She didn’t know if Sanderson might try to rape her. I closed my eyes against the surge of rage I felt, then clamped down on it. Ash hadn’t told me she was being forced into her situation. She hadn’t told me she feared getting raped by that asshole.
I looked at her, furious with her, even though I knew she was the victim.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I should have.” She nodded. “I should have told you. I didn’t know if you were ready yet. But that was wrong. I knew you would have stepped in, if you knew how bad it was. But truly, I didn’t know how bad it was until the other night.”
I tossed the condom into the trash.
“Move over,” I said, pushing her in the shower. “I want to anger fuck my wife.”
She pressed herself against the back of the shower. “I actually read about that, and anger fucking is a real thing. It’s supposed to be super intense. Except every time we’re together, it’s like that. Intense, I mean. Not always angry.
I braced my arms on either side of her head, pinning her against the wall and letting the water spray against my back. I let it drench me while I protected her. She glanced down and must have seen how hard I was. I simply thought of her and it happened. I remembered a sigh, a touch, a smell from our time together, and it happened. I’d gone months without sex, but the worst part of that was I hadn’t even wanted it. Hadn’t craved it or felt frustrated in denying myself.
More like I felt castrated. Like she was the link to my sexual self.
I turned her around and bent her until she was almost in half. Using her hands to brace herself against the wall. I ran my hands down her back and reveled in the shape of her. Her narrow shoulders that seemed to hold so much. Her delicate ribs that contained the lungs that sometimes failed her. Her tiny waist I could almost span with my hands.
“You’ve lost so much weight,” I muttered, not liking the idea of her becoming any more frail. She needed to be strong if she was going to face whatever was our future. Her father’s wrath. Whatever punishment Evan might dole out. Both she and George made it sound like the wealthy had powers mere mortals couldn’t imagine, but I’d spent enough time around them to know they were also people. Human people with weaknesses like anybody else.
And a weakness could always be exploited.
She didn’t answer me. She just wiggled her bottom in my direction and arched her back. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, then dropped one hand lower to explore her pussy. So I could feel how slick she was inside.
Hot, wet and waiting for me. I remembered the feeling of being bare inside her like I remembered my last breath. Only this time, I was going to come inside her. This time I was going to know what it truly meant to complete the act.
Without another word I angled my dick until it was pressed up against her, then, with a heavy lunge, I was balls-deep inside her.
She croaked out a moan and I paused. “Too much?”
She shook her head and pushed back against me as if to take me deeper. I liked that idea. I liked the idea of just standing here buried inside her and making her do all the work. Working herself against me, fucking me. But I knew that would only end in frustration for her. I cupped my hands underneath her chest and tugged on her nipples. Again, her back arched and the angle made my next thrust so smooth, so deep, she gasped.
“You feel so good,” she cried.
“Good?” I muttered, twisting the hard points in my fingers a little harder than I should have. “Not angry? Because I am. So. Fucking. Angry. With. You.”
Each word said with a snap of my hips. Hard. Short. Powerful. I felt her body shake underneath me, lifting herself on the balls of her feet to absorb each thrust.
I released her breasts to find her clit. It was swollen and angry, and when I circled it with my thumb, even as I continued to pound her from behind, she cried out. I could feel her body squeezing around me. I could feel her coming apart and still I fucked her without holding anything back, without worrying about her frailty. I was practically double her weight, her size, but I held nothing back.
“Marc!”
Yeah, I knew what that meant. I could feel her inner walls pulling the orgasm from me. Sucking me inside so deep, that, when I came, it felt like I was flooding her pussy with jet after jet of my cum. Months and months of it filling her up.
When it was over, I could feel the water still pounding against my back. Could hear her gentle pants, her head hanging low between her shoulders. Carefully, I pulled away from her, then I could see it.
The trickle of semen sliding down the inside of her thigh. I don’t know why, but the thought of it escaping bothered me. It was supposed to be inside her. With a finger, I scooped it up and slid that finger inside her pussy.
Then I wrapped my arms around her body to lift her so that her back was pressed against my chest. Her head resting on my shoulder. I nipped at the underside of her jaw.
“Let’s run away now,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “Let’s go where they can never find us. Never touch us. We could have this always.”
Gently, I moved her into the shower spray, letting the warm water wash over the body I’d so ruthlessly taken.
“They don’t scare me, Ash,” I told her. “We’re going to go back, tell them we’re married, and deal with the consequences. Then you and I are going to have to figure shit out.”
“Shit?”
I sighed. “Life. Work. A place to live. Shit.”
Her head nodded against me. We finished the shower, and, together, fell into bed exhausted. From the stress of the day, the sex, the hot water. It didn’t matter the reason. I fell asleep with Ash draped all over me, and, for the first time in months, I quickly and easily fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
13
Newark Airport
Ashleigh
I’d known it was too simple. The plan to run away, to get married. To stop Arthur and Evan from whatever their greater evil was.
I wasn’t part of those plans. I knew that much. I was simply a prop, an accessory. A beard. Something intended to cover up the stink of the two of them together, and make them look acceptable amongst polite society. That was my role.
I was their pawn. Nothing more. Which gave me hope I could be easily replaced. That if I showed myself to be a nuisance, they would swat me away and find someone else who would quietly obey, in exchange for the comfortable life Evan had promised.
Unlimited cars, jewels, clothes. Anything and everything a person could pay for.
And nothing that really mattered.
I’d let Marc into my room a few nights ago. Let him agree to such a foolish plan. Marry me. That’s what I’d asked him to do, and, by doing it, I’d condemned him to my own fate.
I knew better. I knew it was too good to be true. I’d thought maybe…
I’d thought wrong.
“Are you ready?” he asked, as he bent down to whisper into my ear. We were leaving the plane. Slowly, single file. I was in front of him.
We’d decided to extend our stay, and spent the weekend in Vegas. Never once leaving our room. Just ordering room service, making love and talking. About the past, about the future. Being with Marc had felt like breathing life back into my soul.
I had an appetite for everything suddenly. Food, drink, sex. All of it.