Chapter 43

Kate

I’ve changed into a bathrobe and I have a bag packed and on the floor right next to the door. I hold my phone tight with my right hand as a just in case measure.

I pace back and forth, from a wall, turning, to the closet, turning…

Waiting.

All I can do is wait.

It’s all coming to a… a head? Is that the term?

There’s a knock at the door and I freeze and swallow hard.

Even right then, there’s a small, logical voice in my head that tells me I can run right now. I can go to the balcony, climb over it, dangle down, drop to the ground. Even if I break an ankle, at least…

I open the hotel room door and there’s Corbin.

He’s a mess of dried sweat and blood. He’s big, pissed off, and if I have to admit it, he looks sort of terrifying. Or maybe it’s just pure determination. Or just raw anger.

I don’t know…

His right hand shoots out and wraps around my throat.

He steps into the hotel room, driving me back with force.

The door shuts behind him and he slams me against the wall, hand pressing harder at my throat.

I manage to whimper a groan as I feel my air supply decline a little.

My lips quiver.

My heart races.

Those butterflies are back in my stomach too.

“You still listen to me,” Corbin says. He touches the middle of the robe and his fingers are then right between my legs. “And you’re still soaking wet.”

I nod at him. “Anything… for you…”

I manage to speak.

Corbin drops down but leaves his hand at my throat.

His left hand moves around my body and grabs my ass, pulling me closer to his hungry mouth. His tongue slips against my pussy with slick ease.

I cry out and thrust my hips. My eyes roll back into my head already.

I’ve been waiting and savoring this moment for how long?

Not exactly ten years but it sure as fuck feels like it.

Corbin’s mouth sucks against my pussy. My labia. My clit.

Then he bites.

I cry out louder, feeling his teeth pulling at me. He twists his head and growls, taking me to the brink of pain before letting go.

His left hand kneads at my right ass cheek. I feel where his middle finger is creeping toward and all that does is make me hotter. It makes me wetter. It drives me fucking crazy for him. For his sense of pleasure. For his wanting to offer me pain, but in such a beautiful, controlled way.

The way I want it. The way I need it.

I swallow hard and fight through this tight grip of his hand on my neck.

There’s going to be fresh marks but I don’t care.

It’s all exploding now, isn’t it?

I groan and whimper.

Corbin’s tongue swirls around my clit and he begins to suck and nibble.

My body is driven right to the edge of climax. No way I’m able to hold this back. Not that I would want to anyway. It’s been days of being alone, thinking about him. Texting him pictures of my breasts and my pussy. Him texting me back a picture of my panties he stole from my house… covered with his cum. All those baths I’ve taken, alone, the hot water and bubbles touching my skin, touching me in places…

My hips jerk forward and I feel myself start to come.

I soak and smother Corbin’s face and mouth, my knees bending, my body grinding against him as he takes me and eats me . The entire time, his right hand presses a little bit more and more against my throat. I feel myself getting slightly dizzy. I have no voice and no ability to focus on anything but the intense orgasm.

When Corbin finally pulls away from between my legs it’s with a wet kiss sound.

He stands right back up, towering over me, licking his lip of all the leftover cum from my pussy.

He curls his lip at me.

“Darling, now I get to kidnap you.”

And that’s basically what he does.

Do I have all the details yet?

No.

Do I want all the details right now?

Probably. But things have to happen first.

Corbin drags me out of the hotel room with one hand and carries my bag with the other. We make an escape through a back set of stairs and out of the back of the hotel.

He tosses me into the passenger side of his truck, races around the truck and starts to drive.

Avoiding any highways and main roads when he drives.

I’m not buckled in. My bathrobe isn’t really shut properly. Most of my right boob is hanging out. My hair is messy. I can smell my own body too. Not in a bad way either. I can smell my pussy. My orgasm.

My chin keeps quivering as I want to ask… I want to know…

“Did you get any calls yet?” Corbin finally speaks.

“No.”

“You may or may not.” He doesn’t look at me. “He knows. I think he’s known for a while. I bet that’s why he called that friend of yours. He took a very slow path to this, Katie. I’ll give credit where it’s due.”

I feel like I’m going to vomit.

“Chad… knows…?” I whisper.

“I handled it. But it’s going to come back and haunt me.” Corbin then looks at me. “It’s going to come back and haunt us, darling.”

I suck in a breath.

There’s a question on the tip of my tongue.

I know the kind of person Corbin is. I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.

Corbin reaches for me with his right hand. He touches my face.

His thumb strokes my cheek.

I’m not afraid of the answer to my lingering question. I just need to know. So I can begin to prepare too.

“No, Katie,” Corbin says to me. “No, I did not kill him.”

I gently nod. “Okay.”

“But you need to know… I was going to kill him. I was going to kill him and make his body disappear.”

Chills race throughout my body.

I don’t doubt for a second Corbin’s words or his ability.

He drives faster.

He takes his hand from my face and places it back onto the steering wheel.

I have no clue where he’s taking me. Taking us.

I trust him.

I trust him with everything I have. My body. My heart. My soul. Anything and everything.

There is one other question burning on my mind right now though.

It’s an evil one. I’m an evil person too. Just like Corbin.

What made Corbin stop himself from killing my fiancé?