49. Draven

Two weeks later

I 'm so close to her I can feel the faint tingle at the back of her neck and smell the twilight aroma that lingers on her skin. I knew chasing her perfect ass through the woods would leave my thighs aching and cock hard.

"If I catch you before you reach your destination you won't come for a full week, Little Sheep. "

I'm grateful she actually took my threat as being real because I meant it. I'd tie her hands behind her back and make sure every second of the day was spent with me. As though I'd be foolish enough to allow for her own fingers to please that cunt without my instruction.

"I told you I'd win!" she shouts, and I can't help but roll my eyes because if I truly were to unleash my stride at this point, I'd be on her in a matter of seconds.

But we are so fucking close, so I won't take it from her.

As we break through the tree line, she laughs, arms outstretched, leaping as if she's just won a real race.

I'm not surprised when she turns and flips me off. "Take that, Big Guy." Her heavy breathing is controlled, a testament to her natural agility and training running track.

Ahead of us is a run-down motel, one with only a single car in its parking lot. The sign says ‘no vacancies', the LED lights out on the actual title of the establishment, which reads; "Firestone Motel" .

I take a deep breath, steadying my own breathing, and release it slowly. She looks happy, and while I would love to say this is the surprise I promised her, it isn't. I plan to make that happiness, tenfold. However, first, I'm going to reward her for winning this part of the night.

Stepping toward her, she doesn't retreat but instead gives me a cheesy grin and lifts her chin. "Good job, baby." I slip my hand around her throat and dive into a strong, but brief, kiss. "You ready for your reward?"

Watching her bottom lip disappear between her teeth makes me groan. "Is it my present?"

I shake my head. "That comes after."

With a quickness that causes her to yelp, I've got her over my shoulder and carting her off. A giggle filters through her feigned attempts at getting out of my hold.

The smack on her ass makes her laugh turn to a moan, "Draven!"

The motel is standard, nothing exceptional about it, and while I have the money to make her swoon over luxury, this will do perfectly for what I'm going to give her.

I take her to the first room at the edge of the U-shaped building. Between the two wings, surrounded by the parking lot, is a single structure with a pool behind it. That's about the extent of this place.

A red door opens without needing a key, and I duck to avoid knocking myself out. As hideous as the outside is, the room is clean and appears to be slightly remodeled. White walls, a few tacky paintings, and a king-size bed with black sheets—that was my only request. I absolutely hate those itchy blankets, and while we're not planning to sleep here, I'd rather fuck her on something as soft as her skin is.

"So romantic—" she coos mockingly. "You going to pull out the ring after you—" I cut her off by tossing her onto the bed. The sounds of paper crunching as she lands. "That was rude! I was… just…"

I shrug off my jacket as she begins to move her hands around the bed, feeling the papers under her. She picks one of them up, and as realization begins to settle, her lips part slowly.

Next comes my shirt, and then my belt.

It is then that her gaze drags to mine, "Oh… my… Death…"

"Very good," I murmur. "Everything is ready to be released Max." When those words came out of my mouth, her lip trembles.

"It hasn't been yet?" Her voice is barely a whisper as she turns her attention back to the paper, then to the bed, where she begins scattering them around .

"No." I drop my pants, leaving my boxers for now, and lean my thighs against the edge of the bed. "It needs to be done strategically, but you don't need to worry about that. Gabe, myself, and my contacts will take care of it. This is just to show you what you fought so hard for."

She drops the paper she shakily holds and swallows. "And Adam… and…"

"Not tonight, but soon they will be yours to do with as you please."

The edges of her lips curl up slightly, the joy pulling between her eyebrows. "This is fucking sexy, Draven."

I grin, and kneel onto the bed. "Now I'm going to fuck you all over your past. Remind you it can never be undone, but I'll replace it with me, just like I did with your scars." I still have a few more of those burn marks on her back, but soon, every perfect piece of her will be under my signature.

She is mine, and I dare anyone to question it.

The psychotic smile that comes over her makes my balls tighten and my cock ready to ravage her.

"Take what's yours."

"Such a good fucking girl."

I am certain we fucked for three hours, but I didn't clock us when we began. Every piece of that room would have needed replacing, because no amount of cleaning will remove the blood, sweat and cum that is littered from the bed to the bathroom .

It was only after her fourth squirting orgasm, and probably tenth climax, did she scream for mercy. I don't blame her, watching her attempting to walk right now is pretty humorous. "I must say, Petit Mouton , I am quite pleased with your flexibility." I jest, her arm tight around my waist to stay steady.

"Fuck you… wait, just, later—holy fuck, Draven."

I tighten my arm around her shoulder as we pass the motel doors, heading toward the center of the rooms. Every room is darkened, with no lights illuminating them and not a sound coming from within. All, but the one that we are heading to.

"Are you complaining?"

She groans, "I can't believe you put your fingers inside me with your cock. As if it weren't big enough already."

A light chuckle escapes me. "I love rubbing that glorious place and seeing you twitch, baby, can you blame me?"

Her squirming nearly makes me burst into laughter, but I manage to remain stoic. "No… I liked it…" She turns her head, lifting to meet my gaze. "We aren't going home?" Her curious expression is adorable.

"Not yet."

She pauses, but only briefly, before asking, "Also, we were so loud, I'm surprised we didn't get a complaint."

"You—my naughty girl—were loud. There are only two other people here."

As we stop at the door, her eyes round as she asks, "What? I saw the vacancy—it said full."

I nod. "I purchased the property."

The full circle her mouth does makes my stomach tighten. Fucking Hell … I came at least three times and I'm still ready to shove my cock right back in that mouth.

"Why?" she asks in shock.

"I plan to have it demolished after you are done."

Her eyebrows pull together.

"Gabe is in the main building, he is working on something but I needed eyes to make sure no one tries to come and disturb us. He owes you for not killing him. I did warn him."

Her lips roll as she fights back a smile.

I step her in front of me, my hand coming to press at the side of her neck and rest the other at her shoulder. "Max, in here is your surprise. My present to you. Proof that I can give you anything and everything you ever want."

She flicks her eyes between mine, a full smile taking over those stunning lips. "You didn't need to prove that to me, I know."

"Well…" I suck in a sharp breath. "That's questionable."

The swat against my chest makes me let a soft oof out.

Strategically taking her hand, for good measure, I kiss the tips of her fingers and move it to rest at my cheek.

"I'm here with you, and I want you to take your time. Okay?"

"Draven, what is it? What is in there? You're making me kind of nervous."

I lean in and kiss between her brows. "Let's find out." With a slight tilt, I move my hand to the door handle, and open it. The light pulls outward, and I allow Max to step away from my hold .

The room is identical, said for the lack of a bed, to the one we were fucking in. Sitting in the middle, tied tightly to a metal chair, is a man of many years. Blindfolded, arms downward, ankles restrained.

"This is—"

"D—" My hand slips over her mouth, muffling her gasp as she sees none other than Jose Escarra, her father. Her eyes widen in shock, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Shh," I lean my head down beside hers. My breath fanning against her ear as I whisper. "Let's watch him squirm before he knows it's you."

"Who's there?! Hello?! Please someone—whoever you are—help me!!"

I groan, and move toward him, releasing Max to grab the sock he had spit out laying on the floor. "Don't make me cut your tongue out." I seethe before shoving the fabric back down his throat, causing him to gag.

Turning back to Max, she stands before me unmoving. "Baby, look at me." She does, and although there is surprise still lacing her expression, she isn't angry.

"You…"

I nod only once. "I can kill him—" The moment those words slip from my lips, Jose begins to scream through the cotton, trying to thrash around even if it's futile. The chair is bolted to the ground, so he won't be going anywhere. Not until I allow for it, or Max does.

"Or you can. You can torture him for as long as you desire, mon amour. Make it slow. Make it quick. Whatever you want. His life is yours. Take it, just like he tried to take yours."

The sheer elation lighting up her face sends goosebumps across my skin. I respond with a smile as strong as the one she's giving me.

I gesture toward the television stand, which is absent of a TV but instead displays a collection of weapons, from knives to scalpels to razors.

"I fucking love you." She takes two charged steps to me and throws herself to me, her arms gripping around my neck. The crash of her lips against mine is not gentle, and I don't hesitate to return its intensity.

The groans of her father play as background noise to her soft moans into my mouth. I should have waited to take her right here in front of him, but if she so chooses to torture him, maybe I will still get the chance.

After forcing her back, I give her a wink. "Love you, Max ."