CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I had always said Tatum Huntington was worth saving… even if it killed us both.
I stared at her now as she slept, letting my gaze follow the curve of her body, the dip in her waist and the swell of her breasts, and I knew I would risk it all over again. For her.
It was easy to get inside The Grove. Chandler made one phone call to a high-ranking military guy he’d sold some illegal weapons to, and the plan was set in motion. The minute they’d carried Tatum to the boat I’d hijacked, my stomach sank. She’d looked so pale, so lifeless. All of the fire that burned inside of her every time she was with me had dulled to flickering embers. It took all my strength not to just fucking kill them all, then take her home right then and there. But we had a plan, and none of it would work if I didn’t follow it to the very last detail. The fact that Khalid got in the way was a bonus—for me. I’d been wanting to gut him like a fish since I was eighteen years old.
I didn’t ask Chandler about the people who took our place on the plane, and he didn’t offer. That was a conversation better left unspoken.
I even thanked Lincoln for playing his part, which mostly included beating the shit out of the actual hooded boat guardians, so we could take their place. I think the sadistic fuck even enjoyed it.
Tatum and I were on a boat now, just off the coast near her Hampton house. I had one more thing to take care of before we left for the island, and I wanted to give her time to say goodbye to the life she’d built here. She’d crept into the house during the night and grabbed some of her things, although not enough to bring attention to the fact that she’d been there.
She looked so peaceful while she slept. Everything quieted inside me when I was with her like this—everything exceptthatmonster, the one that wanted to make her scream.
I held the dildo in my hand, the one she didn’t know I watched her grab from her house, the one I’d had made from a mold of my own cock, the one I’d had a second dick made to match. She stirred when I trailed the head of one of them down the front of her body, between her breasts and over her stomach. I tugged the covers down and dragged it across her clit. She lifted her hips off the bed, urging me to press harder. Her body writhed as her eyes fluttered open. She let out a soft moan and licked her lips.
The monster roared. I wanted to be greedy. I wanted to taste her too.
Need—raw and primal—ripped its way out of me. I moved up and pulled her lip between my teeth, biting down until she cried out. Her hands grabbed my hair, trying to pull my head back. My tongue swept over her lip, tasting her blood where I’d just bitten her.
I slid the dildo up the center of her pussy, between the smooth lips. She was so fucking wet already.
Her body rolled and bucked against me.
She wanted to be fucked just as badly as I needed to fuck her.
I grabbed her wrists and brought her hand to the rubber cock. “You’re going to fuck yourself with this while I fuck your sweet mouth.” I pushed the head inside to make my point.
Her hand replaced mine, and I knew the moment she slid it in deeper because her lips parted in a gasp. She sat up, propping herself up against the headboard.
I grabbed the second dildo from beside the bed. “I’m going to fill all three of your tight little holes.”
She hummed her approval, arching her back in a bow. Fuck, she was dirty. Filthy. And I was hypnotized, knowing I’d made her that way. I’d been prepping her for this moment for weeks—testing her limits with my fingers and butt plugs. And she fucking took it. She craved it.
My lips curved in a smile. “You like that, don’t you? You want me everywhere.”
She didn’t answer.
I wasn’t asking.
I dropped the rubber dick on the bed, then got up on my knees and twisted her hair around one hand while stroking my dick with the other. I leaned forward, tracing the seam of her lips, smearing her blood over the head of my cock.
She licked my tip, and my thighs clenched. Fuck.
Her mouth opened, letting me ease inside. She flattened her tongue, and I gripped her hair tighter.
“Take it all,” I said as I held her head still and pushed all the way to the back of her throat, slow at first, easy strokes as her mouth stretched wide and her cheeks hollowed.
Her hips rocked below me, restless and needy. Her tongue curled under my dick, and I tipped my head back. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t see straight. My body was a livewire of tension and adrenaline.
My.
God.
I moved faster, thrust harder, holding nothing back. Tears sprang from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Saliva dripped down her chin. I hit the back of her throat with a forceful thrust, making her gag.Relax or choke, sweetheart. I’m not stopping.
God, she was fucking beautiful like this.