AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Okay.” It’s my turn to cage him in, so I plant one hand on either side of his hips. “Listen to me carefully, Grant. You did not hit me. You did not abuse me. You did not rape me. Tripp did. I want to watch him die. I want to watch you exact revenge for me. I want to see his blood coat the floor and walls like mine did. He killed my parents, and he broke me. I’m not the girl I used to be.
“I’m darker. I’m distrustful of everyone but you four. The goodness in me was killed a long time ago. You aren’t going to taint me with the things you have done or things you plan to do.”
His eyes darken as he looks at me, really looks at me, for the first time since I’ve been back. “You know what I want to do to you? I want to erase every lingering memory of him from your body. I want to lick every slap away. I want to kiss every cut. I want to worship every bruise. I want to fuck you until the only thing your body knows is how to be fucked with love and reverence.”
My thighs rub together as his words electrify me. Then he sets my soul on fire.
“And I want the whole world to know it. Three seconds to put your hands on the window, or I’m going to think you don’t want this.”
I don’t even think as I spin back to the window, placing my hands on the cold glass.
“Remember when I finger fucked you for the first time at Prom our junior year? You were worried about people seeing and knowing?”
“Yes,” I say as I rub my thighs together. “That’s what I was thinking about earlier.”
“I hope you’re over the fear of being seen.” His hands grab my dress and rip it over my head. “Because I’m going to fuck you in front of this window for the whole world to see who you belong to.”
My nipples harden as the cool air kisses my skin. The sound of my hurried breaths and Grant’s shirt falling to the floor are the only sounds in the room. I feel Grant at my back. His hands reach around to cup my breasts, twisting and pulling on my nipples until a shocked gasp escapes my lips. I arch my back, pressing my chest into his hands as I let my head fall back on his shoulder. He trails hot, wet kisses up and down and my neck as one of his hands moves down my belly.
His finger dips into the waistband of my panties and pushes them down, first over one hip and then the other. I whimper when he drops to his knees behind me and pulls apart my feet. His fingers drag through my wet folds as he kisses from the back of my knee, up my thigh, to my ass and back down the other side.
My body seizes in pleasure when his tongue takes the place of his fingers. He circles my clit in slow, meticulous circles until he’s sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth with a force that makes me cry out his name. I can feel him smile against me as he goes back to the circles.
He breaks away from me with a growl right as my orgasm starts to swell. I feel the heat of his chest against my back as he positions his cock at my entrance. He pauses and tightens his grip on my hips, giving me a chance to say no. Instead, I press my ass against his groin in invitation.
A sound of deep desire rumbles through his chest, and he slams into me, stretching me over his hard length. He sets a punishing pace. His hips pound into my flesh, our skin slapping together, and we both murmur a string of obscenities. He’s the only thing I can think of as my walls tremble around him, milking his cock. A second later, I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with hot ropes of cum.
The only thing holding my limp and boneless body up is the arm he has wrapped around my waist. His heart is pounding in his chest.
“I can feel your heartbeat against my back,” I whisper with a smile.
“I can feel yours around my cock,” he says, rocking his pelvis against me. “Give me five minutes, and we’ll do this again.” He lifts me into his arms and carries me over to his chair where he sits and places me in his lap. “You okay?” he asks quietly. “I was kind of rough.”
“I’m more than okay.” I shift so that I’m straddling him. He’s shirtless, and his pants are still unbuttoned. I run my hands over his chest and up to his shoulders. “I don’t blame you for anything. I need you to know that.” My eyes bounce back and forth between his, willing him to accept that truth.
He nods after a minute, and I blow out the breath I was holding. I lift my hand to his jaw, running my thumb over the corner of his full lips. I startle when he turns quickly and bites it with a playful growl and then I quickly dissolve into giggles. This is my Grant. Playful, silly, warm.
“I never thought I’d get to hear that again.” He pulls me closer, so my core is back over his already hard again cock.
“Hear what?”
“You giggle for me—with me. It’s always been my favorite sound.” His admission is so similar to the thought I had earlier it leaves me breathless. He cups my face in his large palms and pulls my face to his. His lips graze mine tentatively. I open mine with sigh, and he sweeps his tongue along mine. We kiss and explore each other like the reunited lovers we are.
I wrap my hand around his cock and pump slowly. I smile against his lips when he playfully bites mine. He lifts me by my hips and lowers me onto his dick. I move my hands back to his knees and begin undulating my hips, grinding against him while we look into each other’s eyes.
As the tension builds deep in my core, he splays his hand across my pelvis, his thumb rubbing my clit to speed my orgasm. He dips his mouth to my chest, taking one of my small pink buds into his mouth and sucking. The whole time he plays my body like an instrument I keep riding his cock, slowly increasing the pace as he swells inside me. I feel a surge of triumph when he comes first, allowing myself to fall right after him.
17
NOLAN
“Visual of Sharpe,”Lake’s deep voice says through the earpiece I have in. “He’s headed into the warehouse.”
I start walking down the crumbling concrete that separates the vacant warehouses in the West Bottoms of Kansas City. It’s an ingenious place for a hitman to operate out of. A big enough city to stay anonymous but still in the middle of flyover country. No one would expect to find an international master hitman with over thirty years of hits living here.
“I can see him through a broken pane of glass. Looks like he’s alone.”
I enter the warehouse through the same door Sharpe used. The building is a six-story, old processing factory. Almost all the windows are broken, and graffiti covers the exterior walls. It’s rusted out and the door screeches loudly as I push it open.
