“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!” she carols.
Both of us are sweating, mouths opened, her nails biting into the skin on my shoulders, and with a few more pumps, she falls apart. Her pussy strangling my cock so tightly I cry out in pleasure and come alongside her as she latches her teeth onto my shoulder and bites down. Hard. As I shoot hot ropes of thick cum inside her. Coating every inch of her walls with my seed.
Owning her.
Claiming her.
Loving her.
Tears well in my eyes, because I know… that within the next few hours… I’m only going to lose her again.
We’ve been laying here, naked and wrapped up in my black, silk bedsheets for what feels like forever. Neither of us talking. Just the simple sounds of our breathing and matching heartbeats filling the space around us. Heather’s head rests on my chest as she snuggles into me. One leg draped over my waist while she circles her index finger around my nipple.
I haven’t closed my eyes since we stopped fucking for the third time, and that only happened when she told me she was getting sore. Pain isn’t something Ieverwant her to feel with me, but at the same time it’s not my fault I can’t keep my hands off of her.
She shouldn’t be so addictive.
When I told her Patrick was the one driving the car, she couldn’t believe it at first because they were always friends in school. She never thought he would be the type of person to hurt someone and then just drive off, leaving them to die alone and in pain.
How do I know this, you ask?
Because the night I found her by the side of the road, she said two things to me.
“Four.”
“Black… Pontiac.”
And it was then that I knew Patrick and his little football buddies were the ones who hurt her, because nobody in this town drives a car like that… except them. When I woke up the next day, having to relive it as though it was just some stupid dream, something stuck in the back of my head. So I watched her, for the entire day. She never called me, texted, or even came to my house. It was like I didn’t exist to her.
So I stayed on her tail, and the moment I watched Patrick’s car hit her, I had to relive all those emotions from the night I initially found her. Only this time… I knew exactly who was responsible.
“What do we do now?” Heather asks softly.
“The drugs I slipped into their private keg should be working any minute now.”
“You drugged them?” she asks, snapping her head in my direction, and all I do is nod.
“I did. For you.”
Nobody touches the Gamma Nu brothers’ beer apart from them. I know this because the one time I caught a freshman at a party doing it, they stripped him naked and threw things at him the whole night. It was only when I stepped up that they stopped. Why I stayed living with those four pieces of shit is beyond me. I should’ve just gone home and distanced myself from my father’s legacy.
But no… he said I had to, so I did.
If only to keep him happy and his bullshit as far away from me and my mother as possible.
I’m exactly like my mother. Which was something he hated most.
“I want them to hurt,” she deadpans, and I stare into her beautiful amber-coloured eyes as they gaze back at me with hope. “I want their last moments to be as painful as possible.”
I tickle her back gently and smile. “As you wish,” I whisper softly, and she smiles wide.
“I want to be the one to do it.” She bites the corner of her lip, waiting for me to tell her it’s okay. Through the entire time we were together she had only ever killed her father. Me? I have more kills under my belt than she could ever imagine, but I can’t deny her this. I can’t take this away from her.
She needs this.
We both do.
I brush a loose curl from her temple and tuck it behind her ear. Loving her even more for wanting to punish them herself. For taking back her power—even if it’s just for tonight—and it will be a glorious sight to see. Her eyes glisten as the moonlight shines through the small gap in the curtains directly behind the bed we lay on. “You” —I kiss her forehead— “can do whatever you want.”
