“Yes.” The moment I asked, she was already tearing at her swimsuit, trying to get it off her body, and I helped her. For me, it was easy. A pair of boxer briefs, and those things landed on the bottom of the pool. I’d pick them up when it was necessary.
Completely naked, Sian wrapped around me. I found her entrance and slid balls deep in one smooth thrust. She was tight and hot, and fuck me, I grabbed her ass and rode her pussy. I moved us both to the edge of the pool. Her back against it as I took her.
I let go of one of her ass cheeks to finger her pussy, slowing down my thrusts to feel her tighten around me. I loved the way her cunt quivered around my dick. How wet she was. Sian wriggled on my length, doing all the work as I played with her.
“Feels so good.”
I knew exactly what she meant because this was amazing. I watched as she came apart under my fingers. Before her orgasm had even stopped, I held on to her hips and began to pound inside her, going deeper, taking her, claiming her, owning her.
My feelings for Sian consumed me. It was like I couldn’t think straight when I was around her.
I had to have her.
Needed her.
Craved her.
Nothing was enough. She was everything. I wanted her so badly.
Kissing her, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tracing over hers. She stroked me back and I felt the first stirrings of my orgasm. Holding her even tighter, I fucked her harder and filled her, pulsing every last drop of my cum deep within her.
I broke the kiss long enough to release a cry.
Sian cupped my cheek. “If this is what it feels like, then yes, Will, I do love you. So much that it scares me.”
“You don’t have to say that,” I said. “I’m a big boy. I can take it if you don’t love me.”
“I was … I don’t know everything about love, but these feelings, I know it’s not hate and it’s not like, it’s everything. You took a chance with me, and now it’s my turn to take one with you. I’m so scared.”
“You’ve got no reason to be scared. I’m here,” I said.
She kissed me back and I knew it without a doubt. Sian loved me. She was just afraid of what loving me would mean.
Chapter Eleven
Sian
My confession to William startled me.
I’d been thinking about it the past couple of days. I didn’t lie to him. Love was complicated, sticky, a giant mess, and I didn’t know what it really meant to love someone.
I loved Drew as my nanny and a mother figure.
I loved Heather as my best friend.
Two people I’d loved had been killed. My mother who I should love without a doubt had been hurt for so long.
I was cursed.
It sounded so stupid, but long into the night, I had thought about it. Everyone I ever loved or thought I should love ended up hurt.
If anything happened to William, Gideon, Dante, and Mateo, I wouldn’t ever forgive myself.
How could I?
They were … everything.
How had this happened?
How did it go from me hating those guys to suddenly wanting a life with them? How? Why? When?
It was all crazy.
Even now as I climbed out of the taxi I’d ordered and snuck out of Gideon’s house to go. I made the call on the whim of a moment.
Actually, that was a lie. Lucas, George, Harrison, and Justin had left the main office’s door open, and I stood outside listening to them as they talked about The Society’s response. I hadn’t heard all of the conversation, just the part that said Chloe was at home. I heard them give an address, and with it ringing in my head, I had called a taxi company, given the details, and then I’d gotten little sleep.
I paid for the cab as he pulled up a few houses down from where Chloe lived.
Climbing out, I looked up at the sky. The sun had come out today to offer some last rays of sunlight, and I slid my glasses onto my eyes, covering them from the glare.
My hands were clammy. I took my steps slow, not in any hurry right now. My heart raced.
I came to her house, and like I expected, it was a large building. One that screamed money and prestige, entitlement.
In my mind, I saw Heather in that building. Her hand to the glass. Then I played the video in my head. Chloe kissing my dad. Chloe helping him take Heather.
With firm footsteps, I walked up to the door and knocked.
Within seconds, the door opened, and I turned to see a scared-looking maid.
“I’m here to see Chloe.” I folded my arms, kept my back ramrod straight.
“You are?”
“She’s expecting me. We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting.”
The maid looked positively relieved as I stepped over the threshold.
“Let me tell her you’ve arrived,” the maid said.
I put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head. I lifted my glasses to sink into my hair and I winked at her. “Don’t you worry about it. I can take it from here.”
Not that I’d ever been to Chloe’s house before. It wasn’t high on my list of places to visit. The one thing I did know, all of these houses had the main kitchen at the back, so I went through there.
I was surprised to see at least five kitchen staff. None of them looked happy.
Stepping out into the yard, I followed the path around, and sure enough, on a sun lounger, I spotted the murderous bitch. She fanned herself. A drink sat beside her, and the swimming pool was a few feet ahead of her.
I could drown her in it and no one would hear her scream.
Now that I saw Chloe, my rage seemed to take on an ugly form the closer I got to her. This bitch was the nastiest of people. She killed and took life without a care in the world.
“Ugly bitch, where is my fucking phone? Slut,” Chloe said.
She’d turned the other way, calling out to, I was guessing, the maid.
I wore sneakers, so my footsteps didn’t make a sound. The closer I got, the less I thought about what I was doing. In the next second, I had gone from watching her to suddenly straddling Chloe’s slender form with my hands wrapped around her throat.
I tore her glasses from her face and stared into her eyes. “Remember me?” I asked.
Chloe’s eyes went wide and I squeezed my hands a little tighter. “What the fuck?”
“Do you think that’s what Heather said when she woke up in a burning building?” I asked.
“Have you gone completely mental?” Chloe tried to scratch my arms, but I didn’t care. I had her neck in my hands and all I could think about was Heather dying.
“I saw you,” I said. “I saw what you did.” I leaned down so my lips were against her ear. “We know the truth, and so does The Society.”
“You can’t prove anything.”
I laughed.
Chloe held my hands, but I had let go of her neck long enough for her to be able to speak. Hearing that, I was done. I tightened my hold, and this time, I used both hands.
“You’re going to know what it feels like to choke. To lose your ability to breathe.”
Her body began to thrust underneath me, and I let go of her neck, hearing her deeply inhale.
“Where is he?” I asked.
Chloe looked scared, and much to my shame, I enjoyed that. She deserved to be scared.
I drew my hand back and slapped her hard. “Where is he?”