Ride Or Die

by Storm, Zee Shine

  I let out a scoff and gulped down the water.

  "Well she better not say anything," I replied after handing the bottle back to him. "I won’t hesitate to rearrange her face next time."

  He exhaled roughly and I heard him dump the bottle on the night stand before going back to sleep with his back to me. I could barely make out his form but I did see enough to know he was angry and wanted me to shut up. I on the other hand was so wound up that silence was the last thing I needed tonight. He was not going to turn his back on me this easily. I wasn't going to let him.

  "What's the matter, Jude? All this talk of violence and bloodshed turning your stomach? Would you like some lavender soap and fluffy blankets to comfort you?"

  "Shut the fuck up," he muttered and I grinned because I was evil like that. And unlike him, I actually enjoyed it.

  I reached out a foot and trailed it up his bare leg while biting my lip. Getting him to fuck me when he kept saying no was one of my favourite things to do. That inevitable moment when his resolve shattered and he gave in to the madness was one of the headiest of experiences.

  "Take those boxers off, baby," I said seductively. "I want you naked and underneath me."

  "Wynnie, stop fucking around. Too much has happened today and you need to take it easy."

  I rolled my eyes at his sage advice and took my t-shirt off. I needed this. I always did. Especially when too much happened and there wasn't anything I could do to fix it. Taking it out on him through sex was what helped even though he tried to get me to process it in a healthier way.

  He must have heard the whisper of clothes leaving my body because he said, "The walls are too thin. We can't."

  My vagina was already growing moist at the scenario because I knew very well that the walls were too thin. And I didn't care. I loved fucking him and I would love it if people could hear us doing it because it was hot. And Jude might deny it all he wants but it was hot for him as well.

  "Should I gag you then?" I whispered as I scooted closer to his warm body and inserted my thigh between his, giving him a nip on his shoulder.

  "You're louder than I am," he replied, making me smile because it was true. But he could be loud too.

  Nobody heard us back where we had lived so we'd made it a habit not to hold back in any way during sex.

  "Let's make a bet," I mumbled in his ear while my hand went to his erection and massaged the length of it. "Whoever cries out first will leave the country first too. And the other one gets to stay back and take care of...business."

  Jude's hand moved down to grip mine and we both spent a few seconds stroking his dick and getting him hard as a pole. "How do you want it?" he mumbled back.

  I knew exactly how. Hard. Fast. Unhampered by emotion or tenderness. Just me taking his body the way I loved to. Shamelessly and with a sense of naughtiness thrown in because of the whole age difference. I relished what he became with me.

  "Turn on your back," I instructed him.

  Once he did, I bent to his cock and licked it with long, firm strokes of my tongue, cupped his balls and squeezed a little and then took his fingers to rub them over my clit and spread my juices over my folds.

  It felt so lewd and animalistic and I liked it, the feel of his rough fingers rubbing me and then pushing in and out of me under my guidance. I was ready in no time and mounted him as though he was a prized stallion and I was the only female for miles. Yeah, I knew how mating worked with animals but Jude and I rolled differently, depending on our moods. I was the one who needed to top this time.

  When I sunk onto his cock, my teeth dug into my bottom lip at the sensation, the feeling of being filled up and at home, the nerve-endings which were set alight at that first physical contact of his heavy length inside me.

  "You're such a bad boy," I whispered in the dark and he pumped into me in response because he secretly enjoyed it when I called him those dirty, degrading things.

  I was the only girl in this world for whom Jude Reginald Knight would sink to his knees and that was my power. I was not ashamed to admit that. It was only fair since he had me so hooked on him that I almost went insane at the thought of us ever separating.

  Pressing my palms to his chest, I began to rock my hips, increasing my pace little by little and gasping as my blood heated and pulse raced. I clenched around him as I rode him fiercely but he was stubbornly silent. The only indication that I drove him wild was the vice-like grip he had on my hips.

  "Come on," I urged and bounced on his cock so hard, the bed started to creak. "I know you want to scream for me, baby. Do it. Feel that lovely, young pussy that's dripping just for you. Because it can’t get enough of your huge-"

  I was stunned when he suddenly lifted me off him and tossed me on the bed face down like he sometimes does when he feels like dominating. And then his head was between my thighs, lapping up the moisture with his tongue and spreading me out almost crudely while I braced myself on my elbows and watched him, unable to make out much.

  Pleasure ripped through me as his mouth worked on me down there, the way he was licking me with confident, dragged out swipes of his tongue.

  "Jude," I whispered and my hand reached behind me to grip his hair while I tried not to growl at him. "Fuck, that's so good."

  He lifted his head and again, I found myself being shifted until my ass was in the air and my face pushed against the mattress. I was enjoying his roughness and take-charge attitude so much, I was grinning into the sheets, my hair plastered to my face due to the sweat I had worked up.

  "What about this? Is this good?" he asked me and fingered my back hole.

  I'd already taken him in there countless times but it still felt naughty.

  "Uh-huh. But your dick will be even better," I told him and he lubed me up with my own pussy juice before gripping my hips and pushing inside me.

  I groaned when he slid in but Jude remained absolutely silent except for a low hiss. It was maddening. I was supposed to be making him scream.

  "Oh god," I said and muffled my voice into the mattress as pleasure spread all across my body.

  My fingers went to my clit and rubbed furiously while he fucked me and also buried two digits inside my vagina for good measure.

  "Jesus," I said, my eyes rolling with sensation.

  "You want to say that a little louder, baby?" he asked in a strained voice. "You wanted people to hear us, right? So let them," he jerked out and thrusted hard once.

  So hard, a sharp cry exited my mouth. I couldn't help it. That was unfair. He meant for that to happen so I would lose. Motherfucker.

  And once he had won the bet, he stopped playing games and gave himself over to the tide of pleasurable sensations and overwhelming lust. I let him take me the way he wanted and we both didn't bother to stifle our moans as we came hard in the end.

  Jude took me in his arms afterwards, kissed my hair and rubbed my shoulders absently while I tucked myself into his side and went to sleep, the torment I was in earlier fading away for the rest of the night.

  But I knew by now that running away from the big, bad things that haunted us was not a long-term solution. The nightmares would come back. As long as I ran, I would remain a little bit broken. I hadn't been strong enough to exact vengeance for myself. And I was helpless to do it now for my mother. I only wished I could live with myself and with Jude for cowering from what needed to be done this time around.

  Jude

  4.

  Saying goodbye to Wynter was the hardest thing. She was all wide-eyed and baby-faced. Her fingers clung to mine until the very end when it was time to board the private jet I had chartered for this trip. And the way she pressed her mouth to mine before drawing back and saying, "You better come back to me, Mr. Knight, or I swear there will be hell to pay," nearly broke my resolve.

  I steeled myself against the misery and angst, the clawing need to drop all other commitments and take her in my arms again so we could fly out together. This girl had so much power over me that the idea of separa
tion felt like drilling a hole in my chest.

  "Be safe, baby," I whispered as I watched the jet take off an hour later and pulled my hat down low over my face before heading over to the other side of the airport where my own private plane was waiting.

  It bothered me now that my life had turned into this cat and mouse game. That I had become so weak I’d chosen the easy way out. The coward's way out. Months ago, for the sake of our mental health, it had been the wisest course. But who was I kidding? I'd seen the way Wynnie had enjoyed her short-lived friendship with Brent's daughter. I'd taken such simple things away from her and wrapped us in a fantasy that was neither practical nor healthy for a teenage girl.

  Sometimes, it felt like those other people had been right, like they'd been justified in hating me because I was a groomer. I'd given in to the wiles of a young fan by letting her stay in my house and then sleeping with her. It didn't matter that she'd already been obsessed or that she’d lied about her age. Even when I had found out the truth, I'd played a huge role in taking our relationship to where it was today.

  I was a sick bastard, yes. But I did love her. So much that if I didn't do this one thing for her, I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life.

  Buying out Hierchay was not a lie. But it was an excuse. For what, I never intended for her to know.

  Wynter

  5.

  France. He'd decided to bring us to France. I had never even set foot out of the country before but here I was lounging on a villa near the coast with a drink in my hand, watching the sunset. It was a strange experience for me. We weren't exactly in the clear just because we had moved to another country. Jude was still well-known and the danger of being discovered would surround us at every turn but for now, nobody in the world except for Brent and Phillipa knew our exact location. And this time, I hoped Ella wouldn't interfere and leave us the hell alone for good.

  But it had been almost forty-eight hours so a tiny sliver of doubt began to creep into my heart that maybe Jude had changed his mind about me. Maybe he had decided to wash his hands off the mess that was Wynter Cassidy and use his money and power to clear himself of all charges and brave the public this time.

  He was different now. Tougher. He didn't need me, right? Ella would help him. They might even be planning to be together.

  My fingers clutched at the glass I was holding as sunlight streamed into my eyes and I got off the lounger to walk over to the balcony and peer at the sparkling ocean right below.

  What if he doesn't come back?

  He hadn't called me. Hadn't even texted. I'm supposed to be mad at him but I'm worried and I can't sleep at nights. All this distance for what? A business deal?

  It couldn't be that simple. Not with a man like Jude.

  "He'll be back soon, Wynter."

  Phillipa's voice carried across the patio from behind me and I whirled to regard her angrily, no longer able to keep the panic from my voice.

  "So he has spoken to you?" I demanded shrilly and felt like hurling the glass into her calm face because Jude Knight made me want to do psychotic shit like that. Why would he speak to her and not me? What the hell was going on?

  "He only said he needed more time and I could return once he joined you here," Phillipa told me gravely. "Let him do what needs to be done, girl."

  I stared daggers at her and hated myself for it because I actually liked Phillipa and she was only trying to help us while risking getting in trouble with the law. I should be thanking her for it, not resenting her.

  Reluctantly, I headed inside the villa which I also resented because I missed our fucking cabin. That warm, secluded place which had kept Jude occupied with nothing but me and his writing. That was how I had wanted to live. I needed him to only think of me and nobody else, nothing else, although I did understand his passion for writing. It was the exception to my rule and the only other thing that made him happy so I wasn't going to take that away from him.

  But as soon as the real world interfered, life became messy and complicated. Fucking miserable.

  I just wanted him back.

  Phillipa tried to stop me from drinking but I think even she wasn't sure I would refrain from harming her so she went into the other room and bade me goodnight.

  I hated wine. Absolutely hated it. But I made myself gulp it down because my sobriety was torture right now. I missed him more than anyone should be allowed to miss someone. And I was grieving for Mom so that made this separation a thousand times worse.

  "I hate you," I slurred into the pillow as the wine bottle fell from my limp fingers a couple of hours later. "I hate you, Jude. It's not okay if you leave me. It's not okay because I can't live without you and you know that. So please...for the love of God...just come back to me."

  Jude

  6.

  There was blood on my clothes. Sticky, reeking blood which hurt me to look at and made me nauseous. I'd wanted it to be clean. I'd planned for it to be over quickly, to catch him unawares and then be out of there before his body had collapsed to the floor.

  But death wasn't clean. Killing someone wasn't clean. He hadn't gone down easy. I'd waited until it was nightfall to sneak inside his house and off him in his sleep but like the clumsy amateur I was, I'd ended up stubbing my toe against the bottom of the couch and sending the lamp crashing to the floor. He'd woken up as I'd winced, immediately seen the gun in my hands and lurched towards it. Just as he'd clutched my wrist, I had fired the shot but he had been big and strong and his pudgy fingers had wrapped themselves around my throat, trying to squeeze the life out of me.

  Recognition had lit up his eyes a few seconds in and he had sneered at me.

  “She sent you to finish me off, did she?” he had growled, bleeding out but not easing up on his grip. “I knew she wouldn’t be able to help herself after finding out what I did to her mother. She used to let me behave however I wanted with her just to keep that bitch of her mum safe.”

  My vision had started to blacken and the gun dropped from my hands before I clutched the back of his hand with my fingers, trying to pry it off my neck. I had to get back to Wynnie. I promised her I would. It couldn’t end like this.

  “Where is she?” Joshua demanded wheezily, his eyes wild with some kind of perverted excitement I couldn’t even decipher. “Where is my little girl? I know all about the two of you.” He grimaced and shook me a little. “She couldn’t give that ass to me but she can give it to you? I took care of her. I was her daddy. You know what it’s like, right? You know how the young ones are with their horny little pussies. I barely waited for her to grow up.”

  I swear if I hadn’t been struggling to catch my breath, I would have thrown up in his face because of the way he was talking about her but instead, I let go of his wrist and dug my fingers roughly into his gunshot wound.

  Joshua let out a howl and I used the brief moment of distraction to ram my fist into his face before shoving him away from me. I couldn’t breathe for some time as I fell to my hands and knees but I couldn’t afford the luxury of recovering either. He would kill me and I would never see her face again. Even in my death, Wynter would never forgive me for this.

  With a shaking hand, I lifted the gun once more and aimed it at him where he had collapsed next to the couch, finally weakened by the wound I had inflicted.

  Joshua’s eyes narrowed at me, his breathing growing labored as we regarded each other with hatred. How on earth had she faced him back then and survived? This man was not an easy opponent. His strength had been considerable. This was the predator who had made her life a living hell for two complete years before trying to rape her. This was the monster who had instilled so much fear in her and ripped away a safety she had been entitled to in such a way that she still had nightmares because of it. That she sometimes even looked at me as if I would turn into a Joshua and hurt her the same way. The man who had haunted her long enough.

  No more now, Wynnie, I thought to myself. No more.

  My heart ached for her so much an
d even more so when he grinned at me and said, “Killing me…isn’t going to bring her mother back. My death…will never mean…her victory.”

  I shut him up before he said anything else which would make me abandon all my efforts to get this over with quickly and subject him to a very slow and excruciatingly painful demise.

  I'd done the right thing, I told myself, as I made sure I left no evidence behind before exiting the house. All I wanted was to get as far away from there as possible and not think about what I had done. It would have been easier to hire somebody else to do the dirty work but it also would have been cowardly.

  This was for her. This was all for her because nobody had ever protected her before. Not the law, not her mother, not her friend.

  Her friend. Yeah, I hadn’t been able to talk myself into killing a teenage boy because I had hoped he would learn from his mistakes. But it had been so easy to lure him into that shed in the woods when I had told him about the money I was willing to pay to watch him have sex with another girl out there. An unconscious girl.

  That sick piece of shit. He hadn't learned his lesson at all even after being exposed months ago. He had shown up.

  Well, he wasn't going to be showing up anywhere else for a couple of days while he stayed locked up in that dark shed, tied to a chair and blindfolded. It was amazing how much power a gun could hold. I hadn't let him see my face or answered him when he had asked me what I was doing. I'd just left him there.

  It wasn't a fit punishment but it would definitely make him think twice in future about accepting such deals. At least, I hoped so. To me, Noah just seemed like another Joshua in the making.