Chapter 24
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
EDMUND
It didn’t have to be done .
It never should’ve fucking come to this.
The kid was right, we should’ve just fucking killed him.
I never left Harper. I’ve been waiting in my car across the street, waiting for her call. Ready to drag Detective Asshole from her apartment. Straight to the nearest dumpster after bludgeoning his face beyond recognition.
Watching him walk from her building, with the smug look of satisfaction plastered across his face, only fuels my need to remove him permanently from her presence.
Making him no longer a nuisance in all our lives.
Without pulling from my spot, I watch him diligently as he makes his way down the street and toward the parking garage. I open my car door and climb from the car before crossing the street and following him.
The garage has shit security surveillance.
I can end him—here and now.
My phone buzzes in the front pocket of my pants, and I pull it out as I continue to trail behind the detective.
HARPER
Can you come back?
Please…
I need you.
Fuck.
Shoving my phone back into my pocket, I turn on my heel and quickly walk down the block to her apartment. At the door, I use the key I helped myself to and head inside. Clothes are strewn across the couch, and neither of the girls is to be seen.
Entering Harper’s room, I know she’s in the bathroom as her shower is running. I flip the lock on the door and discard my clothes as I walk across the room, leaving a haphazard trail behind me.
When I pull back the curtain, Harper is vigorously scrubbing her skin with tears streaming down her face. She startles briefly at the sight of me before quickly throwing herself into my body and sobbing against my chest.
“If you’re expecting me to comfort you and tell you everything will be okay,” I pull the curtain shut and walk us into the spray of water, “you made the wrong call. I am not that man.”
Pulling back from me slightly, she looks up at me with sad, bloodshot eyes.
I stare down at her and shake my head as I repeat myself, “I’m not that man, little rose. You know I’m not.”
Gripping her sodden hair, I yank her head back with enough force to cause her to wince as I growl, “But I can make you forget.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Using my body, I pin her to the shower wall. She hisses as her back arches from the icy tiles, sliding her already taut nipples over my skin. I press my knee between her thighs, forcing her to spread her legs for me.
“That’s it,” I praise her while dragging both of her hands up the tile and pushing them over her head. “Open those legs nice and fucking wide for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
Holding her hands firmly against the wall, I take a small step back, leaving a little space between us. Without warning, I bring my hand across her face with just enough force to sting. She’s still startled when I forcefully grip her face and plunder my tongue in her mouth. Not releasing my grip, I pull back and gravelly whisper, “This is mine.”
Sliding my hand down her jaw and along her throat, I tighten my fingers for a minute before continuing to trail along her collarbone and over the swell of her breast. I pinch her nipple, squeezing until she whimpers from the pain. Her cries only make me pull harder. I suck the other into my mouth and teasingly lick at it with my tongue—pleasing one and inflicting brutal pain on the other—leaving her a fucking mess in my hands.
I drag my teeth pleasingly over her nipple as I continue to torturously roll the other between the tight grip of my fingers. I sink my teeth into the meaty flesh of her breast, not stopping until she’s pleading for me to stop, and there is a faint metallic taste on my tongue. Licking the blood oozing from my mark, I snarl, “Mine.”
Releasing the bruising nipple between my fingers, I suck it into my mouth and gently caress it with my tongue until she’s mewling from the pleasure on her tight, overstimulated bud of nerves.
I lift my head and stand over her, and she stares up at me with lust-filled eyes. Leaning down until our faces are only a hair apart, I slap my palm hard against her cunt. Her gasp blows across my face as I strike her clit again. “Mine.”
I plunge two fingers inside her soaked channel, thrusting and curling them at a pace that will force her to come all over my hand. The hands above her head tug at my firm hold, and her thighs tremble against me. “Who owns this tight little cunt?”
“You,” she pants, mere thrusts from losing herself. Thrusts I demandingly give her until screams are rushing over her lips, and she’s quivering around my fingers. Slipping my cock along my palm, I press it deep inside her, replacing my fingers.
“You’re going to need to tell me again, little rose,” I release her hands, grip her thighs, and pull her legs around my waist. I fuck her hard and fast, giving her what she needs.
What we both fucking need.
Her near-breathless grunts blow against my shoulder and lips as I take her at such a savage pace that I know that I can’t last. I clench my hand around her jaw and grunt against her lips. “Is this my fucking cunt?”
“Y…yes,” she exhales.
“Do you want to be filled with my cum until I’m fucking dripping from you?” I breathlessly groan into her mouth.
“Please,” she begs.
“Then fucking come for me.” I slap her face, and she explodes. Her cunt clenches around me like a fucking a vise, squeezing me tightly as I continue to drive into her.
“FUCK!” I roar as I come, slamming my fist into the tile beside her face with such force it shatters. Relentlessly, I spill inside of her, emptying myself and filling her as I reclaim her as mine. I turn off the water and pull myself from her, watching my cum trickle down her thigh as I wrap her in a towel.
“Thank you.” She stands on unsteady legs and awkwardly gives me her gratitude. I know it’s not for the fuck but for clearing her mind, yet I can’t help but smirk.
I’ve never had a woman actually thank me after fucking them before.
“Don’t thank me yet, little rose.” I pull her from the shower and drag her to the bed. “I have every intention of filling your other holes and marking your ass before I’m done with you tonight.”