by Jamie Begley
“You can open your eyes now.” The sound of his voice was barely a whisper. “Find me.”
Her eyes flew open. The bedroom was pitch dark. Twirling in the darkness, she couldn’t see where Ice was.
“Since when did you want to get kinky?” She started to laugh but couldn’t.
Had he discovered the pleasure of playing games with another woman and now he was trying to spice up their marriage?
She tentatively shuffled around the room, going to the place she had heard his voice. She extended her hands in front of her in a sweeping motion to keep from bumping into the furniture.
When he didn’t answer, she knew he was making sure his voice wouldn’t lead her to his hiding place.
Feeling her knee brush the bed, she used it as a guide to navigate. When her fingers brushed the lamp shade, she knew she was going in the direction she wanted.
Sidling around the nightstand, she held out her hand, searching for the wall. She thought he was in the corner beside the bathroom door. She came up empty, though, and had to keep sliding her hand along the wall.
When her naked belly came to the doorjamb, she knew he wasn’t in the corner. Turning around, she stared fruitlessly around the dark room. Squinting, she waited for any small movement that would give her a telltale sign.
“You don’t have to be afraid of the footsteps you can hear. It’s the ones that you can’t hear that you have to be afraid of.”
She jerked her head to the side, in the direction of his whisper. Then she reached out for the bathroom doorknob, wanting to open it and turn on the light.
She didn’t, though. She knew it was Ice in the room, and she could never be afraid of him.
Skirting to the side, she made her way across the wall, trying to keep her own movements soundless. Using the memory of the bedroom in her mind, she was almost at the bedroom door when she felt fingers trail down her spine.
Jerking around, she swept her hands out, sure that Ice was within reach. However, all she felt was the swoosh of air as her hands flailed around.
“How did I not know my husband could be so sneaky?” she asked when she futilely came up empty.
“I’ve been keeping a secret from you.”
Her heart dropped. Was he using this method to tell her that he had been cheating on her, unable to see her face when he told her?
“What’s your secret?”
“I’ve always been a sneaky bastard; you just didn’t know it.”
CHAPTER 9
“That’s no secret.”
His low laughter had her stomach clenching in need.
Grace moved in the direction of his laughter, leaving the safety of the wall. Stepping in unknown territory, she cautiously took a small step forward then another.
“You’re going the wrong way.”
She spun around, hearing his voice behind her.
“Jerk.”
His laughter had her spinning around again. It came from the direction she had originally been going.
“What would you say to Winston if you could?”
Grace stopped dead in her tracks. “I have a therapist. I don’t need someone else to talk to.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Just pretend I’m him. What would you say?”
“I don’t want to do this.”
“Then say stop.”
She opened her mouth to say the word.
“We both know you’ll go into the hearing and repeat the same two pages you wrote the last time. Tell me what you want to say without having to look at him.”
“No.”
“No, you don’t want to, or no, you want me to stop?” His voice was moving closer.
Instead of going toward him, she backed away in the dark. “I have a therapist….”
“Who is a woman. I’m a man. Tell me one thing you wished you had told him during the last hearings but didn’t because either the board was listening or because he was there, staring at you.”
Her spine finally came up against the wall. Spreading out her arms, she started sidling to the side, looking for the light switch.
“Do it, Grace. Just one thing.”
“I hate you. God, I hate you so much.” She stopped moving, turning to face the room.
“I don’t care. I’m never going to care.”
Those are exactly the words that Winston would say, even though they had been uttered from Ice.
He was right; Winston was never going to care about the damage he had done. Avril and Simone had lost their lives because of the madman, yet he never showed an ounce of remorse.
Unsettled that she really wanted to get all the pent up fury off her chest without the board considering her a hysterical victim, she started talking, imagining it was Winston in the darkness and not Ice.
“No, you don’t care. You never have. You’re responsible for taking the lives of two beautiful girls that had their whole lives in front of them. You don’t deserve any hearings the doctors and lawyers apply for on your behalf; you don’t deserve another chance. You didn’t give Avril one, and she was so terrified. All of us were. But the more frightened we became, the more you enjoyed it. That’s what your psychiatrists will never get about you. Your body might be broken, but your mind is so twisted they can’t fix what’s wrong with you!”
Her voice strengthened as she talked. “If I could kill you without going to jail, I would. The only reason I don’t is because I won’t let myself be locked up again because of you. I wished Ice killed you, but he didn’t and I won’t lose him by asking him to finish you off.
“You had no intention of ever letting either me or Simone live. I saw that the day you looked at me when you found Simone dead. The only thing you cared about was that she did it herself instead of giving you the pleasure. You screwed up by killing Avril first, didn’t you? God, I bet you were sick to your stomach when you realized that, weren’t you?
“She was the one who was most frightened of you. Simone was like a fragile flower; you crushed her the first day. Me?” Grace gave a bark of bitter anger. “You knew if I could get a hand on a weapon, I would kill you, and I would have.
“Neither me nor Simone were any fun for you. If you hadn’t been caught that day, you would have been out hunting for another victim. Just like you will be if they transfer you to a regular prison. The only reason you’re still in that mental hospital is because you haven’t figure a way out, when your body is tied to that bed. Someway, somehow, one day, you’ll find a way to hurt me. I was the one that got away, wasn’t I? And you can’t stand that. I bet it eats at your soul that I’m still alive.”
Running out of steam, the burning hatred she bottled up didn’t matter anymore. It took her own words for her to convince her of that.
“That’s what I’ve been missing, isn’t it? For five hundred and four hours and thirty-seven minutes, you held that power over me. But the clock hasn’t stopped ticking for you, has it?”
She brought her hand to her forehead, rubbing her temple. “Jesus Christ, it hasn’t for me either. That’s why I keep hearing your footsteps, isn’t it?
“No more, Winston, no more will I let you have one more second of my life. It’s mine, and you can’t have it. You’ll never have it. Even if you have me killed, you’ll never have it, because Ice has a part of me that is beyond your reach. My soul will be his forever. You could hurt the shell of my body, but what’s underneath is already gone. It was gone the moment I met him….”
Warm arms enclosed her. Crying, she laid her head on Ice’s shoulder.
“I’ve been such an idiot,” she sobbed out, wrapping her arms around him.
“No, you haven’t.” He soothed his hand down her back as he pulled her closer to his body.
“I love you so much….”
She raised her head, searching for his mouth passionately.
“I love you.” His mouth found hers, ardently driving his tongue through her parted lips.
The warmth of his body seeped into hers, smotherin
g the hatred she felt for Winston, the hatred that had ruled over her life since she, Avril, and Simone got into that cab. The loathing she had for him had been unconsciously affecting her, even though she thought she’d come to terms with it and moved on with her life. His petitions kept the memories fresh like a festering wound.
The honest admission to herself was a burden taken off her back.
Compressing her lips harder against Ice’s, she fought for control of the kiss, wanting to take everything he could give her. Panting sounded in the darkened room as they tried to catch their breaths without breaking the passionate kiss.
She used her hands to lift herself until she could circle her legs around his hips. Ice cupped her bottom as he took a few steps to push her against the wall.
Unrestrained desire ran through her veins, as if she was running to catch something just beyond her reach.
“Please don’t ever leave me…”
“It would take a SWAT team to make me leave you.”
Ice lifted her higher up the wall, making her whimper when his mouth covered her nipple. Her body felt as if her insides were melting.
His lips constricting around her nipple brought another surge of warmth to her vagina. Her slick center wanted him so badly that she tried to wiggle downward so he could fuck her.
A low, hungry growl had her beating on his shoulders when he switched to her other nipple. “Please, Ice. I need you….”
“I know what you need.”
His erect cock pressed into her waist.
“You don’t, or you’d be inside me!” she moaned out, trying to wiggle down again.
Crossing her ankles behind his back, she used the heels of her feet on his ass to push his hips closer to her.
“Uh-uh. I know what you’re trying to do.”
“Ice….”
He let a scant inch separate their bodies, just enough room to slide his hand between them. He moved it unerringly to her slick folds, the sensitive flesh becoming even wetter as he deliberately manipulated her desire to a nearly unbearable level. She felt like a cat in heat, searching for a mate to satisfy the primal urge that he was building inside her but was refusing to satisfy.
When he moved his mouth to return to her other breast, Grace lowered her head to bite down on his shoulder. “Quit playing and fuck me,” she demanded. Frustrated, she moved her hand to between her thighs to make him move faster.
“Is that better?”
“Hmm…,” she hummed, within reach of her climax.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Ice removed his hand, lowering her to the floor.
“Ice!” She swept her hands out to find him, attempting to pull him back.
A second later, she was blinking at the glare of the bedroom light.
When she was able to focus, she saw a slumbering passion in her husband’s eyes that sent her bloodstream on fire. The sexual vibe exuding from him was palpable. She wanted to drop to her knees and beg him to take her.
Barely able to stand, she put out her hand to brace herself.
Circling around the bed, Ice lowered the comforter to the bottom. “Come here.”
Walking jerkily forward, she moved toward the bed as he watched her every step of the way. When she reached the bed, she started to lie down.
“Wait.”
Grace paused in place.
“If you could have me do anything you wanted, what would it be? Think hard, Grace. I’ll never offer again,” he warned without expression.
She swallowed hard, knowing instinctively what he was asking. He was offering to quit working for Desmond to make her happy. She had the chance to change their lives for the better or the worse. However, she would never risk coming so close to losing her husband again. She was going to blow the chance Ice was giving her.
“That you never stop loving me.”
“Get on the bed.”
She lay down, opening her arms wide for him.
He placed his knee on the bed as he rested his hand on the pillow beside her head to hold himself over her.
“You chose wrong. There was never a chance in hell that I would ever leave you.”
Grace stared up at him with her heart in her eyes. “Some chances aren’t worth taking.”
CHAPTER 10
The feel of Grace’s soft body almost undermined the control he was exerting over himself not to pound every inch of his cock into her pussy until she was left with no doubt that they would never be separated.
Pushing his cock against her soft belly, he raised her hands over her head, then cuffed her wrists together with one of his hands. Her naked body shook under his, her tits heaving with every breath she took as her eyes pleaded with him.
Ice laid his palm roughly over one of her luscious tits, squeezing it hard. Letting her nipple slide between his fingers, he trapped it between two digits. Then, scooting his hips downward, he made room for himself between her thighs, the movement placing his cock right where he wanted it—between her pussy lips.
Gritting his teeth to keep from climaxing, he stayed still, letting the sensations in his cock ease before he tried to move. The only thing he wanted to do was immerse himself in her, sink his body into hers so far that the only thing she could think about was him.
“What are you waiting for…?” she moaned, writhing under him.
He tightened his hand over her wrists, controlling her movements with another steely hand on her hip. His cock was so hard it felt as if the skin was stretched too tight. The barbell on the tip of his dick wasn’t helping, giving an edge of pain that had his gut twisting with his own need.
“I’m waiting for you to tell me how you want it.” Separating her folds, he swirled his finger over her clit. “Do you want me on top?” He gave another swirl, making sure she was ready enough before he plunged his cock inside. His lips curled upward sensually when she arched under him. He only gave her two pounding thrusts of his cock before slipping out. “Or do you want to be on your stomach?”
Lifting his body off hers, he flipped her over onto her belly before pinning her to the mattress where he resumed fucking her.
“Oh, God… Ice.”
“Which one?”
Grace urgently squirmed under him. “Yes! Like this,” she screeched.
“Or…” He let the word drip off his tongue for a brief second before slipping out of her again, hearing her screech of frustration before he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Holding her poised over his cock, he then slammed her down on it while lifting his hips to meet her halfway.
Grace’s head lolled back, her tits trembling under the strain of her harsh breathing.
“Like this?” His eyes were slit in passion, hiding how close he was to losing control. “Ride me, baby, until you make up your mind… or I make it up for you.”
As Grace began moving up and down on his dick jerkily, he had to bite back his lust as he watched her pussy slide up and down his dick.
It took all his willpower to move his hands behind his head as he lazily watched her do all the work. He had fucked Grace enough times to know which position she preferred. His wife liked to be ridden and leave the riding to him.
“Come on; you can do better than that.” Inciting the passion she was still holding back, he swore to himself he would give her only a couple of more minutes before taking over and giving it to her the way she wanted.
She narrowed her eyes at him spiritedly. “I’m going to make you regret that.”
“Bring it on, baby. Because right now, you’re not showing me anything you haven’t given me before.”
His taunt stirred the flames in her eyes as she glared at him.
“You’re such a prick,” she moaned out raggedly.
Ice thought his skull would split open when she started moving on him faster.
“Now that’s the way I like it,” he groaned out. “Give it to me.”
“Oh, I’m going to give it to you.”
She was the one taunting him now, raising her
knees until she was squatting over him, bouncing on dick.
“Goddamn! That’s better than fucking pole dancing!” he grunted out. Watching his wife getting raunchy with him had his dick swelling further. “Fuck,” he hissed through bared teeth.
“I thought you’d appreciate that.” She moved her hand to her breast teasingly before sliding it down to her pussy, letting him watch her play with her clit.
“Appreciate that aren’t the words I would use. I fucking love it.”
Any thought of riding his wife’s sweet ass had gone out of his shell-shocked mind. He enjoyed the position too much switch. Damn, it was so good he didn’t want it to end, but his cock was at a bursting point.
When her expression changed to one of rapture and her pussy started contracting on him, he lost it.
“Motherfucking hell!” he shouted as his climax hit him like a ton of bricks. Rising, he grabbed her hips, slamming her down on him. Losing her balance, Grace’s scream drowned out his curses as her pussy crashed against his pelvis.
Taking her thighs in each of his hands, he pulled them to his sides as he rocked forward, pushing her to her back, fucking her so hard that he felt his dick banging against her womb.
Raising her hands over her head, he stroked out his climax in her spasming cunt.
“You are fucking mine.”
“I know,” she whimpered. “I know.”
He ruthlessly let their climaxes start to play out then flipped her back onto her stomach and started fucking her again before he lost his erection. He adeptly drawled her orgasm out, moving his hands to her hips to bring her to her knees before sliding a hand around her waist to find her clit, keeping the tremors of ecstasy going.
She fucked back on him, not wanting it to end either. The slaps of their flesh hitting each other had him lunging forward, trying to catch that fleeting moment of anticipation at building another climax.
He placed his hand on her shoulder to pull her back farther on his dick. Grace stole a heart she already had when she clutched his hand.