“I know you don’t fucking trust me, but I’ve already clawed my way out of Hell, princess. I’ll gladly plunge back into its fiery depths for you. I’ll give you whatever you fucking want, just ask for it and it’s yours.” I promise her. She drives me mad, but I mean every word. If she asked me to jump off a cliff right now, I’d fucking do it.
“You’re going to come for me, understand?” I say directly in her ear, biting down on her lobe as I piston my hips. Her legs shake as she fucks my length. “You’re going to come, and you’re going to know it was me that made you feel so fucking good.”
She lets out a sob as I feel her clench around me. “That’s it. Be a good fucking girl and come on my cock.”
Salem lets out a cry as she comes around me, dripping down my balls. The sensation racks throughout my body and I follow her orgasm, the pleasure shooting out of me as I slump over her.
I let go of her legs and she shakes uncontrollably, grabbing her clothes to cover herself up.
I watch as she angrily dresses, shoving her coat back on, picking up her headband that fell off sometime while I was slamming her up against the tree.
“Fuck you, Emmet.”
“You just did.” I smirk, pulling up my pants.
It’s completely dark now, and I notice Salem pulls out a flashlight, illuminating the forest around us. As she sweeps the light, I note how fucking close we are to a cliff. If she had run any farther, she would have plummeted off the side. She gulps realizing the same thing.
“Come on, let’s go back.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” She says, shoving past me.
“Too bad. We live at the same house.” I say, following close behind her.
She manages to find the path back to the house and stomps off. I let her have a bit of space, chuckling to myself.
“This doesn’t mean anything.” She calls out over her shoulder at me.
“If you say so.” I call back.
What a fucking night.
ChapterFifty-Nine
SALEM
SONG: CHASING CARS BY TOMMEE PROFITT, FLEURIE
Irun into my room and see Walker on my bed, strumming the guitar.
“What happened?” He asks, immediately putting down the guitar and rushing to me.
“I… I just. Fuck! I let Emmet fuck me while I was out in the woods. I don’t even know what happened.” I sniffle, feeling so fucking confused.
“Did he hurt you?” He asks, cradling my cheek.
I shake my head no.
“Did you want it?” He asks, his words barely a whisper.
“I think I did.” I manage to say, looking up into his whiskey-colored eyes.
He put his forehead down onto mine. “If that’s what you want, I’ll support you,” he says, “If it makes you happy, I’ll find a way to be okay with it.”
“I don’t know what I want. I feel… confused. I kept telling him I hate him, while he fucked me against a tree.”
Walker grabs my hands, about to say something, when a knock comes at the door.
I turn to open it and find Emmet standing at the other side. “Can I come in, please?” He asks.
