Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two)

by Marie Skye

  His expression grew serious as he turned me to face him. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.” I watched as he crouched down in front of me and moved my hair off my face. I wanted to say something, but waited for him to finish. “It’s been taken care of. He’s been taken care of, Emmalin. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  I bit my bottom lip, because if what he was saying without actually saying it was true, Carson was dead. Carson. Was. Dead. I felt the tears form in my eyes. “Nod if you understand, baby.” A tear slipped. “I know there’s a lot of emotions going through your mind right now. And this is a lot to take in.” He looked down at my hands gripping the edge of the table and began smoothing them. “Focus on me and my voice, alright? It’s over, Emmalin. It’s all over. I’m here right now with you.” My tears were freely falling as I stared into his eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, just nod that you understand.” I shut my eyes. I was free. I was finally free. I opened my eyes and barely managed a half nod before I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, knocking us to the floor.

  “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “How?”

  He squeezed me closer to him. “That’s not for you to know.”

  I was quiet again. Even though it was probably around noon, the blackout curtains in our bedroom always made it seem like night. I picked my head up off his chest and looked at him. “When?”

  He looked at me and sighed before placing my head back on his chest. “Also not for you to know about. You’re safe. Just how you should be. You’re in my arms, also how you should be, the only problem being you’re not naked.” He pulled me up so I straddled him and lifted my shirt off.

  With quick work, my bra was gone. He moved so he was sitting up, and guided his hand to the back of my neck, bringing my face to his. He nipped the bottom of my lip, before swiping his tongue over my lip. I reached up to where his hand was and brought it down to the front of my neck, and he paused.

  “Claim me,” I whispered.

  He studied me closely. “Claim me, Grayson. Make me not scared anymore. Claim me completely.” I watched as his eyes darkened at what I was saying. What I was asking him. I had always feared anything relating to neck play. I was always choked when I was being raped as a child, and I feared it. The first time Grayson put his hands on my neck, I froze and shut down on him. Now, I was asking him to take my fear away completely. His hand tightened, and my eyes didn’t waver from his. I felt my pulse quicken slightly. He leaned down and tugged a nipple into his mouth as he applied a little more pressure, and I moaned.

  He suddenly flipped me over, and I was laying on my stomach. He pulled off the rest of my clothes and climbed up behind me. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” I whispered.

  “Who do you come for?”

  I shivered as he trailed a line down my spine. “Only you.”

  He toyed with my entrance, which had me purring. “And who makes you this wet, Emmalin? Who makes you so fucking wet and makes you come so fucking hard?” I moaned as he thrust three fingers in, fucking me relentlessly. I grabbed the sheets, clenching at them hard. “I can feel your cunt tightening on me, begging for me to let you come. Is that what you want to do? To come?”

  I was panting hard. I felt my core starting to clench down. “Yes,” I yelled out. His thrusting slowed, and I started to panic that he was going to do his orgasm denial again.

  “Shhh, not yet. Don’t worry, I need you to hold on just a few more minutes. I promise, I’ll let you come. I’ll let you come as many times as you want.” I nodded, still gripping the sheets. I was trembling, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin. “You are so fucking beautiful when you submit to me. Even more beautiful, now that you’ve submitted to me fully.” I arched my back, wanting to feel more of his touch, and he smirked as he swatted my ass, which did nothing but make me beg for more.

  “Patience, my vixen. Patience.” He swatted my ass a few more times. “Stay in this position. Don’t move; I mean it.” He moved off the bed and went into the closet. I was so primed up, I swear I could come if I breathed a certain way.

  He finally came back, lightly grazed my clit with his fingertips, and I jumped. He held me down by the small of my back. “What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, as he slipped two fingers in, gliding over that sweet spot deep inside of me that had me seeing stars.

  “I want you to own me, claim me. All of me.”

  “What else?”

  “I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to fuck me like your dirty little slut.” I gasped at the words that fell out of my mouth.

  Grayson growled. “Shit, Emmalin, I am so fucking hard right now, and hearing you say that almost made me come. Fuck almighty, the things you do to me.”

  He shifted slightly. I was so wet that I could feel it trail down my thighs. He ripped the crotch of my panties off, and bunched the rest of the material further up my hips. He gathered more wetness from my entrance, and slowly used it to tease the puckered hole of my ass. I stilled, and his grip on my hips tightened. “Relax baby, I know we’ve never done this, but I’m claiming you. All of you.” I tensed as his finger pushed past the resistance. He reached around with his other hand and began circling my clit, which distracted me, and I found myself pushing back, wanting more. Just when I was starting to get used to it, he inserted another digit. The sensation was different. Fuller.

  “You’re doing beautifully. So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my neck. I felt him align himself at my entrance and push in slowly, and I started to see stars. With his fingers fucking my ass, and now him fucking me, my body couldn’t process fast enough what was going on. “I need to feel you squeezing me, love.” His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit, then he pushed into me as far as he could and stilled as I came around him. I buried my face in the sheets, screaming, as the waves of pleasure overtook me.

  “Fuck, baby, you gripped me so hard. Your pussy is dripping down my balls. It’s such a beautiful sight. It took a lot of restraint to not come with you just now.”

  I lightly laughed, still gripping the sheets. My body was soaked in sweat. “I think you’re trying to torture me with all these new sensations.” My body was so tingly and never felt so alive.

  He chuckled. “I was hoping you would say that. I felt him ease his fingers from my ass, and immediately felt the coolness of a substance hit afterwards. I turned my head to see what he was doing. “Turn around. I told you I wanted you in one position.” I quickly complied, getting anxious. He shifted again, and the head of his dick slowly inched its way into my puckered hole, and I immediately tensed.

  “I need you to relax for me.”

  My breathing had picked up, and I started to panic. “That’s easy for you to say, your body doesn’t feel like it’s being ripped.”

  He kissed my shoulder, inching forward again, and I felt myself start to crawl up the bed, trying to get away, when his grip tightened on my hips. “It’ll only hurt if you make it hurt, but I’m claiming you. All of you. You’re controlling this, Emmalin.”

  He was right, I was controlling this. I relaxed a little as he inched in again. I bit down on my bottom lip. “Almost there, baby.” And finally, he bottomed out. He stilled, giving me time to stretch around him. His hands wandered over my body, plucking at my nipples, as he laid kisses down my back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful and perfect, and mine. All mine. Completely and utterly mine.” He massaged my back. “You doing alright?”

  I nodded. I was still biting my lip.

  He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you forget how well I know you, and your body.” He started to move, and I gasped. He reached around, and I expected him to rub my clit, but I felt buzzing instead, and I jumped.

  “Fuck, Grayson.” The sensation from the bullet against my clit, and his thrusting getting faster had me ready. The speed on the bullet sped up. He trailed a single line up my spine to the base of my ne
ck, and moved my hair to one side, and his hand wrapped around my neck. Not in a threatening hold. But in a possessive hold. And I wasn’t scared. I fucking loved it. I loved every minute of it. I smiled at the pleasure; the bullet sending me over the edge as he pounded into my ass hard, before finally collapsing on top of me. I was his possession. I was his. I was officially claimed.

  I walked around with a smile the rest of the day. I felt renewed for some reason. Different. If I was addicted to Grayson before, I was a straight up addict now. He actually had to tell me no for sex at some point because we had to get the place ready for Noah and Abby’s arrival. Didn’t mean I couldn’t give him a blow job while driving to the store.

  “I think we cleaned out the store.”

  He smiled as he stored the games we just bought in a closet. “Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve had them, so I don’t want them to be bored. Three whole days with them; anything can happen. They’ll overrun this entire place.”

  “That’s because they have you wrapped around their little finger. Just like you’re wrapped around mine.”

  I yelped as he lifted me over his shoulder. “Around your finger, huh? Baby, you got me by the balls.” He swatted me on the ass and took me back to bed.

  Chapter Twenty

  They always say when things are going well, it’s too good to be true. I should’ve known. I should’ve listened to my gut reaction. I was too happy. I was too fucking happy. I looked over at the water that dripped on the floor, finally able to move. My body was screaming in agony. Where was Abby? Was she hurt? What did they do to her? I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but I didn’t have time for that.

  Just a few hours ago, we were out having a good time, and then everything imploded.

  “Are you enjoy your girls’ day?”

  Abby looked up at me and grinned. “This is the best day ever. I love the sparkly purple nail polish.”

  I smiled, admiring her new shiny nails. “Me too. I didn’t take you for purple. Pink maybe, but not purple.”

  She frowned. “I hate pink and everything it stands for.” I laughed at the disgusted look she gave me.

  “Well, purple definitely looks beautiful on you. What do you say we head home; the boys should be back from their men’s day?” I smiled, thinking how Noah convinced Grayson to don a Thor cape as they went out to “Avenge” stuff. I looked back over my shoulder. All day, I felt like something was off, and I had that feeling again. I felt a yank on my arm.

  “Can we?”

  “Can we what, sweetie?”

  “Can we stop in here and look?”

  I looked at the store window. I really just wanted to get home where it was safe. “Maybe we should just head home, Abby.”

  “Please, just a few minutes.” I sighed and looked around us.

  “Fine, just a few minutes, okay; then we’re going back home.” We stepped in the store that was full of colored costume jewelry, all arranged by color. “Stay close by.” She nodded as she went to the next aisle to browse.

  I was looking at a turquoise scarf and the lady in front of me bumped into me. “I’m so sorry,” I said, moving out of her way. She turned around, and I gasped.

  “Ashley?”

  “Fancy meeting you here, Emmalin.”

  I was shocked. I haven’t seen her since the charity gala almost a year ago. Then I remembered how Grayson told me she snuck into his room at Tesh. I looked her up and down; she was dressed in all black. Black top, black pants, and a black hoodie. Very unlike her, from what I remembered. I didn’t even think she owned pants, let alone clothes like these.

  “What are you doing here?”

  She reached out and grabbed the scarf I was looking at. “Not your color, dear,” she tsked. Before I had time to simply turn around and walk away, I felt a prick in my neck, followed by a brief amount of pressure. It all happened so quickly, I almost didn’t have time to respond. I reached up and grabbed my neck. I saw Ashley smile as a person came from behind me.

  Carson.

  I stared at him in shock as he stood next to Ashley, smiling. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t move. As in, I physically couldn’t move or talk. Whatever he gave me acted fast. I could feel my pulse racing, and yet I couldn’t move. It was if my body was becoming paralyzed.

  “Hey, Emme, did you find anything?” Shit, Abby.

  Ashley crouched down in front of her. “I don’t think she feels very well, dear.”

  Abby looked from Ashley to me, and I just stood there. “She’s diabetic. My uncle taught me what to do.”

  “Did he now? You’re a very smart young lady to know all of that. And you know what? I’m very, very good friends with your uncle too, and I talked to him. He asked if we would take you guys to a safe place until Emmalin felt better.”

  Abby reached up and grabbed my hand. I couldn’t even feel her hand. “Are you okay? Don’t be scared.” I stared into her eyes and tried pleading with her to run, to call for help. I just needed her to run. They can take me but not her. God, please not her. Carson walked over and picked me up.

  Ashley took Abby’s hand. I wanted to scream out, ‘Don’t fucking touch her!’, but I couldn’t even do that. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure she feels all better.”

  I jumped at a noise somewhere. I looked around the room. It was dark, musky, and I was on some old stained thin mattress on the floor. Over in the far corner was my bag. My bag! My gun was still in there. I just had to hope they didn’t find it. I tried moving off the mattress and going to it, now noticing the chains around my wrists, latched to the floor. Fuck. I pulled on the chains, then pulled harder. They wouldn’t budge, no matter what I did. I felt tears gather behind my eyes, but I wasn’t going to let them fall. I wasn’t going to give up.

  The room started to rumble, and I looked around, then up at the ceiling. We were underground somewhere, beneath a subway. Fuck, we could be anywhere in Chicago. The door made a loud noise and slowly opened, and I backed up and guarded myself against the wall. Carson walked in with a chair, and shut the door behind him.

  “Good, you’re up.”

  I glared at him. “Where’s Abby?”

  He sighed. “No hi, how are you, bro, good to see you?”

  “Where the fuck is Abby?”

  He rolled his eyes as he sat down in his chair. “She’s fine, being entertained for the moment. Whining about you.”

  “If you hurt her, I swear to God...”

  “Are you always this dramatic? Fuck, I’m glad I didn’t have to grow up with you.” He rubbed his face. “So, let’s talk. I believe you owe me some money. I know, I know, I was supposed to collect weeks ago. I’ve been busy, but then again so have you, haven’t you?” He gave me wide grin. “I told you not to open your mouth about me, but you didn’t listen, now did you, so I made you pay for it. Bet you didn’t think I would keep my word about killing those close to you, did you?” He let out a loud boisterous laugh. “You can thank Ashley for the murder of Tyler, though, that was her doing. Well, it was mine, but she got the vehicle.”

  I stared at him as he rambled on, basically patting himself on the back, like he was genuinely proud of himself. Tears pricked my eyes. He was supposed to be dead. Grayson said he was dead. Why wasn’t he dead?

  “Hey! Pay the fuck attention; this is important.” He snapped his fingers in front of me before hitting me hard across the face, and I fell forward. With my hands still chained, I could barely brace myself before the impact. He climbed up behind me, pushing my dress up, and I squeezed my legs shut. “I think maybe I need to get your attention in other ways.” I started screaming as I tried pushing him off of me, but his weight was too heavy. “If you don’t stay the fuck still, I will go upstairs right now and bring her down here and make her watch. Is that what you want?”

  Tears were streaming down my face. “Carson, please.” He banged my head on the cement floor, then lifted me up to look at him. “I said, is that what you want?” Blood started to gush into my eye, and I t
ried to rub it away with my forearm. “I’ll make it easier for you. I can bring her down here, and make her watch us. I can kill her right in front of you, or I can simply fuck you. Which is it?” He pressed his erection into my back, and I felt myself dry heave. His grip on my hair tightened.

  I shut my eyes.

  “Do whatever you want to me,” I finally choked out. Tears fell down my cheeks as his tongue licked the side of my face.

  ***

  Unjust

  Destroyed.

  Damaged.

  Shattered.

  Cracked.

  Sweet Dreams Are Made of This, Who am I to Disagree?

  Travel the World and the Seven Seas. Everybody’s looking for something.

  That song kept playing on repeat. And not even the original version, the remade Marilyn Manson version. I tried taking a deep breath, but everything hurt. Everything always hurt.

  I wanna use you and abuse you, I wanna know what’s inside you. Hold your head up, Movin on, Keep your head up, Movin on

  I looked down at my white linen dress Abby picked out this morning. She wanted to match. It wasn’t white anymore. It was covered in blood. I doubled over as another sharp pain came through, and more blood seeped from between my legs onto the dress. Right before Carson left, he delivered a sharp blow from his steel-toed boot to my abdomen. Breathing was starting to become a struggle. But Abby’s safe. I stared at my bag still in the corner, untouched. I needed to get to my bag.

  The music suddenly stopped. The door creaked open, and I shielded myself. Please don’t let it be Abby. She can’t see me like this. I heard a gasp. I looked up at the door and was glad it wasn’t Abby. Ashley stood there with her mouth covered, and she quickly closed the door.

  She shook her head as she looked me over. “He took it too far. He wasn’t supposed to take it this far.” She walked over to me, and I started to cower away.