I snort at that because if he’s getting this pissed over a couple of nudy pics I hate to see how he reacts when I tell him about the rest.
“Weeell…er, yeah, but those photos, God, I cringe just to think of those things…they weren’t exactly my only problem at the time.” I admit, feeling the usual dread pool in my belly.
He stiffens and I see his hands tense before he makes a concerted effort to relax and look at me again. I can see the strain he’s under and consider dropping things for now…cause yeah, I’m reeling from finding out that this is my Alex and that…wait!
“Oh my Lord! You loved me!” I yell, feeling my heart split wide as the truth rolls over me.
Give me a break. Of course I am still focused on him telling me he loved some other floozy. Who turns out to be me! Oh yeah, I am totally the bee’s freaking knees now and I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m squealing and jumping him like an animal.
Chase laughs when I throw myself at him and kiss the living heck out of him, my happiness bubbling over like a freaking font.
“Good God woman, you need to focus.” He laughs against my lips before pushing me away and putting space between us. “You need to tell me everything. Please.”
Okay, that dampens my joy, but only a little and I’m still smiling when he gives me a shy twist of his mouth and strokes my cheek.
“We’ll revisit those memories later. For now…talk.”
I nod once and feel my smile slip. I’m picking at the thread on my blouse before I even know it and he frowns when the bottom starts to slowly unravel but keeps his mouth shut, urging me on silently.
“When you left…” he winces and I shake my head, kissing his palm quickly before continuing. “I was in a real funk. I sort of had this urge to just give up and go back to the easy me. But I didn’t.”
I rush the words out and see him lose the frown, his smile soft and tender.
“I kept going. I took the usual classes and kept up with the tutoring and extra credits, hoping to get into a good school by the time I graduated. I broke things off with Brian and told my mom to back off.”
I see his mouth twist in a satisfied smile and feel my own lips tip up.
“They wouldn’t have liked that.”
“Nope. But my dad, bless his neglectful soul was still tripping off the photos and he sort of gave me a break and tried to keep mom off my back so things were going okay. Till…”
Chase stiffens at my hesitation and turns to my fully, his eyes narrowing as if he’s expecting the worst.
“Go one Rem.”
Taking a deep breath, though it’s not as hard this time since I told Liv. For some reason it’s getting easier and I know that reason is Chase and the support and affection I see and feel from him.
“You remember Mrs Barlow was helping me with those make up classes and she was giving me extra credit assignments?”
“Yes.”
“Well one day she let me do track first, specially waited after school and then let me do the assignment to earn the last credits I needed to get my A. Anyway, I did great and I was sorta riding high off my success, but by the time we got done it was late and I…the school was deserted. When I got outside my tyre was flat and I was stranded.”
Deep breaths Rem. Remember, it’s over and they can’t hurt you anymore.
“Can’t see you changing a flat, sorry babe.”
He’s trying to make me smile so I do, twisting my mouth ruefully to show him that I notice and appreciate the attempt.
“Nope. I looked at that thing and knew for sure I was beat. Plus my phone was dead. So I started walking.”
“Not safe.” He growls and I blush because I knew it even then.
Hindsight. What a bitch.
“Not safe.” I agree. “I got about half a mile and it got dark so fast. God, I was power walking by the time I heard the car behind me and even then, I fooled myself into thinking I could catch a ride and maybe mom wouldn’t ride my ass.”
He’s not looking good, probably knows that what happened next was horrible but I give him credit for the deep breaths and obvious effort he’s making when I see his fingers turn white where they grip his thighs.
“There were five of them. Masked. And so fast. God, when I think of the way I ran…I could have broken my own track records I ran so fast Chase.” I wheeze, feeling the same helpless terror, the same burn in my chest when my lungs started labouring for air.
Chase curses and pulls me into his lap, his arms banding around me as I tremble and try to remember the breathing exercises Doc taught me. The panic attacks aren’t bad but they still have the power to strip me of my senses sometimes, though I’m shocked when just his heat and strength restore my balance so quickly.
“It’s okay Rem gem, I have you my darling. Its past.” He croons, stroking my hair lovingly.
When I can speak again without the fear choking me I feel a return of the anger I’ve been nursing and I pull away, scooting back to the sofa with a nod and a smile.
“I know. But I need to finish so…they got out of the car, only four at first because the fifth was staying behind the wheel. They had these weird black hockey type masks that looked like they painted something on it. I couldn’t tell because I started running almost immediately.”
“But they followed.” He growls, and I take his hand because he’s getting tense again and my touch seems to calm him.
“Yeah. At first I thought I lost them because I heard only my own footsteps and my heart. God, it was beating so fast it sounded like one of those marching drums.”
I want to laugh at my own foolishness now, but I seriously doubt he’d appreciate it with the way he’s grinding his teeth so I start talking again, trying and succeeding at injecting some strength into my voice.
“They were still there. I knew I wasn’t going to outrun them. I had speed, they had endurance and at that point my legs were starting to give out. So I broke for the trees, dropped and crawled under some bushes.”
“Christ.”
“You can say that again. Big mistake on my part because they, all five of them had me cornered and they knew it. They found me quickly and dragged me out of there. I fought, like I never knew I could but, well I’m a girl, not to say I’m weak-”
“They were bigger and stronger.”
“Yes. They were, they let me run because they knew it would tire me out and make things easier I think. Anyway, they tied me up and shoved me in the trunk. Longest ride of my life trapped in that box.”
I’m still terrified of small spaces and only sleep without the light now because Chase is there.
“When we stopped they hauled me out and shoved a needle in my neck. Last thing besides a lot of bright light that I remember before waking up in a field around dawn.”
There. Almost done.
Chase remains stiff but turns to look at me and I’m grateful for it because just that one look steadies me for the rest.
“I survived. I got to the hospital and got checked, no rape trauma thank God, but they…broke me.”
“Babe, you are not broken.” He hisses, drilling a fist into the sofa. “You’re strong. You stood back up-”
“No. No I didn’t Chase. I stayed in my room for weeks, months and then when I couldn’t stop the pain I chugged a bunch of pills. I only survived because they found me and rushed me to the hospital. Even then I was so angry that they hadn’t just let me die. Mom was furious and my dad looked so uncomfortable-”
“They should have helped you!” he yells and I now see the true extent of his anger when he volts to his feet and slams a fist into the wall, his hand drilling a hole into the dry wall.
He punches a few more times before getting himself under control and turns to me with flaming eyes.
“You said you remember bright lights.”
My eyes close and I sigh. I should have known he’d connect that one tiny piece and come to the end result like I had. Chase, my Alex really, has always been way too smart to over
look even the tiniest detail.
“Yes. So now you know. I married my tormentor and spent a decade being a fool. I vacationed with them all, went to their weddings. Held their children. I…I let them fool me.”
He’s shaking his head even as I say those shame filled, angry words and I smile and hold up a hand.
“They’re the ones who beat you aren’t they. That’s also why you went after them. They ruined us both.”
“No babe. They ruined themselves.” He growls, stalking over to pull me up and into his chest. “We’re going to make them pay for what they did.”
“Yes.” I say, pushing closer. “I have a plan.”
“That’s my girl.”
Chapter 35
Chase
Remy is lying sprawled over my chest, her soft exhalations floating over my skin, soothing the coldness that threatens to form when I think about everything she’s told me.
At first I’d been shocked, horrified to hear it and know that I’d failed her yet again. If I had been there instead of running away to lick my wounds she would never have tried to take her life. She would have had me to comfort and protect her instead of those bozos she calls parents ignoring her suffering.
And she would have had me to lean on instead of that ingrate Carson weaselling his way back in. I now understand why she went back to him and it eases the vice I hadn’t even acknowledged and that betrayal that she’d gone back to him so quickly after I was gone.
I didn’t even realize that I’ve been resenting her for that weakness until now, but now that I know why, that she was weak and alone and afraid, it eases the sting.
And compounds my guilt.
But I’ll make them pay for this. Now I will not only take their material possessions but their families as well. By the time I’m done they will have nothing. Be nothing.
I’ll make them feel every fearful drumbeat of that young Remy’s heart beating when she’d run and tried to hide. I’ll terrorise them and expose them, just as they had her.
And then I will find the one responsible for her latest trauma because now I know, feel it in my bones, that these two events are connected. I just have to find the culprit.
That one won’t live to suffer. I’ll choke the life from them myself.
But for now I will go along with Remy’s plans and beard that nest of vipers, if only to watch them squirm.
A small smile tips my mouth and I pull her closer, wanting to chuckle at the plans she laid out. Turns out me and my sweet Remy aren’t only matched in the bedroom. The woman is just as diabolically vengeful as I am and I fucking love it.
She’ll be a fierce protector of our children and I pity any poor fool who even so much as breathes on her cubs when we start our family. She’s bloodthirsty and vicious and all mine.
After kissing her and crowing to myself about my perfect match, okay and kicking my own arse for the time we’ve lost due to my own narrow minded misconceptions where she’s concerned, I’d sat and listened to her plans.
She is nasty when she’ provoked, let me just say that and I can hardly wait to see the looks on those people’s faces when we’re done. Her idea is to mind fuck them to the point where we just sit back and watch them tear each other apart.
Not my idea of fun since I like to get my hands dirty in matters like these, but according to her she’s going to ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’ them and enjoy the show, just as they all enjoyed watching her unravel.
The first step according to Rem is getting into the thick of things, and to do that she’s already reconciled with her dad. Apparently he’s glad to hear from her, and not so accepting of his wife’s banishment.
That’s all fine and well and makes me reconsider ruining the man like I’d planned. At least till he’s got us into the circle we need to be in, that is.
Simple, straightforward and so sneaky is her plan that I’d gotten hard as rock just listening to her plot and crow with anticipation. Unfortunately by the time we got done she was yawning and swaying on her feet.
So no sex.
The reason I’m sleepless and praying for dawn to arrive. A quick morning shag should help calm the raging I feel in my chest.
“Stop thinking so hard. I can feel it.” Remy mumbles, propping herself up to blink down at me sleepily.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping.” I mutter, pulling her closer and onto my chest.
“Who can sleep when your boner is trying to rip the sheets.” She quips, surprising me when she sits up and swings her leg over mine, straddling me.
From this angel I have an unfettered view of her creamy skin and every indecently sexy bit that I’ve been starving for. My cock goes impossibly harder and I groan when she lowers fully, bringing her sex in full contact with my dick.
She doesn’t move, just grins down at me, her hair flowing over her breast, her mouth curved in a seductive smile that makes my blood pound hotter, I feel my heart go soft as butter.
Usually I’d be on her, pinning her beneath me and taking back control by now. I hate being the bottom, can’t stand feeling vulnerable in this position but as she perches there, her wet heat seeping through the sheets to coat my erection, I have no thought other than the need to see this beautiful woman ride me with abandon.
“Christ Remy, babe, you’re killing me.”
My groan gets another salacious smile before she lifts up and flicks the sheet away, bringing us into stark contact. The feeling is pure heaven and hell at the same time and I grind up, slipping through her cleft, using her heat to create a gliding friction that only serves to intensify my need.
“Not killing Chase, loving” she purrs, starting up a gliding rhythm that has her sliding up and down on me, her sex hugging me like a glove as we continue to grind, staring into each other's eyes.
When I feel my chains slipping to the point that all I want to do is shove her down and ram into her roughly, I close my eyes and swallow. Her eyes, God, they make this so much more intense than just straight fucking.
“Uhuhuh Chase. Open those amazing eyes and watch.” She chides.
I obey and almost roll my eyes back into my head when she rises, grips my dick and starts lowering herself onto me. Slowly. God, so slowly I feel every tight inch, every soft, slick patch of her sheath gliding over me.
Our eyes hold and I shudder at the intense emotion I see reflected in her gaze. She’s open and silently willing me to see the love she keeps voicing, my very own little lass, begging me with her eyes and heat to see what we can have.
The connection is intense, deep, consuming, made that much deeper by the fact that the only place we’re touching is where we’re joined. And then she starts moving, rising and falling languidly, her tight heat enveloping me fully before pulling up and repeating.
The pace is slow, measured and calculated to drive me crazy. By the time I feel her tire and falter, her thighs are trembling with strain and I’m so hard and desperate I’m holding back my climax with an effort.
“Remy.”
“No.” she gasps, pushing my hands away when I go to flip her over. “Let me. Pleeeaase.” She wails, her tummy quivering when she plants her hands on my chest and starts speeding up, her eyes glassy, yet focused on me in a way that strips me bare.
“Let me help.” I groan, unable to stop my hips from thrusting up on her downslide, my dick desperate to go deeper, harder, faster.
“Aaah, fuck.” She wails and I feel her arms give out a second before she face plants on my chest.
I waste no time and flip her over, never breaking the heated connection, my eyes seeking out and pinning hers.
“You’re so hot inside.”
And she is. She’s scorching me, burning me up, stripping away the layers I’d put up so long ago.
Remy moans and smiles up at me, her soft aqua eyes steeling my breath.
“Love you.”
I’m coming before I know it, my body reacting to her words before I can thrust. I try to stop because I know she’s not
with me and I need her pleasure as much as I need my own, but I can’t stop. My body is done, uncontrolled, uncaring as it twitches and shudders into hers, my dick emptying so hard I feel wrung out and spent by the time it’s done.
I collapse in a heap on her, knowing my weight is too much but unable to move a muscle.
“Sorry babe. I’ll-”
She giggles at my slurred words and turns her face into my neck, kissing me with a sigh.
“No. Just lift your hips a little.”
I obey and almost have a coronary when her fingers swoop down between us and start a hard, flicking motion right there….
“Fuuuuck.”
With just a few flicks of her finger I feel her coming and the sensation of having her bring herself off with my dick buried deep in that slick clenching muscle is so hot I feel myself fill and lengthen once more.
Remy must feel it to because she gasps loudly and keeps rubbing, her sex going so hot and hard around me I have to grit my teeth at the sensation. When she’s done and panting up at me in awe, I lean down and kiss her gently before pulling back with a smirk that I know looks dark and menacing.
“That was the appetizer.”
Chapter 36
Remy
It’s amazing what a little honesty and a lot of really good reunion sex can do for a girl. I feel amazing, fantastic, reborn as the early morning light filters through the windows, bathing Chase in a murky glow that shadows some of him and leaves other highlighted.
His back.
He’s lying on his stomach facing me, one arm thrown over his head and from this angel can see the tattoo I never really got to inspect since Chase very rarely sleeps deeply enough for me to get this close unless I’m pinned beneath him.
Scooting up I lean in a little closer and squint at the design so hard it takes me a while to figure it out. It’s a name, carved of…a name, done in swirling streaks of dark reds and back.
Remy.
My name, made of my name.
Tears immediately flow and I’m touching the tattoo reverently before I know it and can pull my hand back. It’s a dark print, something that from afar looks like blood, no like a bloody wound, but once close you can see the care and artistry that went into it.
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