking them. What choice do I have but to trust them?
When I return to her, pills and a glass of water in hand, I’ve managed to clear up my tears.
Mom stares at me as if she knows I was crying anyway.
Kneeling next to her, I hand her the water and pills. “Just stay strong for me, Mom. No matter what happens. I’m going to get us out of here.”
Her gray eyes bounce over my face. The cuts, the bruises. “I want him dead, Lexi.” Her voice is bleak, heavier than ever, full of an evil I’ve never seen in her before.
Not even while discussing Ronald Drevlow and what he drove Dad to do.
I want to ask her not to think like this.
How could I expect her not to? When every second of every day, as I see her deteriorate, as I remember how Stephen has violated me, I feel the exact same way.
Watching her take her pills, I promise her softly, “One day, Mom, he will be. I’m going to make sure of it.”
No matter what it costs me.
No matter what I end of having to sacrifice.
One day, Stephen Menahan will pay for all of this.
I’m going to make fucking sure of it.
chapte
r 56
t he infamous pure gold, lion-faced knocker decorating the door leading to the Drevlow Mansion stares at me, it’s brow forever scrunched in a menacing growl, the thick ring held between its bared teeth.
The same lion gracing the gates the open to the massive, curling driveway.
The same lion that is carved into most of the walls inside, if memory serves me.
It’s been probably fifteen years since I last stepped foot in this place, back when my father was still alive.
Before Ronald betrayed him.
“You okay baby?” Drew places his hand on my lower back.
I know this is stressful for him. His mother asked us to come over for brunch, supposedly to make amends. Not sure if I myself believe that, but this is his mom. The woman that gave him life. The one who has every right to loathe me.
Facing her isn’t on my list of things I want to do, but for him I will.
After everything I caused, he deserves this. One thing he doesn’t deserve for sure? The two women he loves at odds with each other.
If facing Evelyn Drevlow is the only way to make this easier for Drew, then so be it.
“I’m okay.” I nod towards the door. “Let’s head inside.”
Ten minutes later, after working our way through the ode to Ronald Drevlow’s ego—one of the most grotesque, largest mansions I’ve ever seen—we’re seated outside in the patio, Evelyn and Richard joining us outside.
“Drew.” Smiling that motherly smile that I swear only mothers can pull off, Evelyn rushes to her son, enveloping him in a tight hug.
“Hi, Mom.” Drew’s voice is straight adorable, a son also melting for his mother.
My hands break out in a cold sweat. I clasp them together, bracing myself for her reaction once she turns to me.
To my surprise, I catch Richard winking at me out of the corner of my eye, as if assuring me. I’m so stunned my head turns in his direction entirely and I’m pretty sure my face is screaming what the fuck loud and clear.
“Hello, Lexi.”
Evelyn’s greeting brings me round again and out of my periphery I see Andrew staring between his uncle and I curiously.
Swallowing nervously, I duck my head. “Th-thank you for inviting me, Ms. Drevlow.”
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