38. Chapter 38

Chapter 38

-Jared-

Although Alison seemed to embrace my idea, once we had eaten and returned to the room, an obvious darkness seemed to envelop her as reality sunk in. She was still grappling with what had transpired, and I knew it would take time before she found peace.

Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate to invite me to join her in the bathtub. I gladly accepted, and while Alison prepared the warm water, I headed to the closet, surveying the surroundings. I anticipated having to spend more time in this place, but I couldn't wait to pack everything up.

Come morning, I planned to enlist the help of the staff to pack our belongings into boxes, with the hope that we would be ready to depart the following day. It hadn't occurred to me earlier to consider Vince's place as our refuge, perhaps because I had always regarded it as his domain.

Yet his message had been unequivocal—everything was now mine. Still, a part of me secretly hoped he might return upon hearing that Alison was back in my arms. I hadn't shared this sentiment with Alison, but the thought of being with her in that place, the only sanctuary I had known, filled me with elation.

I peeled off my white shirt, now stained with my own blood. I had scarcely noticed the pain in my face, but it was gradually intensifying. My eye was becoming more swollen, partially obstructing my vision. As I discarded my shirt, I glanced down at my chest, noticing a few bruises. The impact of being knocked onto the table had left its mark.

After stowing away the soiled shirt, I shed the rest of my clothes before joining Alison in the bathroom. She was already submerged in the warm water, her discarded dress lying on the floor. As she heard my approach, she turned her head and offered me a smile, though her eyes betrayed her ongoing struggle to process recent events.

Nevertheless, she shifted forward, allowing me to join her and envelop her in my arms. I pressed a kiss to her temple, eliciting a contented sigh from her as she leaned back against me.

"Ever traveled outside the states?" she asked, shocking me with her sudden question.

"No, never," I replied, puzzled.

"You've never traveled at all?"

"Where would I go? And how would I afford it?" I challenged.

"What about after finding Vince?" she probed.

"My work was here, as were all my bullies."

She sighed, shifting slightly until she was nestled against me, her body turned sideways. She placed a kiss on my arm, holding onto me tightly, and I sensed a profound guilt emanating from her.

"It's just karma, really," she murmured to herself.

"You know I don't believe in such things. Besides, why should karma get all the credit for my hard work?" I quipped, eliciting a soft chuckle from her before she turned her gaze to me, her eyes shining with the deep love she held for me, tinged with a dangerous allure. I thought it might be disconcerting to be scrutinized in such a manner, but I reveled in it. I hoped she would never cease looking at me with such intensity.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

"Alison, you've already atoned for your sins," I reminded her gently. "Let's not—"

"But I want to keep saying it until you believe me."

I blinked, momentarily taken aback. "You think I don't believe you feel guilty?"

"You called me the ice queen. You said my womb was too cold to conceive. You insisted I didn't possess a heart or soul. You made it abundantly clear you doubted my capacity for guilt. But I do feel it. I know I was a coward, Jared, and in some ways, I still am. But I no longer wish to conceal anything, and I hope that one day, you might truly believe that I hated what I did. However, I engaged in those actions simply to be near you."

I was on the verge of speaking, but she shifted once more, settling onto my lap, her long hair flowing slightly in the water as she nestled against me.

"Wait," she interrupted. "Don't say anything, because I know you'll tell me that doesn't justify anything, and you'd be correct. It doesn't. But I still want you to hear it, not because you need to, but because by acknowledging it, I become a little braver. I have always wanted you, and I always will. So, if you need me to be this bait…"

Ah, so that's where this conversation was heading, I realized. Before she could finish her sentence, I drew her even closer, feeling her warmth seep into my skin.

"Let's not dwell on it. I will handle Vince. You just need to recuperate, find happiness, and smile again."

"You want me to be happy?" she chuckled, as though the notion was absurd. Perhaps it was, given the deep-seated animosity I still harbored. But despite that, I desired Alison.

"Yes, I want you to be happy. I want you to wander around our house or wherever we decide to settle, with a constant smile on your lips, continually professing your love for me, and vowing to only want me."

"I see. I'm boosting your ego," she teased, running her wet hands through my hair, infusing the room with a lighter atmosphere.

"Absolutely," I affirmed.

"So, you just want a barefoot, happy, non-pregnant wife?" she joked.

"We can't predict the future," I replied, glancing at her stomach.

"Let's not raise our hopes. Besides, I want to start a family with someone who genuinely desires it, not with someone who hopes it will bind me to him."

"That's not—"

"I understand you have your own way of expressing love, so to speak, but I don't think a family is truly what you desire. And wouldn't you become jealous at the thought of sharing me?"

She had a valid point, yet Alison didn't seem disheartened by the absence of a family, and I couldn't definitively say if it was something I yearned for. My mind was too muddled. However, keeping Alison as mine was undeniably a desire. If circumstances led to it, I would leave the decision about a child up to her. It was foolish to fixate on something that might never come to fruition.

"Perhaps I might feel a twinge of jealousy. So, maybe I should just cherish having you all to myself, and soon, there won't be a third party in this relationship," I declared.

"Oh God, I can't wait until it's just us," she breathed, realizing that we could truly be alone together.

The relieved look on her face was so endearing, as she seemed to internalize the idea after some contemplation. I pulled her down by her collar, kissing her lips and sliding mine slowly over hers. Her hands moved below the water to stroke me, but I seized her hands and then turned her, causing her to laugh as the water slipped over the side, making the floor wet.

"Jared!" she squealed as I bit her neck.

"I haven't fulfilled my promise yet," I reminded her.

"Your promise?"

"You wanted to ride my face for as long as you could, right?"

She shivered against me, then began nodding eagerly, excited to do exactly that. So after a quick scrub and washing off the grime of the night, we got out, dried ourselves, and went to the bedroom. In mere seconds, I had Alison on top of me, smothering me with the best place on earth, and I made her cry out repeatedly as I targeted her sweet spots. My name constantly left her lips as she came over and over, her hands resting on the wall behind me as she ground her hips. Even when she tried to slide down my body to ride me again, I kept her in place, not finished with her.

"Jared, no more," she panted, as I groaned against her clit, sucking on it again, and she convulsed instantly, crying out and rocking her hips.

"Okay, I reached my limit."

"Not yet," I murmured against her, nipping her thigh, but as I tried to move closer, she grasped my hair, pushing me back. I warned her with my eyes not to do that. She was done when I said so.

"Then let me shift my position a little," she said, though she seemed completely comfortable from my angle, her cheeks flushed and a layer of sweat covering her chest.

With a cheeky smile, she turned, presenting her ass to me, then leaned forward to slide her lips down my cock. I caught onto her wicked plan, and it quickly turned into a competition between us to see who could make the other come first. Alison was so sensitive from what I had done to her, but I was also on edge from lavishing attention on her sweet pussy, giving it the long-overdue care it deserved after years of neglect.

She began shaking, moving her head faster to distract me, her mouth always such a wonderful place to get lost in. Despite her efforts to hold back, I felt her muscles shake, so I teased her clit, making her cry out around me, which only pushed my own climax closer and closer. The vixen won.

I came down her throat, consumed by bliss, which distracted me from ensuring her pleasure as well. Alison hummed in delight around me as she swallowed my cum before pulling off and gazing over her shoulder with a satisfied expression. I smacked her ass cheek, and she gasped from the force before I pulled her even closer, positioning her exactly where I wanted as I used her own orgasm to assert my dominance.