CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

COLTON

I EXIT THE bathroom for her to finish up in the tub when I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I tighten the towel around my hips, tying it off, and open the door to see Finn standing there.

“I thought you might want this.” He offers me a cell phone.

“Why does this look familiar?” I wonder out loud. It’s in a simple black case. Alex already gave me the two he found in her car. We knew one was hers, and the other was Tatum’s. Why would I want this one too?

“Because it was Nate’s,” he answers.

Looking up at him, I frown. “How did you get it?”

“I found it at Mike’s. I didn’t want to give it to you in front of the guys. But I thought you’d want to see what’s on it.”

I fist it in my hands. “See what’s on it? What the fuck does he have? Is it naked pictures of her from when they were dating?” That’s the last thing I want to fucking look at.

He shakes his head. “He recorded it.”

My stomach sinks, the blood rushing from my face. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse. The motherfucking bastard recorded it.

“She hasn’t told you?” he questions, noticing my reaction.

“Why would she tell me that?” I growl.

He sighs heavily. “She was aware, Colt. It wasn’t like he had it hidden in the house.”

Nate is lucky that she killed him. I would have made it very slow and very painful.

He goes on at my silence, “I’m guessing he was going to send it to you. You know, since all of this started with your sex tape.”

My teeth grind at the fact I did this to her. Every little fucking thing I’ve done because I was a jealous little bitch led to this very second. I’d give my life if I could take it all away for her. If I had just chased her down after my call with Mitch. I could have prevented all of this. “Did you watch it?” I clear my throat.

He nods, and his eyes soften. “Yeah.” They look over to my closed bathroom door and then back to mine. “She put up one hell of a fight.” Running his hand through his hair awkwardly, he adds, “It’s fucked up, I know. But if it were me, I’d want to know.” Slapping the doorway, he takes a step back into the hall. “I broke into it and removed the code access needed.”

“We’ll go through it tomorrow. No telling what else is on here,” I grind out. We need to find out who that truck belongs to. They’re going to question where it went and why Nate hasn’t returned it.

“I didn’t go through it, but I did check his last incoming message. Mike had texted him.”

“And?”

“He was turning around and heading back. Told Nate that he was all in and they could take Raylee to his parents’ cabin. It’s like an hour away, and they could play with her as long as they wanted. No one would think twice to look for her there.”

He’s wrong. I would have found her. The question is how long would I have waited to look for her?

“I think him walking in on Nate dead scared him. He thought he could call you and get away with it. Especially after what he told us earlier. He thought she was unconscious, so he never expected her to tell us the truth.”

Over my dead body will he get away with this. “Thanks again.”

He nods and then walks away.

I hear the bathroom door open, and I quickly open the top drawer to my dresser and stick the phone under my boxers, so she won’t find it. I’ll watch it later after she’s asleep. Turning around, I see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

She’s got scratch marks up and down her calves and stitches in her face. A part of the bruise from the seat belt is noticeable, the rest of it is currently hidden by the towel that’s wrapped underneath her arms. Her neck shows he tried to choke her. I’ve always been rough with our sex, but I’ve never made her look like I physically abuse her.

Pushing off the doorway, she drops the towel. She’s testing me. To see what I’ll do. If I’ll treat her different. I wasn’t lying to her. My feelings about her haven’t changed, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to tie her to my bed and beat her ass with my belt while I fuck her mouth. Her body needs time to recover. And who knows how she’ll react if I were to actually put my hands on her. Will she see me as Nate? Will she freeze up? Try to kill me? Either one is very possible.

She walks over to where I stand, and I allow her to remove the towel from my hips. Her eyes drop to my hard dick, and my teeth clench. Of course, I’m hard. I’m in love with this woman, and she’s standing in front of me naked.

“Colt,” she whispers my name. “Please?”

I look down at her. “I don’t think …”

My words trail off when she grabs my hands and places them on her large breasts. “I want you, Colt.” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she plants a soft kiss on my lips, and it takes everything in me not to return it.

I can’t hold back the groan when her tongue runs across my lips. My thumbs brush over her nipples on their own, feeling them harden with my touch.

Pulling back, I see the internal battle she’s fighting within herself. The want to not let Nate win and the fear that she’ll no longer be the same woman she was.

“I don’t want him to be the last man to touch me,” she whispers.

My chest tightens at her words. That I didn’t save her. How can she ever trust me again? I’m not going to hide anything from her ever again. If she wants to know something, all she has to do is ask. Hell, she knows I kill for a living now and is still here with me.

“Please, Colt?” Her bottom lip trembles at my silence. “Remind me that I’m yours.”

Gently cupping her face, I bend down and take her lips with mine. She opens up for me, and I taste the tears she cried while in the bathtub. I hate that they make my cock twitch.

I didn’t realize that she was training me while I was training her all these years. What she needs is what I need. It’s why every other woman hasn’t been able to compare to her.

Pulling away, I lay my forehead on hers, taking in a deep breath. I jump when I feel her hand wrap around my dick. She runs it up and down my long shaft. “Princess,” I whisper, trying to fight the urge to pick her up by her ass and throw her onto my bed.

“Please,” she begs, gripping me tighter. “Please, Colt.” Her voice trembles.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Even as I say the words, my hands come up and tangle in her wet hair, pulling her head back gently so I can look down into her eyes.

“I want you to,” she chokes out as her tears spill over. “I-I need you.”

I shake my head, knowing I won’t be able to turn her down.

She releases my dick, and I let out the breath I’d been holding in, but my relief is quickly replaced with something else when she drops to her knees. “Raylee,” I growl, pulling on her hair to lift her up, but she swats my hands away since I didn’t have a tight enough grip and takes my cock into her mouth. “Raylee,” I snap, getting angry with myself.

Getting to her feet, she slaps me. “Don’t call me that, Colton.” She uses my full name.

“Ray—”

She slaps me again, and I grip her chin, my eyes narrowing down on her. The look of fucking triumph crosses her pretty features, and I hate that it makes me want to wipe it off her face.

We’ve always gone toe-to-toe with one another. She knows what to do and exactly what to say to push me. “Don’t make me—”

“Make you what?” She licks her busted lip.

My body trembles with the need to dominate while rocking her to sleep. I’ve never wanted to hurt her and cocoon her in Bubble Wrap at the same time.

“Show me who you are, Colt. Remind me what I am.” She runs her nails down my chest, cutting my skin, and I grind my teeth.

“You’re letting him win,” I growl, and her body goes stiff against mine.

“No. You’re letting him win,” she argues, shoving my hand from her chin. “You’re treating me like I’m broken. As if I don’t know what I want.” Her hand connects with my face again, and my cheek is now on fire. “You’re fucking weak!” she screams.

I grip her wrists in my hands to keep her from hitting me anymore, and she whimpers, but her eyes tell me she’s not going to stop. “I’m not—”

“You said you love me.” Tears fall from her pretty eyes, and she yanks her hands free from my loosened grip. I’m trying my best not to hurt her.

“I do.”

“Another lie!” she shouts. “I’m just a game to you. You don’t give a fuck …” Her hand slaps my face once more, and I’ve had enough.

Stepping into her, I grab her ass and lift her off the floor. I walk over to the bed and toss her onto it. Settling between her parted legs, I take my cock into my hand and press into her cunt. Not even checking to see if she’s ready.

A cry rips through the room when we both realize she’s not as wet as usual. I’m not going to use a condom with her. I never have before, and I’m not going to start now just because Nate raped her. I want her to know that things are the same. That I still want her and need her like I always have.

“Is this what you want, princess?” I growl, placing my hands behind her knees and spreading them wide open. Pulling back, I slam forward, making her tits bounce.

She covers her face with her hands, muffling her cries. I let go of her legs and pin her upper arms down to the bed instead, ripping her hands from her face. “Look at me, princess,” I demand. My heart is pounding, and my pulse is racing at what she’s feeling right now. Why she’s making me do this. Why she’s going to push herself so far, so soon.

When she opens her eyes, tears spill down the side of her face. I always want her begging for me with mascara streaks running down her gorgeous face, but it’s different. I never want to see her like this. “What are you?” I ask her, softening my voice.

She shakes her head, sniffing.

I squeeze her arms harder and growl, “Tell me.” Lowering my face to her neck, I pull my hips back and then push forward, going slow but deep. Her pussy gets wetter with each thrust. “Tell me that you’re my good little slut and that you want me to make you come all over my dick.”

She chokes out a sob, and I bite down on her skin.

“Please?” she cries.

My chest tightens at the single word. She’s never sounded this desperate before, but I can’t break. She needs me to be strong and give her what she wants, so I’m going to do it. “You know the rules. You want it, you have to beg for it.”

“I’m—” I feel her swallow against my lips. “I’m your good little slut,” she whimpers, admitting it. “Please make me come … all over your dick.”

“Good girl,” I whisper, but don’t let up. “You’re my good little slut, princess.” I lean up just enough to take her lips with mine. I kiss her. Dominating her mouth, letting her feel my love, my hate, my fucking regret. I pour everything I have into it, hoping that she understands that I love her, and I’ll do anything for her.

When I pull away, we’re both panting. “Look at me. Eyes on me.” I tell her while I fuck her into my mattress, holding her down. I don’t want her closing her eyes and seeing Nate.

I slam into her, almost as if I hate her. But I don’t. Not anymore. And honestly, I don’t think I ever did. I’ve heard people say it’s hard to pinpoint the exact second you fall in love with someone. I’m pretty sure it was the moment I first saw her. And I’ve been falling ever since.

She fights me but doesn’t tell me to stop. She’s still crying, her eyes on mine, and I watch them grow heavier with each thrust as the headboard bangs against the wall.

“That’s it. Come all over my dick, princess. That’s what a good slut does.” My words tip her over the edge, and her pussy clamps down on me. She arches her back. Sweat covers both of our bodies, and she sobs while coming.

The moment she gets off, I pull out and let go of her, sitting up. She pulls her legs to her chest and rolls onto her side, covering her face with her hands, trying to muffle her cries.

I lie down and stretch out in front of her. Wrapping my arms around her trembling body, I pull her into me. “You’re okay,” I say, holding her tightly. “I’m so sorry, princess.” I apologize for giving her what she wanted.

I knew it wasn’t going to be easy for her. But she wanted me to push her. Raylee is the type of woman who wants to appear strong, no matter what it costs.

“You did so good.” I kiss her sweat-covered skin.

Pulling her head from my chest, she places her lips on mine. I cup her face and gently kiss her back. “It’s me,” I say against her wet lips. “It’s me, princess. I got you.” I can’t even begin to imagine how she feels right now. But I know that I will do whatever she needs me to do for her.

Her bloodshot eyes search mine. “I’m … sorry.” She chokes on her words.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I hate that she apologizes for what she feels. That something in the back of her mind is telling her she’s in the wrong.

Licking her lips, she whispers, “I love you, Colt.” Fresh tears fall from her eyes, and I wipe them away. “I love you.”

I open my mouth, but she buries her head into my chest again, sobbing.