The Revenge by Tijan

My whole body shivered, and I closed my eyes, my head falling back.

His mouth moved up my throat, lingering on my jawline before sweeping to rest just over my mouth. I opened my eyes, my eyelids heavy. I was aching for him, but I was also crying on the inside. There was such agony intertwined with what he was doing to me, what he was making me feel, how much I wanted him.

His lips pressed down and he breathed into me. “He can’t take you away from me.” His hand closed over my hips, tugging me firmly into him. “I won’t let him.” His hands came up to cradle my neck, the side of my face. His thumb moved over my cheek, holding me for him, and he raised his head. His eyes lifted, meeting mine, holding mine. He looked as haunted as me, tortured, but there was a fierceness in him that took my breath away. “I will never let him near you. Ever.” His hand started shaking, holding me captive, and he closed his eyes.

He was done.

I felt it.

He ground against me, my breath hitching at feeling how hard he was.

I always knew Kash had darkness in him. I always knew he was furious inside, but there was an animal in him. Or a monster in him, one created because of his relation to Calhoun, maybe. He had never let me see that side of him, but he was out now. The monster was before me, half unhinged but also in complete control, and his entire body was shaking in his urgency to remain in control.

I didn’t want his control.

I hated his control, and I wanted to push him over the edge. I suddenly thirsted for it, desperate for it, and my legs locked around his waist.

Before he could do anything, I shoved a hand between us and pulled him out. My hand wrapped around him once, rubbing him. I lifted my hips. My shorts were whisked off, and I sank down, sheathing us together.

He cursed, reacting instantly. His mouth was on mine, hard.

Our movements weren’t coordinated after that. There was too much rawness and realness brimming to the top. I commanded him. He demanded me. His thrusts were rough, almost violent, but it’s what I wanted. It’s what I needed. It sent me spinning, feeling alive, and I was gasping for breath as he continued fucking me.

He crushed me against the wall.

I knew there’d be abrasions over my skin from the pool side. I. Did. Not. Care.

I only felt him.

The climax tore through me, making me feel as if I broke my back with its force, and I cried out, my mouth tearing from his. A scream erupted from my throat, and then more, as Kash wasn’t done. He grabbed my hips and stood, carrying me farther into the shallow end of the pool, which had a gradual slope in and out. He moved until we were almost out of the pool, then covered my entire body with his. I had to grab ahold of the pool side to hold my head up so I could get air, but then his mouth was on mine and it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Then again, when I was with him like this, nothing much mattered anyway.

After he came, roaring, his body stiffening, jerking, I ran a hand down his back. It was meant to be soothing, but he knocked it aside. “No,” he growled, his mouth opening over mine once again. And just like that, I was swept up again.



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I grew aware of a door opening, closing.

Something was covering me, warming me.

A beep.

We were moving.

Another beep.

Someone coughed.

Feet were shuffling.

Then a door opening, and a voice saying, “Do I ask?”

Even half asleep, I heard my brother’s tone. He was amused, but there was a hint of concern there, too.

Kash’s arms tightened around me, his voice sounding from just above where my head was resting against his arm. “Do I ask about you, too? I know you just got home.”

We were moving past Matt, so I tried to open one eye. I saw movement. He was straightening, but then we were past him.

His voice came from behind us, and sounded tired. “Let’s just say I’m thinking we both needed to work out some demons tonight.”

Kash stopped, his arms becoming like cement. He turned and ground out, “You didn’t.”

Matt just laughed in response. It was harsh and caustic sounding. “Don’t throw stones, Kash. We’re all a little dark inside. God’s sakes, I know you are.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Yeah.” Matt sighed, his voice growing faint. “Just don’t hurt my sister, okay? I’m not meaning in the bedroom, either.”

A door closed after that.

Kash remained still before his chest rose, lifting me in its movements, and his head bent. He murmured against my ear, “Go to sleep. Your brother’s okay.”

That was enough.

My eyelids cemented closed, and I woke once more to bedsheets and a hard body curling behind mine. It was like heaven.





TRIAL SET TO START FOR QUINN FRANCIS

Quinn Francis, who has reverted back to her maiden name, Callas, is set to begin trial this coming Tuesday. Her defense team is ready and eager to prove Ms. Callas’s innocence.

“Miss Callas was wrongfully convicted. She is the victim of a series of complex and interweaving false narratives being spoken from the entire Francis family. She’s better off away from them, even in her particular setting. She would take being charged with kidnapping and attempted murder over remaining in that household, and that says everything.”

More to come for this story.