Page 79 of The Devil of Hollywood

She obeyed, and there was only the slightest resistance as I led her into the bedroom. Elec was by the door, standing next to the doctor we’d seen before. Marian looked over, but I quickly angled her face up to look at me.

“They’re not here. It’s just us.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It will be.”

I walked over, pulling back the blankets and laying out the towel. Marian shifted nervously but kept her gaze on me as I unbuckled my belt, letting it hang open.

“Lay on the bed.”

Nervously, she nodded, climbing on and pulling the dress up as she adjusted herself on the towel. I pulled back the covers even more, unfastening my pants and letting them fall to the floor. I had nothing to hide, and I didn’t give a fuck who was here. I was back to focusing on Marian. Trying to figure out what was best for her, despite there was still the part of me that was fighting against the love and hate that came at knowing she wasn’t guilty anymore. Time. Time. So much was stolen from us. Where would we have been in our lives had her mother not ruined everything? Would we have kids by now? How old would they be? How strong could our love have grown after all those years?

Climbing over, I eased her legs wider as I rested inches above. Tears were already racing down her face, and I hadn’t even touched her yet.

“Keep your eyes on me.” I reached down, letting my fingers trace her inner thigh. I didn’t move closer, I just caressed, letting her get used to my touch. “I’m going to walk you through this. I’ll tell you everything I’m going to do before I do it. Okay?”

“Yes.”

Marian sniffled, and I brought my hand closer. More, she shook, and her teeth started chattering again.

“I’m going to touch you. Before you try to argue, don’t.”

Her body stiffened beneath me, but Marian didn’t say anything. Her stare shot to the ceiling, and she momentarily held her breath as I moved my hand closer. I took my time, letting my touch linger and last. When I finally reached her pussy, Marian let out a small sound. She shifted, swallowing hard as my fingers traced down the center of her slit. She was so wet. Blood. Arousal. I didn’t know nor did I care as I kept my attention on her expressions and began moving into a slow rhythm.

“Look at me.”

Green eyes lowered to mine, and I added the slightest bit of pressure. Marian began to move against me, letting her mouth open as her breaths turned even heavier. The sight was a knife and a dream twisting into who I was.

“There we go. Keep watching me.” I moved in even closer, feeling the fire on my stomach scream as I shifted, easing a finger inside of her.

“Drayton.”

“I should have told you I was going to do that. I…” Green was pulling me in. Stealing me from sanity. Her eyes. There was always something about her eyes… “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She sniffled. “I—Can you come closer?” Her lids squeezed shut for a moment, and when they opened, more tears left her. “If you could—You don’t have to but, if you could kiss me again, maybe⁠—"

I was already lowering, hungrily moving my lips into hers. I eased my finger free, massaging into her pussy before I dipped it back in deep.

“Two fingers.”

Marian moaned as I captured her mouth again, arching as I slowly slid my digits deep inside her. A small whimper sounded, but it didn’t stop her from reaching her arms up to wrap around my neck to pull me closer. Slowly, I thrust, cursing as I broke from her lips.

I was so hard. So fucking ready for something I’d spent a damn decade fantasizing about. Love and hate were haunting me. Goading me. Her condition gave me the easy way out of my guilt, but I couldn’t escape the feeling as if I’d been cheated in my revenge. Not to her, anymore, but to Melissa. To circumstance. I tried not to think about that as I withdrew my fingers, grabbing my cock. With the pre-cum dripping from me and the blood I knew was all over my fingers, I stroked my length, internally cursing the part of me that could have come on the spot.

“I’m going to be easy. Slow.”

“Alright. Just…Just⁠—”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“It… can hurt. It can hurt.”

I squinted through the nagging that picked at my brain. I lowered even more, capturing her mouth as thoughts swarmed. I pushed the head of my cock into her entrance, refusing to go further as I held to my length, fisting and trying to eliminate the pleasure so I could think.

… can hurt. Can…

“Afterward—” I withdrew, easing a little more into her. “After me—How many people have you been with?”