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I gather her in my arms and push her onto her back, my cock still deep inside her. She’s still breathless from coming, but I’m so hard I ache, and there’s only so much I can let Willow torment me. I caress the curve of her breasts and kiss her throat, thrusting in and out of her, slow, at first, finding a rhythm.
And I can’t help it. I ask the question that’s been burning through me all night—the question that’s been burning through me since that evening I bathed her and first found those scars on her arms.
“Tell me why you have those scars, Willow.”
“Your dirty talk fuckingsucks,” she pants.
“Tell me.”
There’s a feeling in my belly like I’m in the middle of a storm, like the world has become too dark and hot and tight.I’m disoriented, nauseous, angry, turned-on, and almost—sad. A sadness like a dark beast sitting right on top of my heart, so heavy I can barely breathe.
“They’re just scars, Luca,” Willow whispers against my mouth. “Why can’t you get over them?”
“Tellme.” I fuck her harder, like I might fuck the sadness away, like I might fuck the truth out of her. “I’ve never seen you once try to hide the scar Cerberus gave you or any of your bruises. So why do you hide your arms? Why hidethosescars?”
There’s a long moment of nothing except the gliding of my cock in and out of Willow, the tense music of our panting breaths.
And then Willow whispers her answer in my ear. “They’reugly.”
“No.” My voice is hoarse and hard. “They are not. They are like every fucking part of you, Lynch, they’re beautiful. I couldcomejust looking at those scars.”
I fuck into her hard, like I might fuck the idea of her own beauty into her, like I might fuck all the big dark nothing right out of her soul. Her thighs hug my hips, our skin slick with sweat, burning like we’re both in the grip of a fever.
Willow replies in a hiss of air, “That’s because you’resick. You’re a sick fuck.”
“Then put me out of my misery. You know what I want.”
“I don’t need your help,” she bites out even as my cock pounds the breath out of her. “I don’t beg you, Luca.Youbegme. That’s our thing.”
“Don’t beg. Ask me.”
“Give me the code to your office.”
“Tell mewhy.”
Willow bites into my shoulder, almost angrily, and I come almost immediately, grinding my hips into hers like I couldn’t come deep enough inside her. She bites deeper when I come,and I silently urge her to keep going, to draw blood if she wants.Anything for you, poison.
Willow is silent for a long time afterwards, her chest rising and falling underneath mine. And then she speaks low and broken and raw like the words are tearing the skin of her throat as she speaks them.
“He hurt me. He hurt me, for a long time, and all I’ve ever wanted was to hurt him back. That’s why I’ve spent so long looking for him. I got everyone else on that list. My mum’s parents, the people who knew what Richard was doing to her, to us. I even got the girls who bullied me at school. But I never got him. Hurting him isn’t enough. I have to destroy him, even if it destroys me.”
The hole that used to exist in my heart sears wide and painful. I swallow and can’t respond straight away. I can’t tell Willow I forbid her destruction—it would only motivate her more. I can’t tell Willow to put herself before her revenge because she would never agree to it in a lifetime, and I can’t ask her to wait because she’s waited too long already.
So, instead, I make a final deal with her.
“One more hunt, Lynch. October—the month we met. One last hunt. If you win, I’ll give you the code to my office. You can use anything of mine to destroy him. I swear it.”
“And if I lose?”
I kiss her mouth. “Don’t lose.”
45
Stomping Rats
Luca
What does it taketo bring about the downfall of a man like Richard Thornton?
