Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

CARA

" S he can't drive home," Amaya says, talking to everyone in the room.

They're all about to leave. We had dinner, ate Rhett's fucking delicious pie, and now it's time to say goodbye. For who knows how long.

"And I'm pretty sure she's close to puking, so I don't want her in my car," Jason adds, staring at Emily, who's almost two bottles deep into the red wine.

She's sitting on the couch, hiccupping as she looks around at us. "I'll be fine, guys, really. I'll just hang out here for a little bit, and then I'll go home."

A sudden sense of calm overcomes me, and I choose now to speak up. "She'll be fine here. I'll request a car for her once she sobers up a little." Looking around, I find everyone staring at me, jaws slightly dropped. "It'll be fine," I reassure them with a smile.

"Are you sure?" Sloan asks as she digs her car keys out of her purse. "She's being a little much with Rhett. Are you going to be able to handle that?"

"Emily isn't anything I can't handle," I laugh, looking down at the sloppy drunk girl resting on my couch.

Rhett seems to pick up on my words, handing Emily a glass of water as he insists, "We'll make sure she gets home safe."

"Okay," Sloan cringes. "I don't think I'll bring her next year."

Emily can hear everything we're saying, but she's too intoxicated and lost in her own world to understand. I've never really liked her, and now I know why. She's always stayed single because she's not into single guys. She's into taken guys. She likes being a homewrecker.

Some girls are like that, though. Naturally hardwired to want what they're not supposed to have. I can't really blame her for wanting Rhett, I mean look at him. He's fucking perfect. But I can remove the problem, preventing her from doing this to anyone else in the future. For all I know, a few years down the road a married man with three kids might catch her eye, and she'll destroy everything they've ever known.

I can't let her do that.

Not when I understand how truly fucked up she is. She'll never change.

"Probably not," I sigh, pulling Sloan into a tight squeeze. Tears well in my waterline, but hold them back the best I can. "I promise I'll check in more."

"You better," Sloan warns, pulling back to look me dead in the eye.

"I will," I nod, stepping back, and then looking at everyone else. "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for having us. And thanks for cooking so much food," Amaya groans, rubbing her full stomach as she looks at Rhett.

He meets her soft smile, returning it. "It was my pleasure. Hopefully I can do it again in the future."

His words tug at my heartstrings. Hopefully.

Perhaps someday we can return to my gothic little Victorian home and build a life here. Plant the roots deeper this time. Make a place for ourselves in Hallow Grove that goes beyond one little tattoo shop.

They all shuffle out the door, leaving Emily plastered across my couch behind them. The door clicks shut, and I turn to face her. Rage almost fills me when my eyes fall on her and I see her eye fucking Rhett, but I swallow it down, succumbing to the calm darkness I'm feeling.

"Rhett," I say loudly, purposely catching Emily's attention. "Do you think you could get Emily another glass of red wine?"

She sits up at that, pushing her tits out like a bitch in heat.

Rhett's eyebrow raises, and he's giving me a confused look, but doesn't question me out loud. "Of course."

I smirk to myself, rounding the couch to sit beside her. Rhett returns from the kitchen quickly, holding a half-full glass of red wine.

"Sit with us," I insist, pointing toward a spot on the couch with my eyes. I want him to sit on the other side of her.

"Here, Emily," he says as he takes his place on the couch, extending the glass toward her. "Drink up."

Emily takes the glass, immediately raising it to her lips. She sips it slowly at first, but that's not good enough for me. I bring my hand to the stem of her glass, tipping it up for her. She almost chokes on the wine, but recovers quickly enough, throwing it back at a faster pace. I force her to keep going, and I don't let her stop until the glass is empty. Once she finishes, I take it from her and set it on my coffee table.

"You won't want to feel this," I whisper to her under my breath.

"What?" she asks, looking at me, but not really looking at me. Her eyes are glazed over and the alcohol is deep in her system.

"Oh, nothing," I smile sweetly, glancing at Rhett. "Hey, Emily? I thought maybe we could have some fun. You, me, and Rhett?"

She leans toward me, using her hand to keep herself balanced. Her speech is slurred when she speaks. "What kind of funnnn?"

Instead of using words to answer her, I reach across her, and then I grip Rhett's hard cock in my hand. He looks a little surprised, but he quickly goes with it, leaning back and letting me rub against him with the palm of my hand. Her face is only a few inches from mine, and she's watching me as intently as the alcohol will let her. Turning my head toward her, I kiss along her jawline, moving down toward her neck while I continue stroking Rhett over his pants.

I whisper into her ear when I reach it. "You just seem so tense. I thought maybe we could loosen up a little bit. Just the three of us."

She moans when I take her earlobe into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and letting soft puffs of air tickle her ear. I take that as my opportunity to pull my hand away from Rhett, bringing it to her center.

"Spread her legs for me," I tell Rhett as I kiss down her neck.

Rhett leans forward, gripping both of her thighs firmly as he pulls them apart for me, letting me slip my fingers between her legs. She's wearing a short dress, which I hike up, exposing her neon pink thong. I rub my fingers over her panties, quickly finding her clit. Emily's back arches as I swirl, making the fabric more and more wet with each motion.

Rhett is watching me, waiting to see what my plan is, so I give him a task. "Take your cock out and let her suck it."

There's hesitation on his face, but he does as I say, pushing his pants down to his ankles, then kicking them off. His cock is already rock hard. He doesn't have to reassure me that it's not because of Emily, but because of me. Emily hasn't noticed, but not once has he looked at her. He's completely enamored with me. Consumed by my presence.

"Emily," I say to her, grabbing her jaw and forcing her face to meet mine. Her eyelids are hooded as she watches me, but I can see the hunger there. "Get on your knees and suck his cock like the little slut that you are."

She leans toward me, trying to get a kiss from me, but I pull back. Kissing her neck is hard enough while I'm trying to maintain control. I don't want to be anywhere near her filthy mouth.

"Get on your knees, Emily," I repeat, harsher this time.

Before she can move, I grab the front of her dress with both of my hands, ripping it down the middle, exposing her tits. Her nipples are peaked, hard and begging to be played with. She lets out a slight whimper when I deny her a kiss and pull my fingers away from her cunt. I can't give her too much pleasure. The bitch doesn't deserve it.

Emily's entire body is off balance as she stumbles to the floor, getting on her knees for my monster. He's hard and his eyes are glued to me as she wraps her fingers around the base of his dick, circling her entire mouth over it. I lace my fingers through her hair, taking an entire fistful as I begin moving her head for her, forcing her to bob up and down.

"No teeth," I remind her sharply when Rhett jerks, looking at me with a panic in his eye.

She moans around him, letting her saliva fall all around his cock. The way he slides easily down her throat tells me this isn't her first rodeo, but it'll be her last. One of her hands goes to her pussy, trying to draw the pleasure out of her clit, but I stop her, pulling her arm behind her back and pinning it there.

"Only good girls get to come, Emily," I spit, momentarily losing control. "And you've been very naughty."

The degradation makes her wetter, and she pushes her ass out for me. I drop to the floor behind her while she sucks down Rhett. I pull her bright pink thong down, exposing her wet pussy. She's soaked.

"Such a greedy little pussy," I say, spreading her wide while I get a good view of her. "So fucking hungry for his cock."

She cries out when I bring my hand down on her ass, spanking her as hard as I can. Her skin erupts with a loud clack when I make contact, leaving a bright red imprint where my hand was. Watching her wince in pain makes me wet, so I do it again, just as hard as the first time.

Rhett's eyes are still glued to me, not wandering to the slut wetting his cock.

"Do you want to sit on his cock?" I ask Emily, forcing her head all the way down before letting her up for air.

She gasps, sticky saliva beading across her mouth. "Yes."

I push her down again, making her take him down her throat and cutting off her airway. I hold her there for a moment before letting her back up.

"Yes, what?" I ask impatiently.

"Yes, please, " she whimpers, pushing her bottom lip out.

I let her up, steadying her as she climbs onto Rhett's lap, straddling him. He's looking at me like I'm crazy, and I can't blame him. He still has no idea what I'm doing.

She plants both of her hands on his shoulders, waiting for one of us to line him up against her. I oblige, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him a few times to make sure he's hard enough for her. He groans, letting his head fall back as I work him, which urges me to give him a few extra strokes. The veins in his cock strain against my palm, pulsing with need.

Silently mouthing to him, I give him a warning. "No touching." And then I line him up against her, telling her, "Ease yourself down on him."

She does, and he easily sinks all the way inside her. She's so fucking needy for him it makes me sick. There's nothing she wanted more than to sit on my man's cock, taking what isn't hers.

I stand behind her as she begins bouncing up and down on his cock, crying out pleasure-filled moans. Her posture is poor as she rides him, so I pull her shoulders back, forcing her to fix it. Wetting my fingers with my tongue, I reach around her, taking her budded nipple between them. I rub it lightly, then pinch it in a back and forth movement, drawing out a gasp when it gets painful.

The pleasure and pain mix, and she's already on the verge of an orgasm. As she gets closer, her body moves faster, more frantically. She's bobbing up and down as quickly as her intoxicated limbs will let her, and her moans are getting louder.

"Fuck, yes!" she cries out, rocking her hips.

Rhett keeps his hands off her, leaving them at his sides, but she doesn't notice. She's too lost in taking what's mine.

"Yes, that's it," I encourage her, driving her to her orgasm.

She starts screaming as her orgasm teeters on the edge of beginning. "Fuck, yes, Rhett! Just like that!"

Her head falls back and her rhythm changes, telling me her orgasm is beginning.

I reach for the empty wine glass on the coffee table behind me, hitting it on the wood, shattering it. I turn back around, lunging for her throat, using the broken glass to cut through her flesh as she ride's Rhett's cock.

Blood instantly sprays from her neck, coating Rhett in a thick layer of crimson. She chokes, reaching for her neck, but the damage is already done. Rhett pushes him off of her, and pounces for me. Emily slouches on the couch, rolling to her side as she begins to bleed out. I cut her deep enough to kill her, but she'll bleed out slowly enough to watch me claim what's mine.

Rhett is on me, twisting us around so that I'm on my knees, bent over the couch. Emily is facing us, wide eyed and scared. Her breaths sound gargled as she gasps for air, slowly bleeding out.

"That was so fucking hot," Rhett growls as he slams into me from behind, gripping my hips firmly.

I cry out, watching Emily die as Rhett plows into me. He's fucking me so hard I'm already seeing stars, barreling toward an orgasm. Reaching down for my clit, I swirl my fingers around it, pushing myself over the edge. I meet his thrusts by pushing back against him.

"Harder," I plead, panting through each stroke. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me like this slut wanted to be fucked."

Emily's eyes bulge, and she's on the verge of passing out from blood loss, so I give her one last show before she dies. I let her see what it's like to explode all over Rhett's cock, screaming in ecstasy as he buries himself deep inside of me. What it's like to have him completely and wholly, to myself.

He's mine.

"Yes," Rhett grunts, pounding me harder. "This pussy was fucking made for me."

My orgasm slams into me, and I scream for him, letting Emily watch every second of it. Rhett isn't far behind me, too worked up with the anticipation of filling me once I was done fucking around with Emily. His thrusts slow as my orgasm ends, and he milks himself with my pussy, drawing out every last drop of his cum.

With my pussy dripping, I slide my finger through it, then bring it to Emily's lips, pushing through them and coating her tongue.

My voice is low and petty as I say, "Here's a little taste of what you wanted so badly, but couldn't have. A little something for the road to Hell ."

Emily's breathing becomes labored and rattled for a few seconds before it stops completely, her chest caving in with her last breath. I smile to myself, turning to Rhett, who's watching me with the most adoring look.

I am as fucked up as he is, but he loves it. No one else would accept me this way.

That's why he chose me.