He’s the biggest of all the guys, and I can’t take him all the way in my mouth without triggering my gag reflex, but I stretch my mouth and take as much of him as I can, fisting the base of his cock as he rolls his hips, thrusting savagely into my mouth.
He winds my hair around his hand, using it to control his movements, as he yanks my head back a little, angling his hips and shoving deeper into my mouth. Tears leak from my eyes, and I graze my teeth along his length. He hisses, yanking my hair harder, and stinging pain rips across my scalp. My panties are soaked, and my core pulses with need as he continues to fuck my mouth with abandon. His face is contorted in angry slashes, and he’s lost to the moment as he violently thrusts in and out.
Without warning, he pulls me up by my hair, slinging me over his shoulder and slapping my ass. Liquid desire leaks from my pussy, and I moan while admiring his fine ass from this upside-down angle. He drops me on the table, pushing me down by my chest, and my head thuds off the hardwood, but I barely register the pain because my entire body is on fire and all I can think about is having his cock buried deep inside me.
He pulls my sneakers off and rips my leggings down my legs. I remove my hoodie and T-shirt as he whips his shirt over his head.
The bruises on his torso are faded, but I’m guessing he’s still in pain. Yet I don’t question it.
He needs this, and he’ll fuck through his pain.
Forcing my legs apart, he shoves his face between the apex of my thighs, and his tongue plunges into my heat while he pushes two fingers into my ass.
“Fuck!” I squirm on the table as scorching-hot flames lick at my skin and charge every nerve ending in my body. I’m lost to sensation as he works my body like a pro.
Grabbing his hair, I jerk my hips up as he eats me out, and I’m drowning in a sea of bliss, dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain. His fingers are rough in my ass, his tongue fierce, as he brings me to orgasm in record time. I’m screaming out his name as he flips me over, my hips banging painfully against the edge of the table, with stars still blurring my vision when he thrusts inside my cunt without warning.
I cry out as he fucks me without restraint, slamming into me so deep it feels like he’s invading my womb. His fingers dig into my hips and the top of my ass as he ruts into me like an out-of-control, wild savage.
And I am seriously fucked in the head, because I fucking love it.
“Harder,” I demand, gripping the edge of the table for support.
He lays his whole body down on top of me, pressing me into the table as his cock pounds in and out of my pussy. He bites my earlobe before trailing his teeth up and down my neck. He sucks and bites, and I cry out as a second climax crashes over me from nowhere. His hands wrap around my throat from behind, and he squeezes. “You like pain,” he grits out. “And I’ve got plenty of that to go around.”
When it feels like I might pass out from lack of oxygen and the crushing weight of his body, he eases off me, his hands gliding more gently down my back. “Fucking beautiful,” he rasps, viciously jamming his cock inside me, while moving his fingers around to the front of my body, finding my clit and rubbing it hard. “My beautiful avenging angel.” He bites my lower back, right where my ink covers the logo I hate so much. “We are going to destroy the world together.”
“Damn fucking straight,” I rasp just as he roars out his release, spilling inside me, branding me for eternity.
We stay like that for a couple minutes, and the only sound in the kitchen is our joint ragged breathing. His hands roam my back, his fingers exploring the tattoo covering my skin.
“He’s fucking dead,” he says in a low tone, pulling out of me and helping me to straighten up.
I prop my butt against the table, watching as he walks to the hallway to retrieve his sweatpants. He snatches my clothes off the floor, along with this T-shirt, and hands them to me. “You can’t go after him now,” I say as I dress, watching him closely. Our angry fuck has only sliced the corners off his fury. “It needs to be planned.”
He slams his bloodied fist on the table. “How the fuck do you expect me to look at that fucking bastard without wanting to kill him?” He shakes his head. “I can’t do it.”
I slide off the table and grab his cheeks in my hands. “You can, and you will.”
“Fuck off, Lo. He was my father!” He pushes me away.
“He murdered mine too!” I yell. “And he’s playing some sick game with Mom and me, just like he’s doing to you and your mom. He kidnapped and tortured me, and I have to live with him!”
I reclaim the distance, placing my hands on his chest. “I hate him so much, Galen, and I cannot bear to look at his face, but I withstand it because I know he’s a smart fucker and he’s not killing any more Westbrooks.” I press a hard kiss to his lips. “Or Lennoxes,” I add in a softer tone. “I know you’re hurting. That you want him to pay, and he will. But we’ve got to be smart about this.”
“This will fuck with Saint’s head too,” he admits, pulling me in closer, and I’m relieved to see him regaining his control.
“Undoubtedly.”
Racing footsteps greet us from the hallway, and we turn in time to witness a frantic Alisha bounding through the door. “You need to get out of here!” she screeches. “They’re coming!” She shoves us toward the door at the far end of the kitchen, thrusting the Lexus keys at Galen. “You can’t be here. You’re not supposed to know about this. He’ll kill us all.” She glances over her shoulder, shrieking as the glare from multiple headlights filters through the kitchen window. Tears stream down her face. “Go, please. Take Harlow to safety.”
That snaps Galen out of it. “What’s going on?”
“No time to explain.” She continues pushing us. “Use the back entrance to leave so they don’t see you.”
“What about you?” I ask.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll crawl back into bed, and they won’t come near me. They never do anymore.”
“Mom.” Galen’s voice cracks.
“I know, son. We’ll talk again. Soon.” She stretches up, kissing his cheek. “I love you so much, honey, and I need you to be safe, or else, it’s all been for nothing!” Her voice elevates a few notches again. She gives us another push. “So, go!”
I grab Galen’s arm, and we run out the side door as Alisha flees back out into the hallway. We race through the garage toward the SUV, and I thank our lucky stars Galen moved the car from the front of the house before we headed to bed. “Wait,” Galen whispers when we reach the Lexus. His eyes narrow, and I can almost see the wheels churning in his head.
My mind instantly syncs with his. “Good plan,” I say. “Let’s find out what they’re up to.”
He clasps my hand. “Keep behind me, and stay low. We can’t be spotted, so we’ll go around the back. There are no cameras there.”
I zip my hoodie up and creep out of the garage behind Galen. It’s still dark out as it’s the middle of the night, and the only illumination is the crescent moon high in the sky and the odd flickering outside light. We stay close to the wall, keeping our eyes and ears peeled, as we walk around the back of the property and past the empty pool and the pool house.