Repent (The Disciples Book 3)

by Cassandra Robbins

  I need her to give me, everything. I want it all.

  “Stop fighting me, Dolly.” I jerk her forward so my mouth can steal any remaining breath of hers. As her pussy tightens, I whisper in her ear, “Close your eyes and get ready to see God.”

  I let go of her neck at the right moment. As her whole body shakes, her pussy clenches around my cock like a vise. Her eyes roll back in her head.

  I’m seconds away from shooting my seed deep inside her, but I need to see the beauty of my Dolly unraveling. Her magical pussy grips my cock so tight it’s as if it’s trying to milk the cum out of me.

  “Edge.” Her nails scratch my chest.

  “That’s it, baby. Let it all go. Tell me who you belong to.” My hands guide her beautiful hips as I jerk her up and down on my cock.

  “You. I belong to you, Edge.”

  I’m fucking out of breath. My wound stings with her cum and I love every fucking second of this. I lift her up for one last deep thrust. As she screams, my body freezes. I don’t want to move and could stay buried deep inside her forever.

  “Fuck.” My body jerks and I shoot my seed deep inside her. She whimpers, her pussy clenching, almost vibrating on my cock. Then she collapses on me, our harsh breathing in sync as my eyes drift shut and I let her warmth and smell lull me to sleep.

  EDGE

  Thirty-one years old

  They’re calling my number. My cell block number. I don’t respond because I can’t be back in this cement hell.

  “Hey man, I thought we were gonna do business when I get out?” Marco stands above me. Why am I on the ground? I smell prison. It’s all around me like petrified meat.

  “Where am I?” My thigh hurts, but what hurts more is that I’m back in jail and I can’t have her, be with her. My red lipstick girl, the reason I get up in the morning and go to sleep at night.

  “Edge?” she calls to me and I try to answer, but nothing comes out.

  I hear heels clicking and turn toward the sound. I’m cold and my body is sticky.

  Red, it’s everywhere. The walls, the floor, my hands. Her high heels stop right in front of me as I reach for her. She leans down and holds out her hands to help me up.

  “I got you, Edge.” Her pouty red lips brush mine. I stand holding her hands tight as I feel her pulse through her fingertips.

  “No… I have you…”

  I bolt up.

  “Jesus.” The early-morning sun filters into Dolly’s small bedroom.

  “You okay?” She rises up on her elbow, her big brown eyes still looking sleepy. My heart tightens. I love her like this, her body warm and smelling like her own special vanilla candy scent.

  “Yeah. Just a dream.” I exhale as I flop back on the bed my arm covering my face. I haven’t had that particular dream in a while. When I first got out of jail, it used to haunt me, but that was years ago.

  “Do you have a fever?” My cock hardens at the sound of her raspy voice.

  I drop my hand to look at her. Leaning over me, she places her cool hand on my forehead. A tiny wrinkle forms on the top area of the bridge of her nose. Her beautiful brown eyes caress my face. Cocking my head, I reach up with my thumb to smooth it out then cup her cheek.

  As we gaze at each other, I caress her cheek with my thumb, moving it to her puffy lips. “No more knives, baby.”

  “No more knives.” A tear trickles down as I brush it away with my thumb. She reaches to trace my bottom lip, and a small sad smile crosses her face. “I love you so much… it scares me.” Her voice cracks. “Sometimes, I think I’m going crazy.” Her breath falters on the last part. And this is the shit I’m not participating in anymore.

  Dolly knows right from wrong. She’s not crazy; she’s scared and insecure. But I’m done with this crap.

  Moving her hand aside, I sit up. “Only you can stop it, Dolly.” I lean over her for my pack of cigarettes.

  “What?” She sits up, clearly expecting my usual reassurances that I’m not fucking other women and that she’s all I need. I’ve done it for years and it’s gotten us nowhere.

  “I’m done. Not participating anymore.” I stand to check out my wound. It’s caked over with dried blood but there’s no swelling and the staples are still holding. I’m sore, though I’ve had way worse. My cock is hard and thick. None of this has slowed me down.

  Stretching, I light a cigarette and walk to the window to take in the sunny day.

  A bunch of kids are doing tricks on their skateboards. A woman pushes a stroller to a car while a man carries the child in his arms laughing and kissing its fingers. My heart speeds up. Could I have that someday? What would it be like to have Dolly swell with my baby?

  “How much time do you need for a dress? We’re going to Vegas today.” I snarl the last part forcing myself to turn away from the happy family.

  “You’re kidding me.” She slaps the bed.

  Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply. I need the magic of nicotine to calm me and wake my brain up. My cock stands hard and thick almost as if he too wants to spend all day dumping his seed into her wet pussy. But I have a lot of shit to do today if she’s going to be my wife tonight. That doesn’t mean I can resist stroking it.

  She swallows and licks her lips as she tries not to look at me jerking my cock.

  Taking the cigarette out of my mouth, I go to her. She glares at me and backs up to the headboard.

  “Open your mouth.” She takes a breath then parts her lips as I grab her chin. Our eyes lock in a silent battle. I shake my head as I release her and place the cigarette in her lips, grinning at her confusion, my other hand still jerking myself off.

  Her eyes narrow as she takes an inhale. All her guilt and remorse from yesterday seems to be gone. She leans her arms on her knees and inhales but doesn’t offer to give it back to me.

  “I’m not going to Vegas.” She leans back.

  My eyes rake her body as I speed up the movement, my hand going up and down my shaft. “What happened to ‘I love you’?” She brings the cigarette to her mouth as I move closer to her.

  “You can’t be serious. I’m not marrying you like this. You didn’t even propose.” Her eyes dip to my cock.

  “The second you stabbed me and I lied to keep you safe…” I grab her wrist bringing her to her knees in front of me, my hand roughly sliding up and down. “That was your proposal, Dolly.”

  One more jerk and I come on her tits. Long, warm strands trickle down her flat stomach. Grabbing the back of her head, I shove my cock into her mouth and she wraps her lips around the tip to suck the last of it out of me.

  Releasing her, I take my cigarette back.

  “I need a shower.”

  “Unbelievable.” She runs in front of me. “I’m not marrying you.” She breathes out. My cum now covers her tits and stomach. “I feel horrible that I stabbed you. But…” She puts a hand out to stop me from entering the bathroom and her voice becomes shrill. “How do I know she didn’t give you a blow job or… that you didn’t fuck her?”

  “You had just dropped me off. Jesus Christ, Dolly. You out of everyone should know that it takes me longer than a minute to fucking come.” Our breathing is harsh as the reality and truth seem to enter her brain at last. Pushing her hand off me, I walk around her to the toilet to piss.

  “I don’t trust you,” she yells, but I’m not listening. I’m done giving her a choice. Flushing the toilet, I step inside the scorching shower and let the hot water pelt down on my muscles. They’re tight and sore. I’d love to stay in here, but my mind won’t stop with the mess Dolly has created and how much shit needs to be done. Reaching for the soap, I start to wash away all my blood and filth from yesterday. It swirls down the drain as if it never happened. Along with Dolly’s accusations.

  Turning off the water, I step out onto her tiny pink, fluffy rug. Dolly stands with her back to me, her ass almost asking me to swat it. Maybe a love tap. But since she’s refusing to marry me, and she stabbed me, I’ll consider it later.

 
She looks like she’s taking her frustrations out on her teeth. Her mouth is full of toothpaste. Ignoring me, she stares at herself in the mirror.

  “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” I don’t bother drying off. The bathroom is so small it’s pointless. I need to call Jerry, my realtor, and get him to work on house hunting again. I brush past her and into the bedroom to grab a black T-shirt and some clean jeans.

  She spits and rinses her mouth. “Edge.”

  “Yeah?” I pull on my boot.

  “This is crazy. You can’t force me to marry you.”

  I reach for my other boot as I stand towering over her. She straightens her shoulders making her tits jut out.

  “You did this, Dolly. You.” I reach for my cigarettes and wallet.

  “That’s not fair. In my defense—” Her hands start waving around, but I’m done.

  “You have no defense.” I glance around for my phone. “You can either marry me tonight or deal with the repercussions of your behavior with the police.”

  “It’s charging on the counter,” she snips.

  I shake my head and look down at my phone, which has numerous missed calls and texts. “Always a fight with you, Dolly. But in the end, I always win.”

  I grab the keys to her car since my bike is in the shop for maintenance. Walking straight up to her, I grab her chin and her eyes glisten with tears.

  “What’s it gonna be?”

  Her breathing is harsh with a slight hiss to it, causing me to grind my teeth so hard my jaw starts to twitch.

  “Fine. I’m wearing black. This is all wrong.” She jerks her chin out of my grip, but I wrap my hand around her arm. She glances down at my fingers, which hold her captive, then up to my eyes. “This is bad luck, Edge. You need to propose, ask my dad, or…”

  I have to stop her insanity.

  Bad luck?

  I almost throw my head back and laugh. Her lack of happiness at being my wife hurts more than I’ll ever admit and that’s bad luck. Dropping her arm, I lean down to pick up my cut, saying over my shoulder, “You can be naked for all I care.”

  DOLLY

  Thirty-one years old

  “Oh God.” I sit at the end of my bed. My hands clutch the sheets on both sides of me as I let everything sink in.

  I’m getting married to the one man I have loved since I can remember. “And he didn’t even ask me?” I look around my small apartment, strangely calm yet sensing the cobwebs from yesterday clearing.

  He literally jerked himself off on me, not that he hasn’t done it before. Edge loves to come on me. But this was different. What the fuck?

  My mind replays my actions yesterday as I cover my face with my hands and groan in horror. “Great, fucking great, Dolly.” The acid in my stomach makes its way up my esophagus as I try to stop any tears. I’m not sad.

  I think I fucked up. I’m trying to give myself some sort of out. But from the moment he kissed me goodbye and entered the club, I noticed he left his wallet, and I was probably three to five minutes behind him. Why did I listen to that stupid, fucking bartender?

  My phone vibrates. I turn to glance at it but know I desperately need a shower. Everything I’m doing seems almost robotic. Maybe I’m in shock.

  I look around my pretty little room. The sun’s bright rays showcase my numerous dresses and shoes.

  “What’s happening?” I should try to roll with everything. It’s all I’ve dreamed about and wanted for as long as I can remember.

  But not like this. All my fantasies of Edge getting down on one knee and doing it in the most romantic way are gone. Destroyed.

  No dress.

  No rings.

  No flowers or bridesmaids.

  No walk down the aisle. Nothing. All so bad, so fucked up. Why would he insist on this?

  Because we have to. I stand up wanting to scream that he might not even want to marry me. He says he loves me, but marriage is a whole ’nother ball game. My stomach twists with anxiety.

  I try to calm myself with the knowledge that there must be people who can forge a marriage certificate. He’s not doing that, so does he truly want to get married?

  He loves me. I know it. I might be jealous, but deep inside, I know it. My mind wanders to the intense sex we had yesterday; I haven’t denied him like that in a while.

  My hand goes to my neck. It’s almost as if I’m in a dream and the bold truth has yet to hit me. I’m going to marry Edge. A small flutter of excitement ripples through me as I flip on my bathroom light.

  I need to think. Get a solid plan. This is happening and I need to decide what I want. Reaching up to start the shower, I acknowledge the truth: I want Edge.

  He’s my everything from the good to the bad.

  Stepping in, I let the hot water caress my face. Have I let all my distrust and hurt fester like a wound that can’t seem to heal? Am I waiting for him to fuck up so I can hurt him?

  “I love him,” I whisper into the water. I bring up my wrist so I can stare at my Disciples brand. You can’t have the good without the bad. And we’ve had so many of both. Days, weeks, months we were happy, our love so strong nothing could stop us. But something always did, and then we weren’t happy anymore.

  Sighing I quickly soap myself. I lift my head to the faucet and close my sore eyes.

  I can’t stop myself. I remember all of it, every single moment I have had with him and every single moment I’ve had apart.

  “Do you want pepperoni or sausage?” Edge yells from the kitchen.

  “Whatever you think goes best with this.” I throw the bathroom door open in a grand gesture causing Edge to stop ordering as I step out wearing only his cut and some black biker boots.

  His eyes caress my body and a smile spreads across his face. My breath stutters as one of his dimples appears.

  “You know what? Let’s go with pepperoni and make sure it’s well done.” He tosses the phone on the counter and reaches for a cigarette.

  “You know what this means?” He grins as he lights up.

  “That I look super cute and you want to fuck me.” I can’t help but laugh.

  He brings the cigarette to his lips and motions for me to come closer. I walk as slow as I can so he can get the full effect. I did my makeup perfectly; aside from my red lips, it looks very natural. Unfortunately, my apartment is small and I stand before him in no time.

  “What do we have here?” he growls as I become wet.

  “Me.” I lick my lips and open up his cut so that he can see I applied strawberry-flavored glitter to my nipples.

  His nostrils flare as his eyes caress my breasts, and it’s hard to breathe. He does this to me.

  “I’m gonna fuck you in this. And afterward, I’m getting you one of your own saying, ‘Property of Edge.’” He tosses the cigarette into the sink, grabs me, and sinks to his knees.

  “These tits, baby.” He looks up at me and starts to swirl his tongue and suck on my nipple.

  I reach for his head and his thick auburn hair curls around my fingers.

  “I love you, Edge. I’ll love you forever…”

  I open my eyes to my shitty reality. Turning off the shower, I step out and look at myself in the mirror. I’m depressed, and all I want to do is go back to bed and pretend that the last two days didn’t happen.

  Wrapping the towel around me, I step into my room and look for something I can get married in. My phone vibrates on my bed.

  I simply stare at it. Maybe I shouldn’t check it. It’s going to be Doug and Eve wanting to lecture me. Or worse, feeling sorry for me.

  But I can’t hide. He’s coming for me and I need them. Sitting down on my bed, I smell us, him. Cinnamon and smoke. I love that combination.

  As soon as I pick up the phone, it starts vibrating again. “Jesus.” I roll my eyes. As I scroll down, there are at least ten messages from Doug, six from Eve, and one from Edge.

  I go to Edge’s.

  Edge: I got a limo for you and your friends. You said I was doing everything
wrong. Maybe this will make it so we don’t have bad luck. I’ll see you in Vegas. Wedding’s at six.

  That’s it. No I love you. No we can be okay, work it out. I close my eyes and let the tears fall at last. I don’t even try to stop them or pretend I’m fine. Because I’m not. Lying down on his side of the bed, I curl up with my phone and cry.

  The pounding on my door makes me sit up and wipe my eyes. Shit, did I fall asleep?

  “Hold on,” I shout, looking around for my robe. My head is spinning. How long was I out? And how long has it been since I’ve done laundry?

  Kicking aside some of my dresses and a couple of towels that Edge is notorious for dropping on the floor, I locate my pink Edge and Dolly robe that Edge had made for my twenty-eighth birthday.

  Standing on my tiptoes, I look out my peephole. I can’t help but smile as I unbolt the lock.

  “Took you long enough.” Doug breezes past me as he looks me up and down. “What the hell are you doing? The limo is here.” He frowns and pulls out his phone. “Dolly.”

  I jump

  “Stop it, Doug. I’m barely holding on.” I look around him to the long black limo double-parked outside.

  “Yes, well, we have almost five hours to dive into that. Get dressed. I’ll pack you a bag. I know the perfect place to get your gown. I already called so they are expecting us.”

  “I need coffee. What time is it?” I scramble into my bathroom and start to put on my makeup as Doug tosses me a cute yellow summer dress.

  “Ten a.m. and there’s coffee and tequila in the limo.”

  “Wait.” I drop the robe and slip on the dress. “This is all happening fast. Like my mind is swimming.”

  He examines me closely. “Don’t worry about your face. I’ll fix it in the car. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand, his other holding a pair of lace-up sandals.

  “Oh my God, you’re making me crazy. I need to make sure I’m not forgetting shit.” I reach for my bag and start tossing things into it.

  “Just get your phone.” He nods at the bed as he continues to pull me.