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“Called it,” Lorna sneers as they pass.
“You have a problem, bitch,” one of them says, and I bite my lip. Someone stands behind me, and the smell of his cologne has me pushing back against his chest. The girl simpers and rushes off after her friend. Lorna turns and gives Rex a glare but lets it go when it’s her turn to pee. She looks back at me, but I shake my head.
I never really had to go. I just needed space, not that a crowded hall in a club gave me much.
Rex grabs my hips and presses my ass harder against his hard cock. Bending down, he kisses my neck, and I melt.
“You smell amazing, Kitty. Like peaches and mine,” he growls before biting me hard. I whimper and let him drag me over to an empty closet. The minute the door closes, his lips hit mine. He trails his fingers up my thighs and lifts the dress I’m wearing.
“I love you in dresses, Kitty,” he coos, and I sigh. He’s in a good mood today.
“I’m so happy you came,” I tell him honestly, and he kisses me. We still haven’t talked about our fight the other night, and I’m okay with that. I understand he has a lot going on and can’t just drop everything to help me search for Bizzy.
“I’m sorry about last week. You have been amazing and there for me after losing Nana. I never should have snapped at you.” He gives me his signature smile and pulls me closer, letting me feel him skin to skin between my thighs. I whimper, and he bites my lower lip, pulling it out with his teeth. Gripping the back of his neck I pull him into me with my other hand. I slide his cock between my panty-covered folds and moan as the lace rubs against my clit.
“You like that, baby,” he growls, and I nod as he kisses down my neck and to my breasts. The spaghetti straps of my dress stretch down as he attacks my nipples. I stroke him harder and arch my back.
“I need you inside me,” I groan, and he reaches to the side of my thong and rips it off of me. I wince at the pinch from my hips and yell as he thrusts inside in one fluid motion. His lips muffle my cries, and he laughs.
“You like this. The fact that we could be caught at any moment. My dirty little kitty.” I nod, and he strokes harder, gripping my thighs tighter, lifting my other leg up and over his hip. My head slams against the wooden door, but I don’t care. He could fuck me right in the hall in front of everyone, and I wouldn’t bat an eye as long as he doesn’t stop hitting that spot deep inside me. I clench down and squirt when he pinches my clit.
“That’s it, baby, soak me,” he says on a groan as he cums. He pulls out a little and lets it drip down my ass, mixing with my cream. He lets me down and drops to his knees, shoving two fingers inside me, pushing his cum back inside as his tongue attacks my clit.
I grip his hair and hold him there until he has me exploding on his tongue and fingers. He fixes my dress and stands. I lean his way, and he kisses me, letting me taste our combined releases.
I moan into his mouth, and he kisses me one more time, tangling our tongues together. He pulls back, and I pant against his lips. He smacks my sensitive pussy, and I wince a little. Gripping me tight in a possessive hold, he growls into my ear.
“This is mine, and if I ever see someone try to touch what’s mine again, I’ll kill him.” Fuck, I get wetter at his possessiveness. I know this should turn me off and have me running, but with Rex, I love that I make him this way.
“I’m yours, Rex, always.”
CHAPTER7
NOW
CAT
Iplay the perfect little wife he wants me to be and busy myself around the kitchen, baking and cooking some of his favorite treats, until I finally have a moment to myself. I have been thinking of a plan as I mix and chop random things. It’s not the best of ideas, but it may work, and right now, I just don’t care. I need to get us off this island.
I grab some paper towels and the small knife when he leaves me to go to the bathroom. I carefully slice the side of my bikini line in a place I know he won’t notice, then let the blood drip on my hand and rub it over the pale pink crotch of the shorts. I take another bloody handful and rub it under my shorts as well, making sure to smear it everywhere. A toilet flushes, and I quickly wash my hands, letting the blood drip along my thighs and run down my leg. I need this to work. I need him to get me off this island, so I can have a chance to escape and save our lives.
I glance up at the ceiling and pray.
Please God, let this work.
Rexley
I sitat the table and wait for Cat to bring me whatever she has been making. It smells amazing, and my mouth is watering. A crash sounds behind me, and I turn to a pan of lasagna shattered on the floor. I go to scold her when she curls into herself and starts to moan and cry. I jump from my seat and rush to her side. There is sauce everywhere, but the blood dripping down her legs is what is concerning me the most.
“Cat, what the fuck is going on?” I say in a panicked voice, pulling her into my chest. Her legs are shaky, and she’s clutching her stomach. She looks at me with her blue eyes drowning in tears.
“I think something is wrong, Rex,” she whispers before going limp in my arms. I hold her tight to me and try to calm down, but I’m assaulted with memories as the past rears its ugly head, and I can’t fight the flashbacks.
Sheets covered in blood, Cat sobbing in my arms, overwhelming guilt for what I did.
I shake my head and try to focus. I bring her back to the medical room and grab the ultrasound machine. I can’t risk bringing her off the island, and I have some medical training under my belt. I was planning to go to medical school after the whole football shit. But that didn’t happen, thanks to my year-long vacation at a mental facility. Where I met the infamous Ryan Shephard. He was a good friend until he told me I couldn’t have Cat anymore. Then he became a pain in the ass that I had to dispose of. Same old story. That’s why I don’t trust anyone anymore.
The whooshing of the baby’s heartbeat brings me a sense of relief, and I check for any other issues. I can’t see any, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something going on. I place the fetal monitor belt on her stomach and leave it there. She’s still early in this pregnancy, but it works for the most part. I slip her wrists into the restraints and leave her so I can clean up the mess in the kitchen. Spaghetti sauce, broken glass, and blood covers the cream tiles. What a waste of a good dinner. I finish cleaning, then make some sandwiches and bring them to Cat.
