Page 48 of Outlawed

“What if someone comes?”

“The only person who’ll be coming is you.”

“Austin.”

“If anyone even tries to look at what’s mine, I’ll shoot them and bury them beside your father. How’s that?”

“Oddly endearing.”

“You’re a strange woman, Calliope.”

“Says the man who wants to fuck me on my father’s grave.”

He smiles devilishly at me as I slip the straps of my dress over my shoulders and push the material down over my hips, before letting it go. It pools at my feet, but I ignore it, my eyes on Austin as I unhook my bra and throw it aside.

“Panties too.”

I bend down and hook my underwear with my thumbs and drag the scrap of lace down my body. I step out of them and the dress before standing tall in front of him. He circles me, trailing the tip of his finger across my collarbone. He drags it down my spine, dipping it between the cheeks of my ass for a moment before he moves back in front of me.

I watch in fascination as he unbuttons his shirt, swallowing when I see the still healing bullet wound on his chest, knowing how close I came to losing him, even though part of me knows we’d all be safer if he died that day.

My scattered thoughts snap back into place when he strips it off along with his jeans. He’s not wearing boxers, so nothing is blocking the view of his cock standing tall and proud.

“The things I want to do to you,” he murmurs as he strokes himself, his eyes on the curls between the apex of my thighs. He licks his lips as he moves closer, wrapping his scarred hand around the back of my neck so he can kiss me. If you can call it that. It’s more like an attack of lips and teeth before his tongue duels with mine.

He pulls away and spins me around. “On your knees, baby.”

I take a shaky breath and drop to my knees, bracing myself with my hands when Austin nudges me over. He kneels behind me and drags the flat of his tongue down my spine, making me shiver. I feel him line himself up and push inside me before he grabs my hips and starts thrusting in and out at an almost leisurely pace.

“I can hear him, you know. His pathetic little whimpers, begging for help as his air slowly runs out. You think he can hear us?”

I don’t say anything because that’s fucked-up. But Austin is Austin, fucked-up is his middle name.

He wraps his hand in my hair and yanks my head back, ripping a scream from me. He grins maniacally. “There, that’s better. I want him to know what he’s missing. I want him to know how perfect his little girl’s pussy is wrapped around my cock. You were born to fuck, Cece. And I have no problem fucking you to death.”

I swallow, my mouth dry, my brain flooded with what the fucks and oh gods. This man is certifiably insane, and I might just be too, because his words are unraveling me from the inside out.

“I want his last thoughts to be of me, defiling his daughter. I don’t want you to cry for the bastard, I want you to come for him. I want it to soak into the earth. I want him to taste it on his lips before the devil takes him.” He reaches around and pinches my clit as I sob, unable to hold on any longer. “That’s it, Cece, come for him, make it the last thing he ever experiences.”

I explode into a billion tiny particles flying high above the world, watching on in detached horror as my boyfriend defiles me on holy ground.

“Fuck, yes, come for me, Cece, come for your new daddy,” Austin roars as he thrusts into me hard and comes. He pulls out before he finishes, dripping his seed into the soil as his final fuck you to my father.

I roll over in the dirt and look up at him, dazed and confused and yeah, maybe a little turned on still. I should add a padded room to the ranch and a collection of straitjackets.

Austin reaches for me, picks me up, and sets me on my feet. He makes sure I’m steady before he slips my dress over my head, forgoing my bra and panties. He shoves my bra into his back pocket when he gets dressed before crouching down in front of me. He uses my panties to clean my pussy and thighs before he walks over to the headstone and sits them on top of the cool marble.

“Rest in peace, motherfucker.”

He picks up the shovel, tossing it over his shoulder before he offers me his hand. I stare at it, still kinda shell-shocked.

“Did I break you?”

I blink, looking from his hand to his handsome face. “You’re insane.”

“I know. And you fucking love it.”

We pull up at the ranch, the house sending warmth through me, welcoming me home.