Page 55 of The Wrong Man


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“Well, if I caught you, do you think Davis knew?”

The alcohol was dulling my thoughts, but my ire still ran through my nerves at the ready. At this point, I didn’t give a fuck if Davis knew. “I don’t know. He never said.”

Dix came around and sat next to me, then patted my shoulder. “Eli, you know she didn’t just overdose, right?”

Squeezing my brows together, I tilted my head. “What do you mean?” While I was in prison, Dix told me she accidentally took too much grave dust and died.

“She killed herself. She left him a suicide note.”

My stomach rolled. Instead of throwing up all the day’s liquor, I swallowed. Was Kara just another casualty in my path of destruction? “Oh, isthatwhat you meant? You meant she did it on purpose?”

“Yeah. Davis has been fucked up about it ever since.”

And yet I still didn’t feel a damn thing for Johnny Davis. “Well, that doesn’t give him the right to go after my girl.She’s mine. I know we’re not together right now, but I’m working on fixing that.”

“Why?” Dixson swiveled on his stool to look at me. “Why would you want to? You’re obviously worse off because of her. I mean, the two of them have probably hooked up already. You know women can’t be loyal.”

Just the thought of Davis being with her made me grab a handful of Dixson’s T-shirt. I needed to hit someone, and he was the closest. “Don’t fucking say that.”

“It’s true! Look at Kara. Now this little girl.” Despite me still holding his shirt, Dixson put two hands on my shoulders and squeezed. “Man, I’m here for you. I know it’s tough right now. Sluts gonna slut, but bros before hos, right?” Loosening my grip on him, I sighed as he massaged my tense muscles briefly. “Listen, I’m heading to this party tonight after my shift. Trent is supposed to relieve me around ten. Why don’t you come with me? There will be some people from high school, buds from football.” He removed the hand on my shoulder and patted my bicep. “Come on. I’ll make sure you have a great time.”

All I could think about was Davis’s little dick trying to fuck Essa. Her sweet whimpers and breaths in my ear when we would make love. The way her face would flush when she had an orgasm. Her tight, tiny body writhing beneath my big one. My dick started to get hard remembering the blood on it from her first time.

“I’ll think about it. I gotta go.”

A ride share picked me up from the bar and dropped me at the corner around the block from Essa’s house. Figuring she was at school, I waited for her in the trees behind her house. Her car wasn’t in her driveway, so I searched around her property.

She’d obviously done a lot of work to the outside. The landscaping was neat, and the garage was organized when I peeked in the windows. Had Davis helped her with this? How often was he coming over? Were they together?

Just when I thought I would lose my mind with jealousy, Essa’s car pulled into the driveway. Without ever noticing me, she got out of her car and strolled up the front steps. As she unlocked the front door and opened it, I popped out from behind a hedge and clasped a hand around her mouth, shoving her inside the house. She kicked and squirmed, trying to shake me loose.

Shoving her against a wall just inside the front door, I slammed it shut with my foot. Pressing into her back, I leaned into her ear and asked, “What the fuck are you playing at, baby girl?”

“E-Eli?” Her thrashes stilled when she heard my voice.

“You fucking Davis now? Are you fucking cheating on me?” My mouth was right over her ear. She tried to turn around, but I thrust her harder into the wall.

Little choked sobs came out as she spoke. “We aren’t together. We broke up, remember? Remember when I said I never wanted to see you again?”

“That doesn’t fucking matter. You’re still mine.”

Gasping, she rammed back against me, but when she did, she got a big surprise. My hard cock slapped right into her lower back. “Guess I need to show you who you belong to.”

“What? Eli, I’m not with Davis, I swear. Are you drunk right now?” She held her breath before a whimper escaped her mouth. “Please answer me.”

Nothing she said mattered. She needed to understand the bond between us was never going to end. Reaching around, I unzipped her jeans. Tugging them down her legs with one hand, I held her against the wall with the other. In the next second, I had my cock out, rubbing it through her ass cheeks a few times. Her butt pushed against me, but only made me harder. My mind racing, I couldn’t control the raging beast within me. It was controlling my dick, which needed to feel her again.

“What are you doing? Eli, you’re a murderer! You killed my father! You’re a monster!”

Putting both of her arms in one of my hands, I reached around to cover her mouth with the other so I wouldn’t have to hear her. If she didn’t speak, I could pretend it was us again, just like we used to be.

“I have to be inside you,” I growled in her ear. Kneeing her legs apart, I scooped my hips until I aligned myself with her folds. I held myself just at her entrance, waiting... With a moan around my hand, she tilted her hips until the head of my dick was covered with her wetness, suctioning me just inside. With that, I shoved my cock all the way inside her tiny sheath. She cried around my hand and squirmed, but I pressed against the wall with my full body and fucked her tight little cunt.

Ugh, it felt so good to be back. Within her was home, where I belonged. We had been separated way too long, and the ache I had carried all these weeks slowly eased with each thrust. “My cock has to be inside you. Your daddy needs to have your pussy all over him, baby girl. It’s the only way I can survive.”

The more I fucked her, the wetter she got, the scent making me voracious. Her hips helped me by writhing back with each swivel of mine. Washing my face in her hair, I inhaled her tart apple scent deeply. I moved my lips to her neck and bit her until I drew blood as she screamed against my palm. The metallic taste landing on my tongue made me rapidly pummel into her like a rabid animal.

I didn’t care if she wasn’t enjoying this. This wasn’t for pleasure; it was need. I used her hole like it was my own pocket pussy. When I came, I made sure every drop stayed in, shoving and forcing her against the wall repeatedly, holding my cock inside like a plug. None of my seed would escape until it hopefully did its part.

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