I clenched my hand on her waist and dragged her bottom higher into the air as I settled more on my knees. Yanking her head up while still holding her hair, I kept her suspended as I roughly fucked her.
A snarl tore out of me as pleasure licked up my spine and my balls tightened. One more thrust, and I spilled more of my cum into her womb. Some seeped past my fat length and down my sack. I released Emma’s hair, and she fell forward, her face burrowing into the pillow. Still holding her hips, I fucked her with more force for good measure, pushing my load deep into her. Her body accepted my roughness, which confused me. How could she survive my demonic side when she’d almost died from the car accident?
More of my cum spurted into her until I couldn’t come anymore. Pulling out of her, I released her hips and panted as I stared down at her raised ass, her pussy pulsing and my seed oozing down the insides of her thighs.
“Better,”my demon purred.“Much better.”
The change reversed, my nails became blunt, and my canines returned to their normal size. I gazed at the beautiful sight before me for a second longer before I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. I refused to do the same for Emma because I wanted her to smell like me. The asshole side of me needed to leave my mark inside her, not caring if she figured out that we had fucked.
* * *
I sat in my home office, watching my computer screen. Finding the camera feed from the evening of the car accident took little effort. My vehicle rolled past one camera, and I clicked onto the next one. We stopped at the red light until it turned green, then the tires spun as they tried to gain traction. Squinting my eyes, I caught the truck’s headlights coming from behind while we slowly made our way through the intersection. The truck slammed into my much smaller vehicle. At the same time, another car barreled through the blinding snow and slammed into Emma’s side.
My fingers curled into my palms, forming a tight fist as I watched my car flip three times. My heart nearly lurched out of my chest as I caught a glimpse of Emma flying out the windshield and landing in the snow twenty feet away from my mangled vehicle. The person who hit Emma’s side drove around the wreck and fled.
I clicked on the next camera, looking for a clear image of the license plate, but the falling snow obscured the plate. I returned to the screen that showed a blurry Emma lying in the snow, turning it red with her blood. Narrowing my eyes, I noticed someone walking toward her, but I couldn’t make out any defining characteristics. They didn’t look like the woman who had told me to calm down and not touch Emma when I tried gathering her in my arms. This person wore different clothes and had their coat’s hood up to protect them from the weather.
Soft footsteps came down the hallway, and a knock sounded outside my office door.
“Enter,” I said through clenched teeth.
The door eased open, and Emma poked her head through the crack. Her kind eyes landed on me, and a small smile formed on her face. She stepped into the spacious room and tucked her hands behind her, most likely lacing her fingers—it was one of her habits when she was feeling shy and uncertain about something.
“There you are, Mr. Volkov.” She graced me with one of her kind smiles.
That one little greeting nearly brought me to my knees. How she looked at me made it seem like she remembered everything about us. The shadows in her eyes and the lost spark she once had told me she still didn’t have her memories, but she still gazed at me with her sweet smile. Was there ever a time she got upset or angry?
A muscle jumped in my jaw.
Ah, yes. There was that one time in the bookstore when she became upset with me. My cock twitched, and the need to make her angry again became almost too much to resist. I wanted her to take it out on me once more.
“Can I help you, Ms. Hayes?” I looked back at the computer screen and clicked another box to better see the car that had fled the scene. I intended to find the person who hit us and ran off like the coward they were. The police had done nothing, and they hadn’t found them either. It’d been weeks, and they couldn’t do their fucking job.
“I just wanted to come in and apologize about last night,” Emma said.
I turned my gaze to her and narrowed my eyes. “Why?”
Her cheeks brightened into a soft shade of pink. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she averted her gaze, biting her bottom lip. “Well, I ruined your phone, flooded the bathroom, and threw your toaster into the sink.” She tucked a lock of wavy hair behind her ear. “I didn’t, didn’t mean to. I can repay you for all the—”
“I don’t want your money,” I said.
She tensed and her gaze snapped back to me. “But, but—”
My demon growled inside my head, a warning directed at me.
“I have more than enough money to replace everything,” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.
Emma opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say. She blinked a few times before she whispered, “You’re not upset with me?”
“Why would I be upset? You had no control over what happened last night.” I tilted my head, furrowing my eyebrows as a multitude of emotions filtered across her face. Surprise, sadness, happiness, then back to surprise before settling on happiness, because that was what she was. Emma had always been positive and happy, even though life dealt her a bad hand of cards. Having schizophrenia wasn’t easy, but she made it look like it was. I’d witnessed how people treated her once they knew she had this mental illness, and to say I was shocked was an understatement. Though she’d faced even more struggles over the last few months, she didn’t show her frustration to the world.
We all have a hell, sunshine. But we all have a heaven, too, and you’re it.
“Look who’s getting soft,”my demon cackled.”I want out. Let me be with her.”
“No,”I replied in my mind, blocking his attempts to break through the surface.
“You know about my mental illness?” Emma asked, suddenly shy and even embarrassed.
