I rested the head of my cock inside her, my crown and foreskin nestled and warm, the muscles in my thighs and stomach straining and shaking from restraint. Fuck, I wanted to shove myself deeper, burrow in and make her scream my name in uncontrolled lust, cry out in joy.
“I need you to just do it,” she told me, writhing her hips to force me in. “Please, push it in all at once. Fill me up. Even if I scream. Keep going.”
My brow furrowed for a second, her words sticking out to me. “Vi…” I started, but drifted off when she clenched her inner muscles and made my eyes cross. I trusted her to tell me what she needed, believed her when she asked things of me. She knew her own body, knew how to claim it back. Wanted to use me to do so.
I’ve give her anything.
And this wasn’t much of a hardship.
So, without warning, I snapped my hips forward and filled her up all at once. She cried out, like I both craved and abhorred, her eyes wide, her spine bending from her shock at the sudden intrusion. Warmth squeezed around me, her walls spasming and clenching as I held myself still there for just a moment. But I remembered she wanted me to go hard. To take what I needed.
“Brace yourself,” I told her, holding her hips for leverage before pulling out and slamming back in, the slap of our sweaty skin echoing through the room. The back of her legs pressed against my stomach, flopping out either side of me, resting in the crook of my elbows. I fucked her hard, with determination to get us both there fast. No slowness, no tender explorations of our bodies. I fucked her until my heart was racing and my body was dripping with sweat, until I felt like an animal crouched over her, having my way.
She matched me, beat for beat, slamming her hips down to meet my own, crying out in pleasure and pain, overwhelmed by it like she wanted to be. I relished in her, falling forward and crowding over her to swallow up her cries, shoving my tongue into her mouth and fucking into it to match my cock in her pussy. Even when the motion folded her in half, her legs by her fucking shoulders, I didn’t stop. Sweat slicked our skin, stuck us together.
“Oh my god,” she cried through heavy breaths, gripping onto my body as I slammed into her. When my balls drew up, my cock aching and desperate to come, I flipped her, spinning her on my dick and forcing her onto her front, her ass in the air, her face pushed into the pillow.
Snaking a hand around her hips, I found her clit, crowding over her, curving myself over her to get deeper, to be touching everywhere possible. I needed to have all of her skin against mine, to feel her sweat, her pulse, her breath panting out. She was alive beneath me.
“Theo, please, I’m gonna—” She didn’t finish her sentence, the words turning garbled and whiny as she exploded, clenching and squeezing my cock, milking it with her muscles until I followed her over the edge too. We came together, just our baser needs, as we chased the last rungs of our orgasms. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her back, anywhere I could reach, I mouthed at, licked and sucked, pressed gentle lips against the healing wounds. I would never get enough of her. Nuzzled her, wanted to stay burrowed in her pussy even as my cock began to soften. My cum leaked out of her as it did, and I let it drip. Despite the urge to shove it back in, I let it drip from her, unwilling to do anything that might remind her of Rafe.
Violet sighed and wiggled free so my cock slipped out, then she rolled over, snorting a laugh when I refused to move, our bodies sliding together until she was on her back, staring up at me with glittering eyes.
“You’re amazing.” I nuzzled my nose to hers. “That was amazing.” I kissed her on the mouth, hard, urgent.
“I love you,” she told me, making me grin. Something stuttered behind her gaze, but I chose to ignore it, not ruin her moment. This incredible woman was healing.
“I love you too,” I told her, flopping down on the bed beside her. “And we have nowhere to be, so come here.” I held my arm open, and she slipped in with ease, her head settling on my chest, my hand on her waist. It was easy to forget what the world would think about this, how everyone outside of this room would admonish us for the way we felt about each other. I didn’t fucking care. No one mattered but her.
“Mm,” she sighed, kicking her legs out, stretching her muscles and rubbing her feet together and purring like a cat. “I might sleep for a week.”
She dozed off almost immediately, growing heavy against my body, limbs slack and mouth parted. I kissed her forehead and drifted off too, but not before making sure my gun was in arm’s reach.
I didn’t sleep long. In fact, within what felt like a few seconds of nodding off, I was startled awake by the burner phone calling out into the silent room. I gasped, my heart leaping out of my chest before I realized what it was. Where I was. Who was in my arms. Then I was wired. I hated myself for being so content, for letting myself sink into that deep a sleep when we had a world of assholes after us.
Gently lifting Violet off my arm, I chuckled when she let out a soft snore and rolled over, curling up and hugging into the duvet like it was a little cocoon. Seeing real contentment on her face made my previously anxious heart warm, and I was so tempted to ignore everything and climb back in with her. Whatever flickered behind her eyes before was gone for now. If I were able to give her that every day of her life, I would. However she needed me. Always.
But who the fuck had this number already? I’d grabbed this phone on the way out of the city from some back alley shop and had hardly fucking turned it on, just using it for the occasional internet search and for the maps app so we didn’t end up going in ridiculous circles. I snatched the phone up, pressing ignore on what must be a telemarketer calling about my car accident or some shit. But before I’d even put the phone back down, it was trilling out again.
“For fuck’s sake,” I said, answering it with a grunt, ready to give the fucker on the other end of the line an earful. “Leave me the—”
“Theo.” Christian’s voice halted me. He sounded tired, pissed off, but it was him. Of course, it was him. He could hack into anything, find anyone anywhere. And he was a nosy bastard. He might even have a camera on us now, somehow. I found myself wanting to look around for him, sneaking his beady eyes on me, but refrained. If he did have a camera in this room, he wouldn’t be calling me with anything but horror…
“Christian,” I said his name with relief, a little too loud. But Violet didn’t so much as flinch; she was so fast asleep, like it was the first time in months she’d been able to fully relax. Still, I stuck my feet in my shoes and stepped outside, shutting the door closed as softly as possible, refusing to disturb her. “What are you doing?”
Resting against the door, unwilling to go any further from her than there, I looked out into the parking lot. We were still one of the only cars here, and the sun was on its descent home, throwing rays and shadows across the perimeter. The slow glow of orange from the office across the way was kind of comforting. It had been a dim day, the sun behind the clouds for most of it, and now it was just getting duller. The mountainous landscape in the distance was pretty, but only made me feel smaller.
Christian laughed. “Wanted to check up on my buddy,” he said.
“Oh yeah, sure,” I said, but felt warmth for him leaking in - it never really left. He was the best part of my time in Chicago. He really did have a kind heart. Better than mine. He was the good of us, and though he knew what I did for a living, did something similar for his family, he hated it. I was unbothered by the act of murder, of ending the lives of those pathetic little shits running from their responsibilities, but it upset him. We helped each other out whenever it was needed.
We were silent for a moment before he asked, “How is she?”
More solemn, I considered Violet for an outsider. She was okay. She seemed to be doing well, considering all that had happened. And I thought about what she’d told me, about how she wanted to kill them all. That lease, that drive and ambition, was pushing her along. Giving her a place to fight, a thing to fight when she couldn’t go right to Rafe. She can’t change what he did to her, that will be deep-rooted in her soul for eternity, but she can change what’s to come, mold the future without Rafe in it. Heal herself.
“She’s… asleep,” I replied, wincing, knowing he wouldn’t accept that. He’d been there through the darkest moments, helping me hunt her down when she went missing on the cameras. I suspect he watched me enter that cabin, then minutes later drag her out, beaten and unconscious. So I gave him more. “Healing up, Christian. Thanks to your help.”
“I only did what was right.”
