However, the darkness inside her four years ago was now vaster than it had been. The flaw in her faith was now as visible as the tiny green flecks in the depths of her striking blue eyes, the story written with her soul still left its ugly words in her heart.
I knew her past was as dark as mine, and whether it was that that gave us a connection or not, I couldn’t say, but we did have that connection, something inside us that called to the other to be fed.
Taking my hard cock in my hand I loosely curled my fingers and closed my eyes. Visions and feelings of her soft body beneath mine always gave me short but sweet release. The echo of her soft moans in my ears and the taste of her lips against mine were a memory that would never subside. It was always there in the recesses of my mind when I called for it.
My fist clenched harder when my imagination took the memories onto a new path; a dark and sinister path that made a low growl of need rattle my chest. The echo of Kloe’s moans turned to soft cries when I flipped her over in my mind, her tight ass begging for my attention.
As I pictured pushing her knees up and forcing my fingers into her tight, unused hole I started to stroke harder and faster, my cock throbbing in need. Kloe writhed around, the ropes tying her down making her efforts fruitless. A broken sob ripped from her, the sound of it making the cum shoot from my balls and coat my stomach before I could cool the thrill and prolong my dream. Dream? Maybe a fast approaching certainty would be a better term.
Because Kloe would soon writhe in those ropes. Her arse would soon be full of my fingers, my cock, my tongue, and maybe some other object that took my fancy in the moment. Her body would soon be etched with the same scars she left branded on my heart. And her pale skin would soon be coated in the deep red crimson of her own blood. But more importantly, she would soon beg for mercy under the rule of my torment. Because she owed me that much. For four years she had chained these dark and sinister cravings inside me, kept me locked in the horrors of my own pain, a pain she had created. She had lied; promised me and then taken away that promise. She had left me fearing the shadows of my own dreams, taken the last shred of faith I’d had in myself and flushed it away. And nothing would pacify those terrors that she had created, not until she was as broken as I was.
My phone rang and I glanced at the clock, the late hour making me frown. The hairs on the nape of my neck stood to attention when Kloe’s name flashed across my screen.
“Kloe?”
“Anderson?” she choked out, making me shoot upright, my gut clenching at the fear in her voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“What’s happened?”
“Uhh, Red woke me up barking.” Fear trickled through me as she struggled to talk. I was already cleaning up and pulling on my jeans as she stuttered into the phone. “I went to look and someone has smashed the back window.”
“Are you okay?” I barked abruptly, putting her on speaker so I could yank a t-shirt over my head.
“Yeah, I think Red scared them off.”
“Okay, I’m on my way. Do not open the door to anyone but me.” She must have nodded because she didn’t answer me. “Kloe?”
“Yeah… Yes. Okay.”
“Don’t worry, Red won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”
The silence indicated that she nodded again.
“You’ll be fine. I’m on my way.”
Ending the call, I yanked on my shoes and snatched up my keys. Whoever this fucker was he was going to die very soon. And it wouldn’t be a quick death. I hadn’t waited four years for someone else to take her from me. Kloe’s life was now accountable to me; it was my decision when she took her last breath. And no cunt was going to take that from me.
“DID YOU INFORM THE POLICE of Dave’s death?” Anderson asked as soon as I opened the door to him and he walked in with his cocky swagger, that invasive stare directed on my eyes so he could see the truth. Anderson relied on his instincts more than most. Watching people’s body language, their expressions and their reactions had been what had kept him alive. All his life he had learned to trust his senses; they had been his only protection in a world where he had nothing but his emotions to rely on. And even now, four years on, he used his talent like it was second nature to him.
“Yes.”
“And?” he asked from inside the utility room, his voice carrying to me as I flicked on the kettle and he started to patch up the broken window.
Red watched me from where she sat on sentry duty, her ears and eyes twitching purposefully. I smiled at her, suddenly thankful for her presence as I sneaked her a digestive biscuit. I swear she winked at me, our little secret just between us.
“And,” I answered, spooning coffee into mugs, “they took him for evidence. But I don’t hold out much hope.”
My gaze moved to the kitchen window and I sighed, remembering how they’d roughly handled my poor Dave, virtually throwing his body into a damn black bin bag.
I could feel Anderson watching me from the utility doorway, my senses as strong as his.
“He’ll be so cold,” I whispered, a shiver travelling through me in sympathy. “He hated the cold. He was a sun god. I used to have to put sunscreen on his bare belly and he’d lay out in the sun for hours on his back, his pink tummy paying homage to the clear skies.”
“He won’t be cold.” Anderson’s voice was soft and close.
I turned around when I felt him behind me. He was tall, his large frame towering over me but I didn’t feel threatened by him - I never had. Even though he exuded danger and violence, somehow I knew he wouldn’t ever hurt me - well, not in an adverse way.
He was so close I could feel each of his breaths rush across my face and see the blue specks sparkle in his hypnotic green eyes.
“Did you stay at Seven Oaks?” I asked quietly, the hope in my heart making the words feel weighted.
For the first time since he had come back into my life, I saw uncertainty flicker in his eyes. I didn’t flinch when he lifted his hand and his fingers embraced my throat, his thumb delicately pressing against my pulse. I prayed that he could feel the yearning in the quick pace of my heartbeat.
“You didn’t,” he replied without answering my question as he tightened his grasp on me.
Bracing myself when I saw the importance of my answer deep within his eyes, I exhaled slowly. “No, I didn’t.”
“Why?”
It was almost strange how calm I was. My life was in his hands, in the hands of the deadliest man I had ever met, yet it was as if the very essence of me wanted him to decide whether I lived or died. I didn’t want that responsibility, didn’t want the heavy burden of choices put on me. My mind was tired, my body even more so, and I wanted someone to lift me up and carry me, to take the weight that held me down and free me from it, free me from every painful beat in my heart.
“Why didn’t I stay at Seven Oaks?”
He nodded slowly.
“Because I had to leave.”
His eyes narrowed, his piercing gaze scrutinising me.
“Please tell me you stayed,” I pleaded. “Otherwise it was all for nothing.”
“And what exactly was ‘it’?”
The counter top pressed into my back. Anderson’s fingers pressed into my jugular. My heart pressed against my ribcage, and the darkness that forever lived in me pressed against my mind. I knew that once I spoke the truth life would change drastically, that Anderson would seek revenge.