Vengeful Soul by Emma Creed
“Where ya get that?” Brax asks me when I step inside the cabin, my arms full of groceries.
“Tommy picked up some stuff I asked for when he went to the store for Maddy earlier, apparently he’s obsessed with the girl who works there. He brought her here tonight.” I place them down on the kitchen side. I can tell something is off, Brax is sitting at the table and looks deep in thought.
“Have you eaten? I thought I’d make meatballs for dinner.” I try to keep things lighthearted, hoping whatever job he had to do for Prez hasn’t put him in a bad mood.
“Stay away from Tommy.” Brax gets up from the table and heads out toward the decking that overlooks the lake.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t like him.” Slipping a cigarette into his mouth, he rests against the doorframe as he sparks his zippo and lights up.
“You got a reason for not liking him?” I start packing away the stuff Tommy got from the list I gave him earlier. I actually thought the boy was quite sweet.
“Yeah, I got reasons,” Brax exhales, releasing a cloud of smoke as he looks out onto the lake. He clearly isn’t in the mood to talk, so I busy myself in the kitchen. Then smile to myself a few minutes later, when I feel his arms wrap around my waist and his lips touch the skin just below my ear.
“Meatballs sound great. I’ll go take a shower.” He pulls away from me and heads for the bathroom, leaving me to get on with making the sauce.
It feels like I haven’t had meatballs in such a long time and I try to remember the way Mom used to make them. She’s written the recipe down for me somewhere at home ready for when I move out, so I can cook them for… And there it is again, that pang of guilt that I’ve been distracting myself from the last few days.
The decision I made to give into whatever draws me to Brax hasn’t weighed on my conscience nearly as much as it should, I’ve been so distracted with everything else that’s been going on around me, and suddenly my deceit hits me like a tornado.
I’m a bad person for what I’m doing here with Brax, I’m an even worse person for not letting Julian know I’m okay. He’s sure to be worried about me. He’s been stressed out at work with all the extra responsibilities, and now this. It’s not fair on him. The least I could do is let him know that I’m okay.
I look at the table where Brax’s wallet and cell are. I'm sure I heard Maddy mention that the boys' cell phones can’t be tracked. Surely it wouldn’t harm for me to call Julian, just to quickly let him know that I’m safe. I won’t tell him where I am or about the agency. Just reassure him that I’ll be home soon.
I move toward the table and pick up Brax’s cell. My hand shaking as I try to remember Julian’s number and type it into the keypad.
I’m about to press the call button when the bathroom door opens and a soaking wet Brax steps into the room, with a towel wrapped low on his hips. He drops the other towel he’s using to rub his hair dry, when he notices what I’m holding.
“Whatcha doin’, Gracie?” He looks pissed as hell, and I know it’d be pointless trying to lie to him. And why should I? I was only trying to make things right.
“I was gonna call Julian,” I admit, keeping my posture straight and refusing to let him make me feel bad for it.
“Call Julian.” His nostrils flare and his eyes narrow darkly before he suddenly storms toward me, and rips the phone out of my hands.
“Now why would you be doing a stupid thing like that?” The way he tips his head makes me feel like I’m being interrogated, and times like this I really wish I didn’t find the menace in him so attractive.
“Because, he’ll be worried about me, and for all he knows I could be dead.” I have a valid point and I won’t have Brax tell me otherwise.
“Do you realize what could have happened if that call had connected?” His fist tenses around the phone so tight, I’m surprised he doesn’t crush it.
“I just wanted him to know that I’m okay.” I stay strong.
Brax looks hurt, maybe even jealous. And how the hell has he got me almost feeling bad for it?
“You miss him?” he asks me, his forehead scrunching together like my answer could do him some damage.
“I… I just wanted him not to worry about me. It’s unfair for him to still think I’m in danger.”
“I asked you if you missed him.” Brax takes a step closer, his wet body pressing into mine, and the water droplets from his hair falling onto my skin.
“Don’t, Brax, I feel bad enough…” My breath catches in my throat when his warm, rough hand slides under my chin and tips my head up so my eyes meet his.
“I thought we had an understanding,” he whispers in that harsh tone that puts a throb in my stomach. “While you're here, you’re mine.”
“Bra—” I go to say his name, but his lips steal it away, taking over my mouth with a greedy, possessive hunger that has me yielding defeat.
“Turn around,” his lips speak against mine, and before I have the chance to obey his command, he spins my body so my back is against his chest.
He clutches at the hem of my dress in his fist and drags it up my thighs, and I hear the wet towel fall from his waist just before I feel him press hard against me. Brax lifts the dress higher up my body, and I raise my arms over my head to help him strip it off me.
His hands slide back down over my skin, skimming past my tits and over my stomach. I can feel the tension in his touch, and it’s wrong how much it excites me. His flat palms slip inside the waistline of my panties, taking them with him as fingers push down my thighs.
“You ever been fucked in the ass, Gracie?” He moves one of his hands behind me, his knuckles sliding between my ass cheeks and when I look over my shoulder, I see he’s holding his cock in his fist. I shake my head back at him nervously.
His eyes are cast down, focusing on what he’s doing and I watch the spit fall from his mouth, feeling the warm, wet saliva seep through the crack of my ass. Then tense when the heavy head of his cock touches against my tight opening.
Using a fist of my hair he yanks me tight to his chest, his head dropping so his mouth is level with my ear.
“I’m gonna train your ass to take every inch of me before I send you back to him.” he whispers savagely, and his promise causes heat to pool in my stomach and leak on to my thighs. Something hard invades me. Too small to be his cock, a thumb, maybe finger? Whatever it is it feels good, toying and teasing as it edges inside me.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna enjoy making this little hole mine.” He releases me, the front of my body tumbling forward, and the kitchen table catching my fall.
“You want me to play with your hot little ass while I fuck your pussy?” His deep voice growls, and I feel my head nod it’s response before I’ve even contemplated the answer to his question. I want everything Brax will give me. The man’s a closed book, and being with him like this makes me feel so much closer to him.
I brace myself with my palms flat to the table, and he moans as he steadies my soaked pussy over his cock. I hear the relieved sound my own body makes when he’s fully seated inside me. And I wonder if he knows that I’m starting to become addicted to him.
“Just say the words, darlin’.” The tip of his finger is still teasing. “Beg me to stretch this tight little hole while your pussy takes my cock.”
“Please,” I whisper, helplessly. How can I already feel so full of him, yet still crave more?
“Ask nicer,” he sounds strained, and when I glance over my shoulder and see him staring back at me, his teeth sunk deep into his bottom lip, it makes my pussy suck tighter at his cock.
His brown eyes are crammed full of darkness, yet I realize that I can’t deny this man anything. I want him to have all of me. I don’t care if it hurts physically, and I don’t care if it’ll leave an emotional scar inside me forever. I want to be his.
“I want you in my ass, Braxton Marshall. Now don’t make me wait for it,” I scowl at him with my eyes and watch a boyish grin pull on that stern mouth of his.
A smile from Brax is a beautiful thing, and one I've learned not to take for granted. You never know how long it will be before another one comes along.
“I got ya, Gracie,” he winks, and my eyes roll back in my head when I feel the tip of his thumb circle my tense hole and slowly push inside me. It’s borderline painful, the kind of pain I never want to stop. Brax's fist crushes into my hair, steering me back and forth on to his cock while his thumb stretches me. I realize that this is a pain I’m never going to stop craving. I’m setting myself up for a heartache I doubt I’ll ever recover from. And I can’t make myself stop, because falling for him feels too fucking good.