AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My head leaned back against the wall, and I turned my face toward Alistair’s. His head was still bent toward the crook of my neck, his lips near my ear, so all I succeeded in doing was leaning my cheek against his. Still, feeling his face so close to mine, knowing he held onto me as he pounded away between my legs, was enough to make me lose it again.
I came on Alistair’s cock, my inner walls constricting on his length as a loud cry left me. I held onto him harder, my fingers digging into the collar of his wet shirt as my body rode out the orgasm.
“Good girl,” he praised me, and I swear, those two words made the orgasm last and last. He pumped his cock in and out of my pussy like it was his job, and my core milked his length for all he was worth. Needless to say, he didn’t last long after that.
Alistair’s wide, strong body surged forward, pressing hard against me as his cock speared me. His thick chest let out a thunderous groan. He emptied himself inside of me with short, successive bursts of his cock, filling me up with his cum, marking me, as temporary as it would be.
He breathed hard, the sounds of his ragged breaths filling my ears. The rest of the world ceased to exist, if only for that moment. He was measured in lessening the pressure of his body against mine, even slower in pulling his cock out of me and helping me stand on my own two feet. The shower still pelted us both.
My head spun for a whole different reason now. Oh, God. What did we just do? What did I just do? This was… this was probably the worst, the biggest mistake I could’ve made.
My eyes lifted to Alistair’s face, and I watched as he stuffed his cock back in his pants. He made no moves to do his belt, though—probably because he’d just have to take it off when he changed out of his sopping wet clothes anyway.
Alistair stepped backward, out of the shower, and he seemed totally calm and collected, back to wearing an expressionless face as he looked at me. “Remember what I said,” he told me, his blue gaze icy once more. “You are here for Gareth. Be good to him, do what you can for him. Help me keep him out of trouble, and I will make sure you’re never left wanting for anything the rest of your life.”
Maybe it was just me, but I swore I could feel his cum start to dribble down between my legs, a reminder of what we just did.
Apparently Alistair wasn’t particularly keen on having me wash that part of me away, not like the blood, because he reached into the shower and turned the water off before I had the chance to… almost like he wanted me wearing his cum. He grabbed a towel off the wall and handed it to me, his stare once more fixated on my face, as if I wasn’t standing there, wet and naked, with his cum dribbling down my thighs.
I took the towel from him, wrapping it around my shoulders as he helped me out of the tub. He warned me, “If you do try to turn him in again, I will do everything I said I would. I’ll let you try to make it out there, on your own, knowing everyone distrusts you. I’ll let you live on the streets. And then, once you’re miserable enough, once you’ve started to regret every single choice you’ve made in your life, I’ll find you and lock you up again. No one will care if I throw away the key. Do you know how much of your body you can lose while still conscious?”
The way he said it, so calmly, made it seem like a real possibility. Like, it’d be no skin off his back if he made my life a living hell, made the whole country hate me, and then, when I had nothing to my name and no one around to help me, he’d reel me back in and torture me. And from what it sounded like, he was no stranger to torture, so he’d be able to make it last.
Fuck. He was terrifying.
He was terrifying, and I’d just slept with him. What was wrong with me?
Wait, don’t answer that.
His voice dropped to a bare whisper, “As long as you remain a good girl, you won’t have to find out. The answers to such questions will stay with me. Now, let me clean all this up. Make me a list of what you need for your hair. I will be back for it once the house is presentable.” Without saying another word, he stepped aside and gestured for me to leave the bathroom so, I assumed, he could pick up my bloodied clothes and do whatever it was he was going to do with them.
Throw them out? Burn them? Keep them as evidence in case he needed to use them against me?
Did it even matter? My hands were tied. Alistair had made that very clear, just as he’d made it clear that he was no gentle man. He was just as cruel and vicious as Gareth, only he hid his inner demons better.
Holding the towel around my shoulders, using it to shield myself from Alistair, I walked around him and hurried across the hall to my room. I shut the door, feeling myself start to lose it. My chest felt tight, my breathing growing quicker, uneven, like I couldn’t quite catch it.
I turned around, leaning my back against the door, staring at the high ceiling, wondering,What the hell did I just do?What have I gotten myself into? If I wasn’t careful, Alistair would make good on his threats, and he wouldn’t hesitate.
My face twisted and contorted, stopping when a sneer spread across my lips. I tore the towel off my shoulders and furiously wiped between my legs, cleaning myself off as best I could. I then stormed over to my dresser and threw on some clothes.
Fuck him. Fuck Alistair and Gareth and everyone else—
I froze in the middle of slipping on some leggings, remembering what Alistair had told me. Gareth killed his mother, Alistair’s sister. He’d said he’d hoped Gareth didn’t inherit the darkness that ran in his family, but he obviously had.
If Gareth’s demons were genetic—and by all accounts they were, based on Alistair—where did mine come from?
Chapter Sixteen – Gareth
By the time my uncle told me we were in the clear, hours had passed. I headed home, knowing Nicole would follow shortly. I sped home to get there as quickly as possible, zigzagging through traffic and causing quite a lot of people to either honk at me or flip me off.
Whatever. I didn’t give a shit about them.
I didn’t give a shit about anyone… except, maybe, in a strange sort of way, Brianna—but that was just because she was mine, and I viewed her as a toy of sorts. A pet. Something I could possess.
By the time I got home, everything was as it should be. I found my uncle in his study, sitting at his desk, looking at something on his iPad. He looked bored, as always. He didn’t even glance up when I strolled in and sat on the cushioned chair near the window. He totally ignored me.
Talk about annoying.
