Page 49 of Severed Roots


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I lost all sensation in my arms where he’d pinned them like prisoners to the cool metal beneath my back. When I turned my head, the car shone gold reflecting the fires that were blazing behind us wildly. Despite it being the middle of winter, sweat rolled down my forehead. Everywhere Rupert touched me flared. We were both burning up in the heat of the flames.

“We should… move,” I stuttered between thrusts.

“No,” he growled. “I want you here, now. On the bonnet of my car. Right in the heart of this triumph and destruction.”

Triumph and destruction.

The second the words left his lips I realised what this was. I was triumphant. Rupert was mine and I was his. But to get here we had to destroy each other. And that’s exactly what we’d done. We’d destroyed each other until we were the only ones who knew how to put the other back together. Our pasts, presents and futures were entwined now, like the vines that wrapped around Blackcap Hall.

My core throbbed, every muscle coiling like a spring. “I’m going to come.”

“I know,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re strangling my cock.”

He released my hands and somehow, I managed to drag them, bloodless, to his face. “Make me come.”

He shifted his hands to my bottom and moved me a fraction, angling the crown of his cock even deeper. “There it is,” he said, a smile tweaking one corner of his mouth.

My head fell backwards with a desperate cry.

“Come, baby,” he crooned.

Speech was obliterated by a white heat that pulsed through my core and I shook violently in his arms.

“I’m going to come so damn hard,” he gasped, impaling me on his thick length.

I clung to him, our sweat binding us as he roared a string of curses into the night.

I continued to tremble as he held himself in the heart of my insides. He gripped my jelly-like legs around him as I caught my breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned in my ear.

I looked past his shoulder to the raging fires and pressed a satisfied kiss to his neck.

“Is there any chance at all that the red tops will survive this?” I murmured into his skin.

He twisted to look over his shoulder, following my gaze to the burning ground. “No. Not a chance.”

His voice felt dull.

“Are you sad?” I asked.

He didn’t answer straight away but we were one now; I had no reason to suspect he would ever keep things from me again.

“I’m not sad they’ve gone, no,” he said, then a few more seconds passed. “I’m just sad that a huge part of my life is over.”

I bristled beneath him and he sensed it, whipping his head back and pouring his black irises into my blue ones. “Not sad in the way you might think,” he rushed out. “I’m sad that everything I once knew is over.”

“It never began,” I reminded him. “It was all a mirage. None of it was real.”

He nodded a fraction. “And now I have nothing to hold on to, only you, and Hector.”

I pressed my palms to his face. “You’re going to be just fine, Rupert. You are so talented and intelligent and brave and charismatic; you will forge your own path. Be thankful you have the opportunity. Imagine what your life would be like if Adele had never uncovered your true origins. I would never have returned. You’d still be married to Elspeth. And you’d still be trying to fight your family. At least this way the anger has fuelled you to end it all with no regrets. It’s exactly what you need.” I quirked a smile and tugged his face towards mine. “And what’s more, you get me too. And I would say that’s quite the consolation prize.”

His face narrowed. “Don’t ever refer to yourself as the consolation prize again, do you hear? You are a fucking Oscar – the sort of award you get where you spend the rest of your life feeling as though there’s been a mistake, you were never worthy of it, and it should have been given to Meryl Streep after all.”

I looked sidelong at him. “You’re fucking crazy.”

He leaned forward and bit my nose. “You make me fucking crazy,” he groaned. Then he pressed his arms into the bonnet of the car, lifting his body up high so I could see the outline of every muscle through the thin cotton of his shirt illuminated by the fire. “We should get out of here before anyone sees us.”

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