The room becomes thick with humidity and the smell of sweat and sex filters through my nose as his body guides me to a core-shattering climax. His name is torn from my throat and goosebumps prickle my skin as my orgasm hits fruition. My nails claw into his back as I fight my way through a blinding scattering of stars forming before my eyes. A carnal groan sounds from Hugo’s parted lips when my pussy squeezes his cock, greedily begging for hishotcum.
My earth-shattering orgasm sets Hugo off. He sheaths me to the very root of his cock before he stills. Hot, violent cum spurts from his cock, like lava exploding from an active volcano. Unlike me, he manages to keep his cries of ecstasy to a bare minimum. Although from the strained look on his face and the way his veins are bulging, it was a hard-foughtbattle.
A snuggle into my pillow, beyond exhausted and eagerly anticipating a few solid hours of sleep. Hugo arches his brow and peers into mysleepyeyes.
“No sleep, Babe. I’m not even half done withyouyet.”
A squeal emits from my lips when he flips me over and yanks my ass into the air. Dynamite explodes in my womb when he rubs his cum into the cleft of my pussy with his hand, coating me with his slickness to lessen any friction before his slides hisstillrock-hard cock inside me. I crank my neck and peer at him, both shocked and incredibly aroused by hisdetermination.
Any thoughts on catching a few hours of sleep turn into a forgotten memory when the sting of his hand spreads a fiery heat across my butt cheek from a perfectly placed spanking. The final act to confirm our fire-sparkingreunion.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hugo
Two weekslater…
My heart poundshard as my lungs fight for air. I feel like I’m dying, suffocated by the heaviness weighing down my chest. The face of a monster is before me, snickering as he seeks his revenge, evening the score between us. I took his son; now he is taking mine. Joel’s big blue eyes stare at me, pleading for me to save him from the devil holding a knife to his throat. Even with tears flooding his eyes, and his entire body uncontrollably shaking, he maintains a brave front, appeasing the fear of his mother standingbesideme.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, Daddy is going to save you,” Ava stutters through the tears streaming down herashenface.
When Joel is jerked backwards, I lurch for him, pulling through the heaviness asphyxiating me with fear. I outstretch my arms, frantically trying to reach him. But no matter how hard I fight, no matter how far I stretch, I can’t reach him. Col is tooquick.
“No!” My back arches as a tormented scream tears from my throat. “Please, don’t hurt my son.” I plead as Col drags Joel through a sea of black, soulless shadows. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurtmyson.”
I thrash against a heaviness entangled around my legs, fighting to be released from their stranglehold. Ineedto save my son. Ihaveto save my son. I suck in quick blasts of air, filling my lungs with oxygen as I race towards Joel. The ice cold fear clutching my chest impedes my usually lengthy strides. My thighs burn as I chase the white Range Rover that has an unconscious Joel in the backseat. My lungs are heaving, and my entire body is covered in a dense layer of sweat, but I don’t give up.I'll nevergiveup.
Confusion envelopes me when I race past distinguishable landmarks in Ravenshoe: Harlow’s bakery, the office building where Izzy worked, and the Dungeon nightclub flash by as I sprint down the narrowingstreet.
The heaviness on my chest increases when the Range Rover vanishes before my eyes, not leaving a trace of itsexistence.
“Joel!” Iyellout.
I run my hand through my hair as I spin around in a circle on Tivot street. My brows furrow as an overwhelming volley of confusion steamrolls into me. Only now do I realize, Joel was snatched from his bed in Rochdale, not Ravenshoe. My bewilderment intensifies when an image of a blond-haired man resuscitating another surfaces before me. My wild eyes dart up and down the street, seeking assistance. Surprisingly, the usually packed sidewalks of Ravenshoe are empty. Not a soul is insight.
My focus returns to the two men in the middle of the street when the blond man releases a heavy grunt as he pumps furiously on the chest of the unconscious man sprawled on theground.
“Come on, Hugo,” he commands, thumping the unconscious man’s chest with hisenclosedfist.
I shift my feet and slant my head to the side, unsure exactly how I can aid them. The air is forcefully removed from my lungs when I discover who the blond man is resuscitating.It’sme.
“Don’t give up! Do you hear me? You arenotallowed to die!” screams theresuscitator.
I step around the scene, wanting to see the face of the man saving me. I don’t recall the events after I was shot. All I remember is landing on my backside with a sickening thud and waking up to the devastated face of Izzy. Everything in the preceding seven hours was acompleteblur.
When I peer down at my rescuer, my pupils dilate to the size of dinner plates. “Blondie?”
I crouch down on the ground, unable to comprehend what I'm seeing.The son of the man who ruined my life is savingmylife?
As the sounds of sirens approach, the buildings surrounding me distort before I'm suddenly swamped by eerie blackness. It is so dark, not even a star in the sky canbeseen.
My head cranks to the side when a familiar voice screams through the darkness. “Hugo,wakeup!”
I stand from my position and walk towards thevoice. “Ava?”
Lifting my hand, I shelter my eyes when a blinding light streams through thedarkness.
“Wake up!” Ava screamsagain.
