by G N Wright
Whenever he looks at me like this, all I can think about is how he makes me feel, how he makes me forget everything. The high I feel when he worships my body is one that will never fade. Now I am craving that high. The need for him is ever present and lurking. Like a buzz beneath my skin. I am obsessed. No, I am fucking addicted, and I need my next fix.
I push him until his legs hit the bed and he drops down onto it, looking up at me. I take a step back and slide the straps of my dress off my shoulder, letting it slide from my arms, revealing my bare chest. His gaze devours my tits as he licks his lips, like he is thinking of all the wicked things he wants to do to me. I grip the dress and slowly drag it past my waist until it gives and completely drops to the floor. Leaving me in nothing but my stilettos and the black strap attached to my thigh. I wasn’t lying when I said my knife was the only thing I was wearing. Any underwear I tried on earlier left lines on the dress, so I had to skip it, but I never skip my knife, even when I know we are safe here. My fingers dust down my body until I find the strap and go to remove it.
Marcus reaches out, halting my movements, “leave it on.” He stares up at me with a depraved fucking smile on his face and I smile back.
I let my hands fall from the strap, but his remains. He drags it around my leg, brushing against it all the way, until he reaches my ass. Grabbing it, he pulls me closer to him, before he continues to drag his hand back down to my thigh. Still gripping the strap, he uses it to pull my leg up onto the bed, so my pussy is completely open to him.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are,” he purrs bringing up his other hand and letting it trace along my seam. I can’t hold back my shudder. He’s so close. “How many times I fucked my hand thinking about you?” He pushes his fingers a bit further, “how many times I came just thinking about this fucking pussy.” he grazes my clit. “Fuck, how just one look at you had me coming even after the worst fucking blow job ever.” He presses my clit hard, and I gasp. His words should make me jealous; I shouldn’t want to hear about other girls, remembering how I found him that first day of school, but all they do is spur me on.
Because he’s here, he’s mine. His finger starts to make miniscule circular movements and every slight friction pushes me further into my desire. “How I wanted to fucking kill every guy that lusted after you on that first day of school, including my own fucking brother.” He slides a finger inside of me, “how I wanted to fuck the defiance out of you when you didn’t react to what I got them to do to your car.” He fucks me with his fingers, his thumb finding my clit as I climb further towards release.
“Fuck, Ells, that first time I kissed you, I knew. Knew one taste would never be enough.” He works his fingers faster inside me as he fucks me roughly with them. I start riding them, chasing the high only he can give me. “Let go baby, give it to me.” His words send me over the edge and I’m coming with a scream as he continues to fuck me, wringing out every last bit of my orgasm. He pulls his fingers from me and they glisten with my cream. He stares at me intently as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean. “Fucking perfect,” he groans.
I reach out and unfasten his shirt, ripping open each button as fast as I can, sliding it off his broad shoulders. He unfastens his belt, pulling it off, before letting his pants and boxers follow, until we are both naked. His hand flattens against my stomach and pushes up between my breasts until it closes on my throat. He uses his grip to pull me down towards him and I follow his lead, spreading my legs wide, as I straddle him.
“Ride me, baby.” He says leaning up to kiss me. He pushes his tongue to dance with mine as he lines up his cock. I push him back bracing both my hands on his chest before I sink down on it making us both groan. “Fuck, Ells.”
Slowly, I rise again, before pushing back down with a little more force. He leans back up, gripping my neck again and forcing my mouth to his. We kiss like it might be the last time and fuck like we are gonna live forever. The perfect fucking mix of passion and pure lust. I take him deep inside and ride against him and he meets me thrust for thrust. My clit brushes against his groin with every swipe of my hips and I throb. Pushing me closer and closer to another release. I need it, crave it and he knows exactly how to give it to me.
“Oh fuck, Ells, yes just like that.” He moans, gripping the back of my neck as his other hand finds my ass. He squeezes it tight in his hand as he keeps up the momentum of my movements. When he keeps hitting the perfect spot inside me, I rush towards my orgasm. “Oh, fuck baby, come on, come for me. You feel so fucking good clenching around my cock, Elle.” I fuck him harder as sweat drips down both our bodies, but nothing matters right now apart from the way he feels inside me. I slam down onto his cock one more time before I am coming so hard, I almost black out, but he doesn’t stop. He grabs my hips in both hands and continues to pound into me, the sounds of our bodies hitting against each other, filling the room.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight so he can keep fucking me, I know he’s close, I can feel him swelling inside me and I want him to find the same pleasure I feel so I lean in and whisper, “come inside me, River, I want you dripping out of me.” He groans, picking up his pace even more until he is leading me into another release, “fuck, Marcus. I’m gonna come again.” I barely get the words out before he rips another orgasm from me as he finds his own with a loud groan.
His hand grips my cheek and drags me to his lips, “fucking perfect.” He’s right it really is perfect. I just wish everything else was.
Chapter 30
JACE
Ifucking hate New Year’s Eve. All that new year, new me bullshit, when in reality everyone continues to be the same shitty cunt they always are. People talk about resolutions and new beginnings, no one ever thinks about the people who won’t get to start a new year. About the people who are no longer here to celebrate such trivial things. My hands are itching to feel the weight of a bottle or the tip of a cigarette, my nostrils burning for the taste of coke. All of which, I’m ignoring because I don’t want to be like this. A reckless fuck up that people need to look after. I want to be better, stronger, just more than this fucking waste of space I am now.
I’m in a room full of people and I have never felt more alone. I don’t fit in here, everyone has a purpose, everyone but me. Even my silent and brooding brother seems to have found a spot for himself. Our King won his Queen, and me? I’ve fallen back into the depths of despair, constantly worrying about Donovan and his sick fucking ways, and trying anything possible to forget all about my past. I reach for the joint in my pocket, just as my phone vibrates next to it. I pull that out instead and find one new message from the last person I thought I would hear from, especially after my last drug-fueled run in with her.
TAYLOR: Hey Conrad, you at Riverside tonight?
I had heard through socials that there was a big party happening there tonight. I mean there always is, but this would have been bigger than most. Everyone puts their differences aside to ring in the new year. I couldn’t think of anything worse, yet anywhere is better than sitting here alone. I let playboy Jace take the reins.
JACE: I could be persuaded *wink emoji*
I don’t know why I even try to flirt with her, she is miles out of my league, and we have nothing in common, but she makes me want better for myself. Mix that with what a fucking knock out she is and well, I can’t help myself.
TAYLOR: Fancy a jailbreak? Stuck at the parentals party listening to their work buddies talk shop. Send help *praying hands emoji*
I contemplate my options: Staying here and sulking alone or going to get a pretty girl from a party. Looking at the time, it’s not even ten yet, but it would take me at least an hour to get to her and that’s if I managed to sneak out. In fact, there is no way I could sneak out, the house is too secure, everyone too on edge. That means I’d actually have to ask to leave, like I’m a fucking child. I’ve never had to ask permission for anything. I scoff just thinking about it, but then the thought of stay
ing in this house one minute longer makes me want to fucking die, so fuck it.
I get up and move towards Max, him and Zack are chatting in the corner, while the rest of his guys that are inside are playing on the Xbox. He looks up at me as soon as I approach, and Zack follows his gaze.
“I need to go out.” Simple and to the point, I don’t see any reason not to be blunt. He eyes me slowly, not saying a word, but managing to completely unnerve me with his unwavering glare.
Eventually, he sighs. “Take Tyler with you.” Is all he responds before he turns back to Zack to continue their conversation. That could have been worse, and out of all his guys, Tyler is the one I get on with the most.
Max spoke loudly enough to get Tyler’s attention and he moves towards me, grabbing his jacket off the chair, “where are we going?” He asks with a smile and I relax slightly when I realize none of them are going to bust my balls about it.
“Party.” Is all I say, before we turn and leave. When we reach the garage, he tosses me a set of keys to signal that I’m driving and I climb into the car. It feels good to be behind the wheel again, to be leaving the inside of these gates. I never thought I would ever look forward to going back to school, but at this point it can’t come quick enough.
I shoot a quick response to Taylor to tell her I’ll be there in an hour, and then we set off. We drive in silence until we reach the outskirts of Black Hallows.
“Are you armed?” Tyler asks suddenly, and I frown.
“Should I be?” I retort and then it’s his turn to frown.
“Thought you grew up here? You should always be fucking armed.” He snaps, pulling his jacket aside and showing the two guns on his waist.
I roll my eyes, “I’ve got a knuckle duster in my pocket.” Is all I respond, because it’s the only weapon I have on me and it’s the only one I’ve always used. I try not to think about the fact I killed someone, that I took a life without regret. I shouldn’t feel bad, they deserved it, but I am still responsible for the death of someone, and I haven’t fully decided how I feel about that yet.
When we finally make it to Taylor’s estate, the gates are open, and her long driveway is lined with cars. When she said her parents were throwing a party, she really meant a party. There has to be at least a hundred cars here. I drive past them all until I am swinging in front of the fountain in the middle of her drive. I roll my eyes at the ridiculous amount of wealth here, I will never get used to it, no matter how much time I spend with Elle and her family. I fire off another text to let her know I’m here, and then I wait.
A couple of minutes later, she stumbles out of the door. Seems she already started her party. As I climb from the car, an older man follows her out of the house. He’s staying in the shadows, but clearly he’s following her. When he steps into the light, he spots me and freezes. His face is vaguely familiar, but I can’t place him. He looks rattled to see me there and begins backing up immediately. I have the strange urge to follow him, but then Taylor trips and almost falls, and I rush towards her.
“Woah, princess, careful.” I take her arm and steady her as she swings her gaze towards me. Her pupils are wide, and her eyes look glossy, her cheeks filled with a blush despite the cold air.
“Jaceeeeee,” she says excitedly, dragging my name out as she tries, and fails to throw her arms around me.
“Started the party early, I see.” I say teasing her and she frowns.
“What? No. I had one glass of champagne off Dr. Asshole a few minutes ago, that’s it.” Her words slur slightly, and I frown. There is no way she only had one glass, she’s almost completely out of it.
“Who’s Dr. Asshole?” I ask with a slight grin, and she huffs.
“He’s here,” she turns to where I just saw the familiar looking man, but the space is empty. She shakes her head. “He was right there. He was the one who told me I should come out and get some fresh air. Said he would help me.”
Her words make the grin fall from my face, why would she need to be outside, in the dark, for him to help her if he’s a doctor. “What’s his real name?”
“Rolland.” She slurs, “Rolland Atkins.” Then she collapses into my arms.
Tyler jumps out of the car and rushes towards me, “What the fuck happened to her?”
I can’t answer him, all I can hear is Rolland Atkins’ name on repeat in my mind. A name I have seen countless times, for years. He’s the owner of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the state, one of Elliot Donovan's closest friends, and a target on Elle’s murder board. He also happens to be the name on Rachel’s death certificate. Taylor isn’t drunk. I believe her, she only had one glass, given to her by the trusted and respected Dr. Atkins, and I know exactly what was fucking in that champagne.
“She’s been drugged.” I bite out bitterly, “we need to get her out of here, now!” I move Taylor so I can pick her up in a fireman's hold, and head back towards the car. Tyler opens the door and helps me lift her in safely before he jumps into the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?” He asks, and I know he won’t like my answer, but right now I don’t care about anything but her.
“Home, she needs to see Arthur.” His gaze collides with mine in the mirror before he turns and looks at Taylor, sighing, he nods, then floors it out of there. I can see him keep checking the mirrors as he makes sure no one is following us. Smart man.
He saw me. Looked me right in the eye with enough recognition that he backed off. Does he know who I am? Who I’m with? Have I just put a target on her back without meaning to? I push those thoughts aside and concentrate on the only thing I can control right now, and that’s helping Taylor. I look down at her passed out on my lap, and wonder if this is what it was like for Rachel. Tricked by someone she thought she could trust. It makes my skin crawl. I reach out and brush a black strand of hair away from her face, and for a moment, I pretend. Pretend that we are the same, that we have lived the same kind of life, and that we are just a regular couple who could have ‘it’. That thing that people dream of, that Marcus and Elle have already found. That I say I don’t want, but secretly crave. I pretend, and it feels good.
I watch her breathe in and out and wonder if it’s possible. Wonder if, given the chance, could the right girl break through all my shit and make it all better. Make me better? I don’t know if it’s possible or if Taylor could even be the right girl, but just for a moment, here in this car, she is, we are, and life doesn’t feel so bad.
By the time we make it back to the house, the new year has come and gone. Tyler took a long route home to ensure we weren’t followed and as we move through the gates, the house is a lot darker than when we left it. He pulls into the garage and turns off the engine.
He turns, “I’ll go alert Max and get Arthur ready for her.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just gets out, opens my door for me and leaves. It’s like he knew I needed a minute longer to just pretend. But I can’t anymore, not in the light of the garage. This isn’t pretend, this is real life, my life and I just dragged her into it when I should have pushed her away. Elle is probably going to freak out that I brought her here and I’m sure Donovan and Marcus will have something to say about it too. But I can’t worry about that right now.
I slip out of the car and slowly maneuver her back into my arms and carry her inside until we reach my room. I get there at the same time Arthur does, and I don’t miss the flash of disgust passing over his face, or the way he locks his jaw when he sees the innocent girl, passed out in my arms. I place her on the bed, and he starts checking her vitals.
I don’t know if she is going to be okay, If I’m going to be okay, but I do know who needs to die next and I know I have to be the one to do it.
Chapter 31
ELLE
It’s a new year and I’m waking up in River’s arms feeling perfectly rested and satisfied. So much has changed in the last six months, so much has happened. So much blood and death and almosts, I can barely keep up. But I’m here, we’re her
e. We’re safe. Marcus and I stayed in bed curled up in each other all night. Ash popped his head in on his way to bed with a sleeping Cass, and for once, everything just felt right.
I stretch out, careful not to wake Marcus, who is still snoring softly beside me and head to the bathroom. I go to the toilet, wash my hands, and then look at my reflection in the mirror. There are marks across my chest and up my neck that remind me exactly what we did last night, and I can’t help but smile. Being with him is like being free. Free from my demons, the weight of the world and everything I still have to do. He makes me weak in the best kind of way, reminding me of who I truly am at my core.
I head into the kitchen to find coffee, which I desperately need, and find Jace pacing. He halts as soon as he spots me, grabbing the already brewed coffee pot and pouring me a cup, and silently handing it over. He looks anxious and on edge, and I start to worry slightly. He’s just in black sweats leaving his tattooed torso completely on display and when he reaches out and absentmindedly touches where I know his sister's name sits, I really start to panic.
“What happened?” I put my mug down and lean on the counter across from him.
He sighs, “I have a situation.” Is all he says, and I frown.
I pick up my cup again and take another sip, blowing it a little. “Okay,” I drag the word out, “want to tell me what that means?”
“Taylor Kennedy is in my bed.” He blurts out, and my eyebrows nearly hit the roof as I slam my coffee back onto the counter. “Before you yell, I can explain.”
“Yell?” I scoff in disbelief, “I wouldn’t even know how to yell right now, do you know how reckless this is? Cassie is asleep right down the hall, Jace.”
“I know, Elle, I know, but I couldn’t leave her, she was in a bad way.”
My senses immediately go on high alert, “what do you mean?”