She stands up straighter as she leaves Matteo’s grip, and I watch as his hand falls to his side and makes a fist, wanting to go with her but stopping himself. Clover walks to the front door, where the ornate rug in the foyer is doused in gasoline. The flame lighting her way to her rebirth.
In one swoop, she throws the Zippo, and we all watch as it lands on the rug, engulfed by flames in seconds. She stands at the threshold; the fire spreads as it catches pools of gasolineon the floor, getting fed its accelerant to keep going. To eat and destroy this house of horror.
We don’t leave until the house is ablaze; we're sure there is no saving it.
Clover stands outside the truck the whole time, watching.
When Rowan did the same to the frat, I swear I saw a black darkness lift from her—dispelling the trauma she was holding onto, releasing it to the place it deserved to forever be at.
Clover turns toward us, her eyes glistening from unshed tears, nods her head as we all leave the house to fall to ash.
Parting our way as we get back to the funeral home, I watch as Matteo carries Clover down the hallway and away from prying eyes.
I peek into Damian’s room, and he’s sound asleep, his monitors tracking his heart rate. I let the door shut soundlessly behind me before making my way to my woman.
I can’t get to my room fast enough. Entering the bedroom, she’s the first thing I spot, splayed out on her stomach, sound asleep. The blanket is half hastily lying on her, giving me a glimpse of her body.
I stand there, taking her in. She’s beautiful. Rowan is everything I never knew I needed. I never thought about my future because in my line of work, you never know if you’ll have a tomorrow, but Rowan made me think about the days ahead. She’s given me a purpose other than revenge. I know I’ll never live a normal life, but with Rowan by my side, that’s okay.
Toeing off my boots, I undress at the end of the bed, letting my shoulder holster and clothing fall into a heap. Standing naked, I walk to the side of the bed, panning down to her. Hermouth is ajar. I trace my finger down her cheek, to her neck, and softly pull her spaghetti strap nightshirt down her shoulder. Bending, I kiss her lips, letting my tongue enter her open mouth, my hand continues its travels down her body, to her ass cheek, squeezing it. She moves her body, little movements, while her lips kiss mine back, her body waking up. I watch as her eyes slowly slit open, and she moans into my mouth as she turns from her stomach to her back, spreading her legs open, the cover falling off her.
Climbing in between them, my favorite spot, my dick is already hard as my tip pushes against her clit. My girl doesn’t wear panties when she sleeps. Says she feels constricted. I feel that.
Moaning, her sleepy eyes look me over, “You smell like fire.” She announces as she pushes herself harder toward me. Her sleepy voice reaches my ears.
“It’s all ash now.” I groan out to her as she moves herself under me, rubbing my dick between her split, her wetness coating my shaft. “Fuck, baby,” I praise her.
“Fuck me, Luca.” Her voice is filled with need, but she doesn’t need to say it again. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, lining up to her entrance, and sinking into my favorite spot. Her warmth engulfs me as her ridges massage my dick as I move inside her. Her body welcomes me as it stretches to allow me in.
“Oh, God,” she pants out as I sink further inside her.
Looking down on her, I watch as her eyes close as she bites her bottom lip, trying to stifle herself from being loud.
Picking up my tempo, I know the moment I hit her G-spot, when her hands come to my ass to push me in deeper.
“Fuck, I love you. You’re so wet for me, Killer. I want you to cum on my dick,” I beg in a growl as I take her leg and raise it, letting me fuck her harder. My balls slapping against her ass, thesounds of our moaning, her wetness fills the room. Our scents engulf us.
I can feel my balls tightening as her pussy becomes too much. “Come for me, baby.”
With a few more pumps, I can feel her pussy contracting, squeezing me, and I pound her harder.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” she praises me as we both come, my movements becoming jerky and slow as her tight pussy milks me of my cum.
Leaning down, I kiss her deeply, tasting her minty toothpaste before climbing from her. My dick bobs, still hard, as I make my way into the restroom and grab her a rag. I’m never satiated when it comes to Rowan. She is my drug, and I always want more.
Climbing back into bed naked and sleepy, I place the rag between her legs before pulling her to my chest, where I wrap myself around her, falling asleep.
Chapter Seven
Rowan
Damian has been back for a week, and he’s slowly becoming stronger. On top of having to heal his gunshot wound, he also needs his energy back to normal. It’s a slow but steady progression.
Soleil left a few days ago. She snuck out in the middle of the night. No words, she just left.
Clover is slowly coming out of her shell around me. We’ve been able to have a few conversations, but nothing too heavy. I want to tell her she isn’t alone, but I also want to give her space and let her heal in her own time, so we can just have normal conversations, like two normal people, when we're anything but.
Knowing whose family she came from, she’s nothing like them. Where Catherine is loud and wants attention, Clover is meek and quiet. I watch the way Matteo treats her. He’s slow and patient, letting her always know she’s the one in control. Seeing Matteo in a different light is something else. I met this scary Italian man, but now he smiles more and laughs louder. His missing puzzle piece is back in its place.
