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Miller’s Lighthouse had been abandoned for years. Run down, it resembled something from a horror movie. Sitting atop the cliff, the once white bricks, now a faded ominous grey, stood high, looming over the ocean. It’s light was long gone, broken, then forgotten about, never to be replaced.
The ocean breeze whipped around me as the wind slowly picked up. We were meant to get a storm, which meant the surf around this place would become dangerous. After burning Phee’s clothes, I’d needed some time to myself. I watched as the clean-up crew wrapped my aunt up in the plastic sheet, torn between the hatred I now felt for the woman, and the person who’d sneak me ice cream as a kid. I just didn’t get it. When had she turned into someone that harbored such murderous intent?
Leaning against the rails, I stared out into the murky green waters below. My mood mirrored the waves as they crashed violently over the jagged tooth like rocks that jutted up out of the water, eroding away at the cliffside.
My head was full of fucking questions. What was she even doing at the house? She rarely left their estate. I was fucking thankful that it was her, and not my Tiny Dancer, that was dead. But that didn’t ease the guilt I had either. Whatever way I looked at it, it was a lose-lose situation.
It should never have had to come to this, but I couldn’t say I was sorry. If I had to choose, it would always be Phee. I’d never make that mistake again.
Chapter Thirty Six - Phoenix
There was so much running through my mind, it took everything I had not to scream. I’d just shot someone. No, not someone. I had just shot Logan’s aunt. Things were still rocky between us, and now this had happened. He was gonna hate me all over again, and I didn’t blame him.
Stryker kept telling me it was gonna be okay, but how? How was any of this gonna be alright? I needed to numb the feeling that had started to take over again. Reaching up, I dragged his face down to mine, pressing my lips to his, gently at first. I could feel the hesitancy from him.
“Please, Stryker,” I begged him to give in.
“Phee,” he groaned against my lips. It was as though he was waging a war within himself. His expression was almost painful.
“I need this, Stryker, please don’t make me beg again,” I whispered into the shell of his ear. His grip tightened around my hips as I slowly kissed his neck, taking my time as I reached his toned chest.
Kneeling in front of him, I gazed up at him through my lashes. I’d missed those grey eyes—eyes hooded and thick with lust. His hands rested on the tiles above me, as the warm water of the shower beat down over my back. He looked like he was battling to keep control, the muscles in his arms flexed, his head hung low.
Lowering my gaze, my fingers traced over his Jacob’s Ladder piercings, and he groaned. Unable to hold back any longer, I ran my tongue from the tip, to the base, then back again, before sucking in the head. The saltiness of his pre-cum elicited a moan of my own. A hand entwined itself through my hair as Stryker started to pump in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Firecracker, your mouth feels like home,” he murmured as he started to fuck my mouth harder.
Running my hands up the back of his legs, I gripped his upper thighs to steady myself, taking him in deeper. Our eyes locked as weeks of pent-up tension, finally came to a head. The harder I sucked, the deeper he pumped. The piercings tickled the back of my throat as his cock pushed past my gag reflex and another moan slipped out.
“Keep going like that, baby, and I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.” There was something about the way he said it that had heat starting to pool in the depths of my belly. Stryker knew just how dirty to get.
Pulling me up, Stryker walked me backwards, until I felt the cool tiles of the shower walls pressing up against the nakedness of my back. He moulded his body against mine as he buried his face in the hollow of my neck. Giorgio Armani invaded my senses as his aftershave lingered all around, and anticipation caused the butterflies in my stomach to swarm.
Interlocking our hands, he slowly lifted them above my head. One hand held them in place, while his other ran down my arm, sending delicious bolts of electricity to my already throbbing pussy. I whimpered with need as he cupped my breast, gently rolling my nipple through his fingers.
Caressing my neck, one of his hands skimmed further down my body, until his fingers reached my swollen bud. He ran a finger through my wet slit. Gently pushing one into my dripping, hungry pussy, as his thumb rubbed circles over my clit.
“Always so wet for me, Firecracker,” Stryker whispered into my ear.
“Please,” I begged as I started to grind against his hand, trying to get the friction I so badly craved. “I need more.”
“Patience baby, I want to savour this moment.” His voice was heavy with lust as he added another finger. Picking up the pace a little, my breath was shallow as his fingers curled over the sweet spot. The familiar pressure was building. “I’m gonna have you screaming and begging for more all night, Phee.”
Dipping his head, he sucked in my right nipple. Arching off the wall, I continued to grind against his hand as he rolled his tongue over my nipple and then dragged his teeth over it, before moving to the other side and repeating. The overload of sensations caused me to swan dive over the edge, coming hard.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Phee,” Stryker growled against my lips, removing his fingers from my pussy, bringing them up and running them over my lips before sticking them in his own mouth and sucking them clean. “Mmmm, I will never get enough of that taste.”
The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps all over as he started to explore my mouth. I’d fucking missed this. The hand holding mine tightened as I felt his hard erection rub against my swollen clit. His breathing was heavy as he released my hands, running his own down my body, an excited yelp leaving me as he reached around my legs and picked me up. Wrapping them around his waist, he carried me out of the shower and placed me on the vanity before dropping down.
His nose softly tickled the inside of my thigh as he slowly teased his way to my pussy, like a hungry lion playing with its prey. I bucked against his face as his tongue ran through my soaking folds.
“Oh God,” my body screamed for more as he started to eat my pussy like it was his last meal. Fisting his hair, I ground against his face. “Yes, fuck, just like that.”
Licking and sucking, nipping at my clit, he pushed a finger back in. With every stroke of his tongue, chills ran through my body. Using both fingers and tongue to push me over again, free falling into a colourful abyss as the pressure exploded. Growling into my pussy, he continued his assault on my clit, sending me soaring once again.
Standing, Stryker wrapped me in his warm embrace, kissing me hard, the musky taste of my orgasm fresh on his lips, teasing me with his cock. Tired of waiting, I angled my hips, and the tip of his cock slipped beneath my folds. In an instant, Stryker's restraint snapped, and he thrust forward, hard, until he was fully sheathed.
Electricity jolted through me as I felt each run of his ladder rubbing against my inner walls. It was a mix of both pleasure and pain as he momentarily stilled, waiting for me as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.
