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“Yes.”
We released together, my pussy convulsing around the warm strings of cum pulsing inside me. I thrust upward again and again, needing to feel every drop of him inside me.
It was the sexiest moment of my life.
Once the world stopped spinning, Justin collapsed onto me, our chests heaving. I continued to weakly pulse around him, my body short-circuiting from the orgasm. He moaned with each pulse.
Finally, he lifted his head and gazed down at me, his lids heavy with satiation.
We watched each other in wonder, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
For a long time, we didn’t speak. We lay in front of the fire, me wrapped in his arms, resting my head in the crook of his shoulder—my new favorite place—as he gently caressed my shoulder with his thumb.
Every few minutes, he’d lift his head and kiss me on the temple as if needing to remind himself I was real.Thatthiswas real.
“I don’t want to leave here,” I whispered.
“I don’t want you to leave me again.”
“Let’s run away, Justin, just you and me.”
A long moment stretched between us.
Finally, he said, “The only way to stop running is to take care of what you’re running from. Only then can you be free, Sophia.”
I lifted my head, looking down at him. “What are you going to do with my father once you find him?”
He pinned me with his gaze, so intense that my heart skipped a beat.
“I’m going to kill him, Sophia.”
31
Sophia
The next morning, I awoke in Justin’s arms.
A blinding whiteness shined like silver swords through the holes in the roof and the slits in the windows. I didn’t have to look outside to know that snow covered everything. Thankfully, though, not a single flake was falling from the sky. The storm had moved on.
I blinked a few times, feeling like I was still in a dream. The smell of him, the touch of our naked skin under the thermal blanket, the smile on my lips, the safety in my heart. I wanted to keep all of it forever.
But how? Does he want it too?
I stayed still, not wanting to wake Justin as memories of the night before flooded my brain. My body responded immediately to these erotic thoughts, sending a rush of heat between my legs.
But just as quickly, the heat was chilled by the memory of the icy tone of his words:I’m going to kill him, Sophia.
You probably think Justin telling me that he was going to kill my pedophiliac, incestuous, rapist father wouldn’t have fazed me. Hell, you’d probably think I would have given him a high five.
But you would be wrong. For reasons that made absolutely no sense, I had mixed feelings about the fact that the man whom I was undoubtedly falling madly, head over heels in love with, was going to kill my father.
Kusma was a vile, evil human being, yes, but he was my blood. Could I sit on the sidelines while Justin took my father’s life? And why did it have to be him to do it? Why couldn’t I just wake up one day and hear that one of Kusma’s rivals had taken him out? Why did it feel like that would be easier?
Yes, the snow might have stopped, but it felt like I was on the verge of an entirely different kind of storm.
Justin’s thumb stroked my shoulder. Butterflies awakened in my belly.
His grip around me tightened. I smiled into the nook of his arm, blushing.
