Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Lulu

I wake up alone, shrouded in darkness. The other side of the bed is cold under my palm, making me frown.

What time is it?

The bedside clock reads 3:57 a.m. Curiosity gets the best of me, drawing me from under the thick covers.

Curiosity killed the cat, I remind myself. My legs are shaky as I stand, and my core gives a sharp twinge. We went to bed a few hours ago, but we didn’t lie down to sleep for a long time, and we hardly slept. Why would he get up?

Pulling on his discarded T-shirt, I quietly open the bedroom door. Nothing, no movement other than me. I peek into Mary’s room; she’s fast asleep, one of her long braids hanging over the side of the mattress .

I huff a quiet laugh. I wish I slept that well. Silently, I close her door and head farther into the living area, but that’s also quiet. He’s not here.

My heart stops. Please tell me he didn’t go back for poor Phil and his wife.

As if my legs have a mind of their own, I exit the RV, and my bare feet sink into the mud. It’s gross, lodging between my toes. It must have rained after we went to bed, not that we noticed.

My core gives another twinge. Movement at the back of the RV draws me over. P lease don’t be the elderly couple, I pray. They seemed nice. Half blind and loud, sure, but nice.

Rounding the corner, I gasp. It’s not the old couple. Instead, Ajax stands half naked, his bare chest splattered with mud and blood. The bottom of his jeans are filthy, his boots no longer black but brown due to the mud.

What really has my attention is the body at his feet. It’s the guy from under the RV. My stomach roils.

Ajax’s head snaps up at the sound I make when I see him. His face darkens. This isn’t my Ajax. It’s not the man who feeds me sticky treats or who plays with Mary—this is the man who killed my stepfather.

“Not a word,” he hisses. I’m a statue forced to watch him bend, his long fingers grab the dead man’s shirt, the body jolting when Ajax pulls, ripping a button off. I gag at the sound the body makes when he drops back to the wet ground .

Ajax stuffs the button into his front jean pocket.

I clamp my mouth shut, my nostrils flaring when he approaches. My whole body shakes, but I keep my feet rooted.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You’re supposed to be in bed, asleep.”

I blink, my chest rising quickly. I want to say that I’m sorry, but I can’t get my mouth to open.

“Is Mary asleep?”

I nod quickly.

“Good.” He sighs, some of the tightness leaving his shoulders. “You will go back inside, lock the door, and stay in bed. I’ll be in to punish you once I’m done. You should know better than to leave the RV by now, Louise. I’m disappointed.”

His words pierce me. He might as well have used his knife.

A sound behind me has us both freezing.

“Too late,” Ajax snaps.

He rushes over to where the body lies sprawled next to the spade and wafts the tarp wildly. He throws it over the corpse haphazardly as footsteps approach.

Ajax is in front of me again, his hands fiddling with his belt.

“On your knees. You’re getting your lesson now.”

I stare at him, stunned. He’s joking, right?

Seeing that he’s not, I obey, dropping down. My bare knees hit the cold, wet floor. The bulge in his trousers grows as he fights to free his erection. Someone coughs. They’re almost at the back of the RV.

Ajax’s large hands frame my face, holding me steady as he shoves his cock against my lips. I keep my mouth clamped closed.

Pain hits my jaw. His thumbs press into the back of my jaw, forcing my mouth open. He tastes salty, the fat head of his cock disappearing to the back of my throat quickly, making me gag. The hands on my head draw me closer, burying my nose into his pubic hair.

I gag again. Ajax moans.

“Oh, my!”

I can’t see who is behind me, but I hear rustling as they turn.

I try to tear my head away, but Ajax holds me still. His hips pull back a few inches, his heavy cock sliding over my tongue.

His panted breaths the only sound in the darkness.

“Phil,” Ajax greets, like he’s not fucking my mouth.

“I didn’t see anything. My wife sent me out because she heard a noise.” The old man rushes, “I’ll tell her it’s just some animals from the woods.”

Ajax’s chuckle is dark and husky. I can hear his arousal, not that I need to since the man is using my mouth like he used my pussy earlier, fast and ruthless.

“I’ll turn her hearing aid off, you kids . . . well, good night.” He stumbles over his words .

Ajax doesn’t answer. Instead, his gaze drops to me. “Suck,” he orders, “and watch your teeth.”

My face flames under his palms, knowing that Phil probably heard his words. The air fills with sounds of what we’re doing, and as my body responds to his rough actions, I glare up at him.

Ajax smirks down at me before pleasure rules him. His head tilts back, his mouth opening with a deep groan.

“Fuck,” he pants.

My jaw aches, and my lips pull at the corners of my mouth as I struggle to swallow his thickness.

I wiggle, trying to relieve the tingle between my legs, and suck harder. His cock leaves my mouth quickly. Ajax and I stare at each other, panting.

“It’s amazing what people don’t see when you give them something better to look at.” He grins, nodding to his right. I look over and see the tarp, and my stomach drops at the sight of a foot. The bottom half of his leg isn’t covered.

I fall forward and gag again. This time, my mouth is empty. My hands barely support me, and the ground is slippery under my fingers. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and then my cheek, brushing away my tears.

Ajax fists my hair, tilting my head back and forcing my body to bow.

“You shouldn’t have come out here,” he tells me, shaking his head.

His hand wraps around his wet cock, the thick shaft pointing straight at my mouth. I swallow, knowing what’s coming.

“If it makes you feel any better, you probably saved his life,” he says, nodding behind me where Phil disappeared. “But his eyes are shit, and he couldn’t look away fast enough. Personally, I love the sight of you on your knees eating my cock. Open wide,” he breathes.

I wince, widening my mouth as much as I can. He still barely fits inside, my teeth touching his hardness.

The hold on my hair tightens.

“Careful.”

Ajax shoves in, then retreats all the way out. Over and over, he does the same thing. Fast in, slow draw out.

I’m kneeling before him, mud covering part of my thighs, the wet T-shirt tickles my upper legs, bunching at my hips. My tongue sticks out, waiting for him to slide back in, and I’m panting.

“I come. You don’t,” he orders.

Stepping closer, Ajax frames my legs with his feet, and his strong hands still my head. He fucks my mouth, his cock bumping the back of my throat over and over. I struggle to breathe when his hips are flush with my face.

Closing my eyes, I take what he gives me.

Pain and pleasure blur, entwining until they’re one. This is the way it is with him every single time. And just like before, I’m practically crying with need. My body sings for him .

Disappointment and pride fill me when he gives a final gasp and a long groan. His cum shoots out, filling my mouth. It’s thick and tastes bad. The thick liquid leaks out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin.

“Do not spit,” he hisses.

My eyes widen, and I shake my head.

No, no, no.

Ajax pulls his cock free, but his hand slaps over my mouth. I try to turn my head away, but he moves with me, and I’m forced to swallow it down.

Satisfied that it’s gone, he releases me long enough to tuck himself away. His hands grab under my armpits and lift me to my feet. My cries have turned to hiccups.

“Never leave my DNA somewhere that’s not that RV,” he orders, grabbing the bottom of his T-shirt I’m wearing.

He raises it, his hand pulling until he can use it to wipe my face—first my cheeks and then my mouth. The smell of mud and him fills my nose.

“Go back inside and shower. Leave this shirt on the bathroom floor, and I’ll clean it with the rest of my clothes.”

“Where are you going?” I manage through my hiccuped breaths.

“To finish what I started before I was gloriously interrupted.” He grins, his eyes trailing lower to where my bare body is on display for him to see .

With one final wipe to my cheek, he drops the edge of the top and kisses my mouth.

“And don’t even think about touching that pussy. You don’t come again until I say so.”

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

I chant on the way back inside, but I don’t, and that’s the fucking problem.