32. Out Of The Water

32

Out Of The Water

Violet

Loud knocking rattles my bedroom door. "You okay, Vi? I heard you scream."

Kole lifts off me, stripping off the ski mask and smirking.

"Vi?" Patience knocks again.

"I'm fine. Just watching a movie."

Just coming down from an orgasm that has an earthquake rattling me to the core .

"You scared the crap out of me." Patience groans. "You and your scary movies."

Her footsteps fade as she walks back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

"Guess I'll have to gag you next time," Kole says, rolling off me.

The thought of him gagging me probably shouldn't excite me as much as it does, but the way he watches me with amusement as he lies next to me on the bed means he didn't miss that my cheeks flushed at the thought of it.

"You didn't have to stop." I roll to face him, planting my hand on his chest and wishing Patience hadn't interrupted.

"Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet." Kole reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, thumbing through it for a moment.

Finally, he presses something on the screen, and my television lights up with a movie he's casting.

" Scream 2 ?"

"Mm-hmm." He sets his phone aside and sits, pulling me into his lap so I'm between his legs, and my back is to his chest. "We both know you like this one."

I nod, swallowing hard as Kole brushes my hair to the side and plants his fingers over my pulse. My heart is already racing as the movie starts.

Kole drags his lips over the shell of my ear. "Do you remember what you told me the first time we talked, Violet?"

"Yes."

"Say it then." His fingers wrap around my throat, his thumb pressing up to my jaw.

"This is my favorite."

"Not that." Kole shakes his head. " Why is it your favorite? "

Glancing over my shoulder, his dark eyes are fixed on my mouth. "I was watching it the first time I came."

"Yes." He leans in, and I think he's going to kiss me, but instead, he bites my lower lip, tugging it as he pulls back again.

His fingers trace down the center of my chest, drawing a hot path along my skin as he circles my belly button. And he doesn't stop until he's slipping his hand under my T-shirt and grabbing my pussy as hard as he can.

"Quiet." He wraps his other hand over my mouth, silencing the scream that squeaks out. "Wouldn't want your friends running in here and seeing what I'm doing to you. Unless that is what you want?"

I shake my head.

He grips my pussy hard again, and I'm fighting to breathe through my nose, with his palm sealed over my lips, edging right against my nostrils so I can barely get half a breath with each inhale.

"Watch your movie, Violet." He slips my panties aside and drives a finger into me.

I'm still sore from how roughly he made me come a minute ago, but it doesn't take long to adjust as I sink into the feel of him.

His hard cock presses against my ass, and I'm so desperate for him to fuck me that I'm already slick as he pumps his fingers.

"This should be your favorite part." Kole leans in, his mouth by my ear so he can lick a path along it and whisper, "Watch what he does to her boyfriend. Remember when I did that for you? "

He's talking about Liam now, even if the scenarios aren't the same at all. But as the killer draws blood on the screen, Kole drives his fingers deeper.

"Remember when I slit his throat for you, Violet?" Kole shifts his hand over my face, covering my mouth and nose to completely take my air away. "Remember kneeling in his blood at my feet? Begging me to chase you. Your greedy little cunt dripped for your boyfriend's killer."

The killer is back in the movie theater now, but the girl on the screen doesn't know. No one sees him because he hides in plain sight.

Like Saint.

Like Kole.

He was right in front of me all this time, watching. Waiting for me. Claiming me before I even realized what was happening.

My head is woozy as my core churns. I'm scratching Kole's wrist as I fight for air. But he doesn't release me yet. He continues to fuck me with his fingers as my vision darkens. A tear rolls down my cheek as I blink the room in and out of focus.

"Remember the blood, Violet," he whispers in my ear, and that's all I see.

Blood.

Rage.

Spots of light.

"Come for me." Kole releases my mouth, and I gulp in a breath.

Air rushes my chest, burning the path to my lungs as my body shatters .

I'm coming, choking, desperate. And he holds me through every vibration as my bones shake and my insides pull apart. I'm a mess, while his arms are all that hold me together.

"Kole." I tip my head back against his hard chest and close my eyes, trying to catch my breath.

The room is spinning as oxygen floods my lungs, and I come back down from the high he held me at.

Kole doesn't say anything as I grip his thighs and try to steady my racing heart. He wipes his palm over my sweaty forehead and brushes my hair back. He rakes his fingers through the strands.

The gentle side of him that shouldn't exist comes out. The side that sends my morals tumbling. The side that has me justifying everything he does.

I close my eyes and try to rationalize the fact that I feel safe in a killer's arms. That everything he just whispered in my ear only intensified my orgasm. Kole's demons speak to me, and there's no running from that.

Blinking my eyes open, the movie is still playing, but I'm no longer focusing on it. All I can see and feel is the man in my bed. Someone who isn't scared to show me his true self, no matter how evil it is. Because he trusts me with it.

So many people have darkness that lives inside them. Some hide it; some let it show in pieces. Kole spills his out for me. He takes a knife to my ribs and forces me to show him my own .

So many people bury who they are, but not him. He shows me his whole self, and it makes me want to do the same.

Sitting up, I spin around and straddle him. And he watches as I pull my T-shirt off and plant myself in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the hair at the back of his head. Raking my nails along his skin and loving that it softens his expression.

"What are you thinking?" Kole asks.

I let out the exhale I feel like I've been holding my whole life. "I was thinking about my dream."

"How so?"

Earlier, when he asked me about my dream, there was a playfulness to his tone. But now, he senses the darker current in the air, and his voice is steady—serious.

"I almost drowned once," I admit, my lungs burning at the reminder. "My mom was working eighty-hour weeks, so I practically lived at the hospital when I wasn't at school. But I'd get bored, and so sometimes I'd sneak off to one of the rehabilitation pools to go for a swim."

Kole plants his hands on my bare thighs, listening. And I'm not sure anyone has ever paid attention to me the way he does. Without interruption. Like every word I have to say matters, even if it doesn't.

"It was empty that late at night. And I didn't see the puddle on the tile." My heart races, remembering how my feet slipped against it. "I fell in, hitting my head on the way down. "

I press my fingers against the scar on the back of my head. It's buried by my hair, but the ridge still exists if you know where to press.

"Everything was so foggy. I couldn't remember how to swim or breathe. I was just… sinking." Once more, I wrap my arms around Kole's shoulders, and he pulls me closer. "I was floating in the water, and for a moment, I thought it would just be easier to let go. To let the water take me."

"Then what happened?" he asks, rubbing my thighs with his palms.

"Someone found me. I don't know who. Someone who worked there, I guess. One moment I was underwater, and the next, I opened my eyes, and my mom was standing over me in that hospital room. I've never seen her so scared."

"You were okay though." He wipes the tears from my cheeks when I don't even realize I've started crying.

I shake my head. "But I wasn't. I gave up. I drowned in every sense of the word that day, even if they pulled me out. My whole life has felt like this struggle of not wanting to admit who I am. Of fearing the thoughts that live in my head. I've always had this interest in things I don't understand, and I know that makes me sick, but I don't know how to cure it. So that day in the pool, I let a part of myself drown. I left a part of myself at the bottom because I was too scared of what would happen if I gave her air."

"There's nothing wrong with you, Violet." Kole pulls my chest to his, his body heat radiating through his thin shirt.

"Not in your eyes, there isn't." I press our foreheads together. "You pulled me out of the water."

Looking into his eyes, I see every part of him and every part of myself. His pupils dilate and drink me in.

He sees every part I've hidden for nineteen years and accepts all of her.

"Thank you." It's a whisper that barely makes its way out as I press my lips to his.

I sink against his body and let him be the air that I've been seeking. My lungs take in every atom of his soul when he parts his lips and forces his tongue into my mouth. And my bones crave him unlike anything I've ever needed.

Reaching down, I lift enough to tug down his waistband and pull him out. And the moment I'm positioned over the head of his cock, he grabs my hips and shoves me down.

That sting that fills my center each time has me shaking. It has my body vibrating at his touch.

Kole lets me guide the movements as I circle in his lap. His mouth seeks out my heart while his hands play in the back of my hair.

He's all over.

I tug at his shirt because I need to feel him.

His skin on my skin.

His sin in my hands.

Stripping it off, he pulls us chest to chest, holding me tight.

His lips pepper my mouth to my jaw. He drags his teeth down my neck, sinking them into the base of my throat. He rocks his hips with my movements, and we become the rain. The lightning. The storm.

We're the ripples on the ocean. Untraceable among the waves.

Kole grabs my jaw and kisses me with every part of him, and my heart crinkles beneath my ribs. I fall so hard it knocks the air from my chest.

He comes inside me as my pussy squeezes him. And he's the chaos I've spent my life looking for.